Mu Yu weaves the rivers and lakes, and a dragon stick cuts through ten years of bloody nights.
Shen Qinglan's fate mark is engraved with the spark that brought down the Shen family, green buds sprouted from the scorched locust trees, and silvery light broke from the copper bells. She lived like a blade without an edge, chopping the traces of the deceased in the sweet smell of blood rust and pear sugar.
Until Bai Li came with the moon in her arms——
The broken jade hairpin is filled with smoke and green mist, and the golden pattern on the wrist is undercurrent of eternal calamity. She said that the moonlight in Bai Yujing is sweet, and the water of Yaochi can wash away chaos, but the stars brought by the crane cannot illuminate the broken dreams of broken fingers under the ashes of the human world.
"It is easy to sweep away thousands of troops with a stick, but it is difficult to overcome the fire of karma with a heart."
The rivers and lakes cannot tolerate Rakshasa in blue, and the white jade capital cannot tolerate greed, anger and delusion. She tempered the stick with hatred, she exchanged a thousand years of cultivation for a hundred years of earthly fate, and when the locust trees were scorched black like a canopy, she was shocked to realize that the secret of longevity was originally written:
Mortals are perfect, but the spring breeze recognizes the old graves, and the fallen flowers will eventually be buried.
——"Is it the lingering attachment you want to kill, or the name you dare not speak of?"
——"The happiest thing in my life is to see you with peach blossoms on your hairpin and laugh and say that the moonlight is scorching."
Concept: Two heroines, mutual redemption