Copywriting one:
The first eighteen years of Qianying Sect's left envoy He Xiao's life were smooth sailing. Although his parents died young, he was pampered by his two senior brothers and supported by his subordinates. He was carefree and happy all day long. He had few rivals in the world, so he was inevitably a bit heartless.
Until one day, fate threw him to the ground hard and crushed him several times.
Since then, his life has been full of ups and downs, and all the love affairs of the past have faded away like a floating dream, and the rivers and lakes have bared their white fangs towards him.
But after tasting the joys and sorrows of the world, he finally understood that the sword in his hand was held for himself and to protect the one he loved.
Copywriting two:
He Xiao is a man who achieves his ambition as a young man and is destined to be romantic; he is partly unruly and partly gentle.
I once rode my horse on a snowy night, singing loudly to greet each other, but it was hard to defeat the treacherous conspiracy of one day, and I fell from the clouds, and it was difficult to win or lose.
There were three thousand grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes. It was chaotic at that time, but the rest will be meaningful.
A few years later, as later generations would say with a smile:
The wind passes by silently, and the geese pass by without leaving a trace.
Chasing the clouds and the moon, so the sword is deeply loved.
Intention: The long sword of the Thirty-six Peaks is there, the fighting spirit of the stars is majestic.
