At that time, the eighteen-year-old boy was smiling and selling wine in white clothes beside the bamboo temple. Who is he? Is he Qiluosheng in white clothes? Or the famous sword god Jiu Qiansheng? A flower party in Luoyang back then created the two entangled relationships today; a martial arts debate at that time forged an endless infatuation; it was like meeting old acquaintances again, and the flowers fell when we saw each other, and the romance was finally covered up by a handful of loess. The peony remains the same, no matter where the human face is, there is a letter in the red stove, and there is no mercy in the snow.