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Deep in the misty Jiangnan, there is a past that no one in the world knows about.
The Qingshi Alley in Yunqi Town is filled with the fragrance of medicine all year round. Mr. Mo of Huichun Hall cooks good medicinal meals and embroiders exquisite acupuncture. No one in the town knew that the hands that controlled the fire and boiled the medicine were once the sharp blades that people in the world were frightened by; the bright wrists that held the potion and made the decision of life and death under the command of "non-thinking".
He is Xiao Ran, the sharpest knife in "Liang Wang Yan Shui", codenamed Feixiang. After the bloodbath in the Demon Sect's main altar three years ago, there was no more top assassin in the world, only an ordinary doctor.
Until that rainy day, a dark oil-paper umbrella broke through the rain curtain. The person under the umbrella has facial features as warm as spring mountains, but his knuckles are stained with fresh blood. He said his name was Xie Yu and he was temporarily living in Tingzhuyuan, east of the town.
From then on, Xiao Ran's carefully managed peaceful life began to ripple. Mr. Xie Yu came to visit with just the right excuse - a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, half a volume of solitary medical books, or an "old injury" that needed diagnosis and treatment. While talking and laughing, he could accurately point out the fragments of the "Huangdi Neijing". When he turned around, his clothes and sleeves were flying around, faintly revealing traces of gilded military talismans.
An undercurrent surges quietly. The pursuit of old enemies, the Golden Mark Order of the mysterious organization, and the flash of swords outside the window late at night all reminded Xiao Ran: In the mist of two things, no one can ever truly forget.
When Xie Yu smiled and poured the quenched tea soup on the assassin outside the window, and when Xiao Ran subconsciously shot down the quenched dark dart with a medicine pestle, they maintained the lie tacitly, but between the scent of the medicine and the shadow of the sword, they understood the same loneliness in each other's eyes.
The hand that used to be an assassin's sword is now simmering chicken soup for you, and the gentle man's sleeves hide the edge of fighting for you. When the highest pursuit order of "Two Forgots" reappears in the world, and when Xie Yu's true identity is finally revealed, they must face a decision together: Should they sink into the abyss of killing again, or work together to cut off the past and find their true destination in this world of fireworks?
The sound of rain hitting the banana trees is slow, and the fragrance of Chinese medicine in the celadon cup is heavy. This is a story about letting go and perseverance. Against the backdrop of bloody rivers and lakes, a beautiful picture of two strong men side by side is painted.
"What are you begging for?"
"I used to seek freedom, but now I seek one person."
Intention: ride the wind and waves to reach the other shore