Competing to boast that there are no equals in the world, the independent fragrance is the best in the world.
Tianxiang belongs to a well-known and upright sect, and many of his disciples are beautiful and refined, but she is the only one with a coquettish appearance. The owner of the valley said that sooner or later she will become Tianxiang's scourge.
That year, it was raining lightly in early spring. He wore a green shirt and rode on his horse to sing. She plays a carved guqin, sitting upright in the East Lake. From then on, we join hands in the world of mortals, the mountains bear snow, and we stand shoulder to shoulder with swords in the distance.
He went to the pass next to him, in the lonely sand of the desert, and she was with him in life and death. But who would have known that the farewell to Yanyun would actually last forever.
The red thread of fate was bypassed. When we met again, she was sitting on the high hall, and he bowed his head...