The lively and prosperous Jingmen Mountain Sect in the past was gone forever. After the war between immortals and demons, he was the only one left in the Jingmen Mountain Sect. Every time a child went up the mountain, he would see a man in ragged clothes and unkempt face holding a flute made of good bamboo. He said crazily: "Xiao Xuer, your flute is with me. I will give it to you as soon as you come back. As long as you come back, I won't hide your flute anymore. I beg you. I, Jiang Congchen, have never begged anyone else in my life. How about you come back?"
It was you who forgot me first, so why do you want me to fall in love with you again? The price you pay to love is too high. Love once is enough.
Intention: The flute expresses one's heartfelt feelings, while the sword condenses with frost; the love and hatred are not over yet, the sword and flute sing together.