Blood is sprinkled on the yellow sand, and the mountains and rivers are tombs!
War breaks out everywhere, and the world is in chaos. Who is the hero?
The world of mortals is prosperous, the dust falls, and the beautiful lady exchanges her infatuation for her youth;
He was once a prince, but became an orphan overnight. He was burdened with the heavy responsibility of restoring the country and a blood feud. Can his peerless beauty finally melt the frost that has lasted for thousands of years?
He was a scholar, not good at riding and shooting, but his military skills were unparalleled. He created the myth of 7,000 white-clad legions and defeated the 400,000-strong army. The white-clad legions marched on the city walls, swept the desert, and slaughtered the world, covering Po, Mu, Wei, and Huo Zhiya;
Some people have tried their best, but in the end it was all in vain;
Some people endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, but this creates distortions in human nature;
Some people try hard to seek ups and downs, but they cannot escape the crushing force of history;
Some people have the world in their hearts, but they only prosper for a moment;
Who is infatuated and who is persistent? Who puts it down?
The affairs of the world, the hearts of the world, in the cycle of reincarnation, who can go against the trend?
Let me start my story by borrowing a poem by Nalan Xiaoling——
Dielianhua? Out of the gate
There is no definite basis for ancient and modern rivers and mountains. Amid the sound of horns being drawn, horses come and go frequently. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree.
There used to be countless grievances. The iron horse fights, the road to Qingzhong at dusk. How deep is the love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.