The Li River and the Qingjiang River are full of moonlight at night, and the cold mountains are about to return and the wind blows their shadows.
We know each other little with vines and green radish, and we have flowers on our temples in front of the mirror.
Don't be a Taoist who has no way to find a way out. He is full of Huayuan and has a poor reputation.
As soon as I leave Yumen, I sigh at Ningzhi. I caress in the morning and play the piano in the evening.
At dusk, the sun is setting in the west wind, and the rain is turning the clouds and the jade is singing.
Yuxia was originally made by the famous swordsmith Zhuge Ming to subdue the demon sect Murong Xingtian. However, as soon as it was made, it was snatched away and Zhuge Ming's family was destroyed. The sword also disappeared. Ten years later, the sword returned to the world, setting off another round of bloodshed.
He and she were originally two people who were inseparable in this world, but their fate had already been determined, and the lines in the dark were destined to overlap. ． ．
In this world of grudges and hatred, who can't live without whom?