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One is a skilful thief, an abandoned disciple of the orthodox religion, a fool who only goes straight in the thousands of roads; the other is the Prince of the Hou family, an unparalleled magnificence, a willful and unrestrained devil; a scroll of mountains and rivers, a transaction in the rivers and lakes, a thousand gold rewards, thousands of miles of travel, harmonious music and music; a Sara dream, an old debt from the past, the calamity of the original heart, the underworld, and sharing life and death. That year, she was alone, kneeling facing an empty mountain. Who would have thought that ten years later, a hero would emerge from the sky and become a sensation? If we miss each other even an inch, who can measure the length of love in a song?

The encounter between the princess and the rebels, the reunion between the red-eyed witch and the consul, the separation of life and death, and the passing of each other. He spent time climbing from the bottom of the team to the top of the imperial power. And when he didn't know anything about it, the beautiful rose had quietly withered...

The original work of the martial arts drama "Young Travels: An Inch of Love" was rated 8.1 On Douban. A scroll of mountains and rivers opens a legend of rivers and lakes. One is a skilful thief, an abandoned disciple of the orthodox religion, a fool who only goes straight in the thousands of roads; the other is a noble prince, an unparalleled magnificence, a willful and unrestrained devil; a scroll of mountains and rivers, a transaction in rivers and lakes, a thousand gold rewards, thousands of miles of travel, harmonious music and songs; a memory of a Sara dream, an old debt from the past, the calamity of the original heart, the underworld, and sharing life and death. "I used to think that people in the world were so stupid. They clung to some useless emotions and suffered from them. Now I understand what it feels like. Even if you become like this, I still don't want to let go."

That year, Tianshan Mountain was full of snow, and he and she met at the killing field. She is a killer who shatters fireworks with a snap of her finger, and tests poison with her own body for revenge, and her childlike appearance remains unchanged through the cold and heat; he is just an unknown person, who bends every corner to become a slave in order to survive, and endures humiliation and heavy burdens until his heart turns to ashes. That month, he followed her as she walked in the deathly silence, and suddenly a song began to sing, which extinguished the joy of life and the tranquility of death, but was so warm that it made people cry. He stared at her blankly, and stopped all thoughts. From then on, his life was hers, and his heart was also hers. That day, the bright moon broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and the wind blew thousands of miles away. He got on his horse, picked her up and held her in front of him, then rode out and headed straight to the south of the Yangtze River. He lowered his head and kissed his hair that was blown up by the wind, and said, "Let's go back." At that time, he would not have thought that the two people who had depended on each other for life and death would one day be in completely different situations and be separated from each other. We agreed to grow old together and die together. A hundred years later we will be buried together and green trees will be planted in front of the grave. The trees are full of flowers in spring, and when the wind blows, it's like I'm talking to you. OK?