The wind and snow cover the sky, and the man swims with his sword, killing all injustices and living up to his youth's reputation.
This book mainly tells the story of Xi and Jianxian, who love each other and watch each other with Tianxue Jianxian in the process of using their swords to prove the Tao.
The author really wants to depict the most beautiful martial arts and the most affectionate world for everyone.
It was snowing heavily that day, and under the vast sky, a man in white stood in the snow, his cloak fluttering in the biting cold wind. Chu Yanxue had just died in his arms, and all the prosperity and beauty had returned to dust.
He thought that if no accident happened, he should go down the mountain that year and stay with her for the rest of his life, two mandarin ducks, three meals and tea, four seasons of clothes, five o'clock in the morning, six feet of alleys, seven miles of return; and she should accompany him until her black hair is stained with frost and her face is withered, and together we can watch that beauty grow old in a blink of an eye.
But who can resist fate?
The flying snow fell suddenly, covering the beautiful face of Chu Yanxue in the jade coffin. Shen Xingyun hurriedly brushed it off for her. Looking at her face as she walked away with a smile, she felt so sad and angry that she didn't know who to talk to.
The wine burns into the throat, the pain pierces the heart, and the past comes to mind.
He loved making wine and getting drunk. Every time she wakes up, she only feels someone breathing air-conditioning next to her ears, or putting cold hands into her neck. She is ashamed of him: "A martial arts practitioner, you don't know when people are walking around you. Fortunately, there are no female flower-picking thieves or female mountain kings in Taihe Mountain, otherwise you would have been kidnapped by others."
As he thought about it, he smiled lingeringly, and the corners of his mouth curved. Suddenly, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, tugging at the center of his eyebrows, and tears fell again...
Concept: pure love: a pool of mountains, moon and jade in the east and west, stars falling on the roof tiles and playing the cloud kite
