The two sides of the Huaihe River are divided into north and south, with heroes vying for the throne and wars breaking out. There was a young master in the south who was ten and six years old. He reached the peak and joined the sect. In three years he became successful in the art of swordsmanship. As the saying goes, it's always cold at high places, and all your enthusiasm turns into a feeling of boredom. But when you meet a young man from Shuobian, you fall in love with him at the first sight. I would like to go out on the green water and clear waves, with the willows clinging to them, and catch the stars with you on the fortress. (PS: This is my first time writing an article. It's purely an extension of my imagination. Whoever attacks will suffer. I'll write whatever sweetness or cruelty I want. Just take a look at it as you like.)
Intention: Beauty is always fleeting and does not have to be immortal