Mr. Fuyao, that is a legend that was swept away in a sudden flash, a past that can never be recovered no matter how blood covers the earth.
The golden sword and the iron horse, the clouds and rain in the rivers and lakes, and the iron clothes holding the flute in my leisure time.
It's just my dream and sustenance. The writing style may not be good enough and the plot may be a bit far-fetched. In short, this is my first time writing this kind of article. I still hope everyone will support me. Welcome to post.