Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.
Many years later, he crossed the south of the Yangtze River alone again, and the drizzle was accompanied by the cries of orioles, which did not change the past. The man stood on the city tower, drank half a bottle of Nanzhuo, looked at the gleaming water, and seemed to see the white clothes again in a trance.
"It is said that there is a thousand-year-old crabapple tree in the valley. It blooms once every hundred years. Whoever gets the magical flower will conquer the world."
The world is in chaos, Ying is confused and guarding his heart. The fallen general searches for flowers thousands of miles to save the world. He lives in the south of the Yangtze River and is rescued by two disciples of the Qingcheng sect. The two held wine and swords, holding their hands to the end of the world.
The cause and effect planted a hundred years ago took root and sprouted. He traveled across the long galaxy just to meet in this life.
"Although these beautiful mountains and rivers are beautiful, they are not even half as good as yours."
"May I ask your name?"
A calm and upright general with strong martial arts skills x a cold and forbearing beauty who has been healed by the white moonlight