Setting: Ancient Chinese novels, martial arts, suspense.
I heard the wanderers singing songs of departure in the morning, and I first crossed the river with a slight frost last night.
The snow has not stopped yet, it is already dusk, and the wind has been blowing bitterly all day, and at this time I also feel a little tired. The afterglow shrouded the continuous mountains, and the petals of the plum trees in front were covered with snow.
There was clearly someone buried in the snow!
Qing Lin jumped out of the carriage and took a closer look. It was a young man in Jinwuwei clothing. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his thick eyebrows went straight into his temples. Only his lips were thin and purple, and his face was blue from the cold.
"Don't just die!" Qing Lin tried, still breathing.
In the eyes of Qing Lin and A Zhan, they were doing good deeds and wandering around the world. Although their lives were always in danger, they were much more promising than being imprisoned in the courtyard of the tender water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Surrounded by lotuses and three by willows, one city is filled with mountains and half is a lake. How can such tender green mountains be rivers and lakes?
The rivers and lakes should be like the long sadness of the west wind on the ancient road, the freedom of the boat in the sea, the freedom and fearlessness of who wins and who loses!
The rivers and lakes should be like fast horses and golden swords, long moons in the desert, fishy winds and sword rain, and survival in desperate situations!
But in the eyes of the Shen family and the Zhen family, Qing Lin and A Zhan are just two older troublemakers who wandered away from home in their early years and could only stay in temples. They still don't know what mysterious things they are doing.
Purpose: To improve the understanding of the truth in the continuous pursuit of the truth.
