The Legacy of Qingfu

I heard about that man a long time ago. At that time, Yecheng's literary style was at its peak. The old-colored wind is as warm and soft as a singer's lips, exuding a bright red flavor. The songs of people singing back and forth sounded continuously in the evening, one after another, with drunken sobs and watery eyes, covering the entire city into a smoky countryside, falling bit by bit from the bones. But Qing Mo, the most talented young man in Qing Mansion, admired a name that was considered taboo. He sent many letters but never heard from him. It wasn't until he died in an accident and his friends were helpless that the man named Huai Bing appeared in his ruined home and buried all his family members for him. Holding wine in front of the grave, singing and laughing wildly, but Cai Xun, an orphan from Qingfu, suspected him of being the real murderer of his family. He spent ten years studying the art and chased him thousands of miles away. How will they meet at that fork in the road, in the vast snow, Qing Mo, who is surviving the disaster, Cai Xun, who is determined to take revenge, and Huai Bing, who is traveling alone in the world? Conception: