By the West Lake, the morning bell is ringing.
When she woke up from her dream, for a moment, she almost thought that nothing had changed.
She is still a young girl with bright eyebrows, and that person is still a handsome man in white, with a smile like the spring breeze and a tranquil indifference in his eyes.
It was as if that dream of youth and beauty had not passed yet, that white dress had not fallen away, and she had not stayed silently in this stagnant time.
However, the bells outside the window never stopped, and the Sanskrit sounds and the sound of water told her that everything was in the past.
She couldn't help but think of the origin of her name: Jian Jia is green, and white dew is frost. Such cold and lonely poems, the tossing and hopelessness that one desires, are like the reed flowers blooming on Jiangzhu. Whether they are blooming or withering, they will eventually return to the dust and remain silent.
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Han Mo, a young man with peerless swordsmanship and a pure heart, enters the world for the first time and pursues the legendary woman Yin Bailu from ten years ago, just to bring justice and fairness to the martial arts world in the Central Plains. However, he never knew that the struggle on the edge of life and death and the entanglement of grievances and grievances in the world were just to fulfill the last pride of the woman in plain clothes and to create the immortal legend of the heroine Jianjia with her sword in clothes.
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