Yiyi cloud catkins, melting fragrant snow, look at him to find the way. How can a drop of east wind come and go? The green buds are red. It was struck by a sparse bell, and the wandering oriole aroused, but the long note and the bow danced. It must be deeply lovesick.
Three chapters of fragments of peerless martial arts connect the fate of two poor people. The proud son of heaven, cruel moonlight. Life or death, stay or expel?
Concept: A martial arts story