I am Wu Xie, and I want to record a legend.
The prodigal son has no monument, Hongchen asked.
At the place where Qingfeng drank blood, while the copper bell swayed, she walked through three rivers and lakes carrying the wine gourd - the swords of assassins nourished the bones of heroes, the ghost words of tomb robbers buried morality, and the ageless face was a living monument.
A hundred years of time are like a knife, cutting off grievances and hatreds; the destiny of heaven is like a lock, unable to trap Ruyi Jianghu.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years. She drank from the fishing fires of the Xiangjiang River, got drunk from the Mongolian wolf smoke, and kept the moonlight of the three-foot Changbai Mountain in her scabbard.
Some people say she is the Jade Rakshasa, others call her Shopkeeper Shen. When the flute sounds, only the one who finally remembers is the person who left a mark on the dark river of history with the tip of his sword.
There is a person in this world named Shen Jianxin, and this is the first time I have met him in my life.
——Three thousand guests were drunk with flowers in the hall, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
# Contains bloody, violent, erotic/horror content. Those under the age of 18 are not allowed to watch due to improper outlook on life. Do not imitate dangerous actions. The emotional line is complicated and unclear.
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