It Should Be the Mountains and Rivers That Know What I Want

I held the Qingshuang Sword and fought my way out of the blood sea of ​​corpses in Qingming Mountain step by step. I see towering snow-capped mountains, and I see the desolation of the desert. I see the spring breeze entering the alley, and I see the autumn leaves flowing through the hall. I passed through the June rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the February wind in the north of the Great Wall. It should be that the mountains and rivers know what I want, and the morning farewell and evening snow will last forever. There is no cp, and the protagonist has a slight tendency to be a millionaire. Mission: Persistence is victory