Under the ice that never melts in the cold pool, there is an unsolved string sound sealed. Whenever Jun Ruyu caressed the body of the piano, the Fallen Immortal Seal would flow like the moon in her silver hair, and the young man would always lower his eyes at this time - Xiao Qingheng's sword of crossing the calamity reflected Gu Hong, and the ice silk wrapped tightly around the sword's tassel was just like the soul-locking mark on the master's wrist.
Snow fell on the Hanjiang Sect's piano case, and the pen in Zhu's life book hung above the word "death". When he knelt to accept the punishment, his back was as straight as a bamboo, but he didn't know that the sharpest edge of the ruler always turned into softness around his fingers before it touched the lapel of his clothes; he saw the master's sleeves covered with frost, but he didn't smell the blood that had been hidden for three hundred years in the fragrance of the medicine. On the night when the ice string broke for the seventh time, the faded frost in the piano case turned into a shape, just like the one he tiptoed to hand when he was very young.
When the ice crystal pattern spread from the heart to the fingertips that were touching each other, the cold pool water suddenly reflected the afterimage of the past: the immortal in white knelt beside the heart-gouging pool and picked out the bones, and the blood pool fell to the ground and filled the blood pool. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the spring snow in Junru's gilded eyes suddenly collapsed——
"This calamity is called Yutian, and what it means is..."
"The red string around your wrist is constant, and the teacher's heart is as cold as ice."
Intention: Ice strings lead to disaster, jade souls return together, and frost and ashes get drunk together.
