Ancient Blood Produces Copper Flowers

"Painted ashes, bone powder, elixir, water and sand, miserable ancient blood growing copper flowers." There is a sword buried in the soil. Over the past hundred years, strands of ancient blood have stained the clanking copper and iron, and blossoming copper flowers have bloomed. He Jiao spent his life feeding his sword with blood, and exchanged the gradually darkening night for peace day and night. As the sword light passed by, Qi Yaoguang saw the prosperity and war, the sun and the full moon. Where the sword is drawn, silk and bamboo are lingering, and water sleeves are flying; when the sword is dropped, the temple collapses and the incense is extinguished. Hundreds of years of rise and fall turned into dust in an instant. "He Jiao, you probably don't know. A hundred years ago, you wielded a sword to kill the emperor, and you also braved the rivers and lakes alone. At that time, you were the flag of the three armies and the god of the temple. Whenever the light of the sword engulfed you, the Big Dipper stars dimmed one by one. The last star of the Big Dipper shines brightly and is the last star in the world. In the night sky of the world, there cannot be no starlight." Deng Xing looked back at the last Big Dipper star in the sky and said: "No matter how long it takes, save yourself who has gradually faded over the long years." Purpose: Striving to be a positive and good young man