Chu Qing｜Knife in the Snow
Pei Jin | Chess within the game
"Suicide for love is an ancient legend."
She wanted to be buried with the unfair world, and he wanted this world of mortals to prolong her life. When Chuqing stepped onto the altar with bare feet, the blood moon was kissing her. She danced on Pei Jin's sword, and the red lotus blooming on her toes spread over the snow steps, shocking the Yongling Sect's frost that had not melted for hundreds of years.
Pei Jin's palms covered her frozen ankles: "The snow in Yongling Sect is going to eat people, where are junior sister's shoes?" The fingertips under the black crane's cloak crushed the ice crystals, revealing the hidden fragments of the star disk, "The "Xuantian Secret Record" at the bottom of the Demon Locking Tower the day before yesterday was missing the chapter about sacrificing love."
——You want to burn the sky, I want to bury you. When she danced on the broken scroll of the star map, the Demon Locking Tower suddenly collapsed. Pei Jin's sword spike swept away the red plums in her hair, and dark golden lines spread from the touching skin - the flame orchid totem of the ancestral hall of Orchid Villa that night was reappearing on the snow.
"Junior Sister's dance should be called "Ember Mountains and Rivers"." He suddenly cut off the corners of his robe and bound her feet. The star tracks embroidered on the brocade fit perfectly with the core pattern of the astrolabe, "After all, this Kyushu Beacon..."
Chu Qing smiled and tied the blood-stained hair to the hilt of his sword: "It's not as good as an inch of snow." When the blood moon sank into the cold pool, someone saw a sea of red flowers growing on the highest snow peak of Yongling Sect. Pei Jin's black iron sword was stuck in the center of the altar, with half of the sword tassel wrapped around a blackened concentric knot; Chu Qing's silver hairpin was nailed to the last page of "Xuan Tian Secret Record". On the yellowed page, the star map and the blood lotus on the snow formed a complete hexagram.
The young disciple outside the mountain gate raised his head and exclaimed: "Look! This year's flowers of death..." The words were scattered in the wind, and the mountain was covered with red. Suddenly there was no wind.
Intention: Burning the sky with love, asking about fate in the paradox of martyrdom and life extension - the ultimate destruction is nirvana, and the unfair world of mortals will eventually re-embroider the cause and effect for the delusional.
