[A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people; a strong martial artist can do whatever he likes]
The Jianxin Sect's grand ceremony was full of talented people, but the petite and venomous young lady of Naihe Villa set her sights on the mediocre little swordsman because of the scent of flowers.
When something unexpected happened, Duan Qingya ran away quickly, but he didn't expect that the road between enemies would be narrow. In just a few days, after experiencing the forced temperament Bi Jin Jian and strategically committing himself to each other, he felt that this young lady was even scarier than he imagined...
"Is this thing worthy of begging?" Yue Huixue looked at the entangled lines on the painting with a look of disgust.
"It's called Changsheng, and it once protected my people."
"Ever?"
"They are all dead"
Under the altar, Yue Huixue wiped away the blood-soaked dust, as if hearing the prayers of the deceased a hundred years ago. The souls of the dead have not yet rested in peace. How can you forget.
In the Nameless Valley, Duan Qingya cut off the knotted rope and stared at the little white-eyed wolf in front of him. The lies and betrayal were all vivid in his mind, and they were all calculated on people's hearts.
Intent: Ancient legends about grievances and grievances between rivers and lakes, and the entanglement of fate