The desert wind is rustling, the vast world is autumn, who can know the young man in black holding a long sword, majestic and unruly; where he went when he was young, the spring scenery of the year, who is looking back in the busy city, with a startled glance, his silver hair and blue eyes are all in his eyes. Fighting openly and secretly, scheming, swords and swords are like dreams, things are different and things are different, soldiers and horses are thrown away, but fortunately, a beautiful woman rides a horse to accompany her, even if it is yellow sand and bones, she knows that Feng Yue has nothing to do with others anymore.