In the endless wars of troubled times, we can't see all the right and wrong, good and evil. In the moment between life and death, who plays the piano and plays a song of mourning. The dead wood cut off by the sword, the stubborn vitality, struggling for whom to live. In the early days of Jingning's troubled times, the heroes were brewing conspiracies, the filth hidden under the change of imperial power, the curtain covering the sky of Jindu, Ji Fucang, Xie Liuchen, Li Ning, Xiang Xiang, Yin Tiandu, what kind of sparks will burst out in this era when everyone in the world is a pawn. The sword in the dead man's hand has melted into iron. Those who are still alive are still moving towards the light in their hearts