Cang Huang Juan: a Smiling Yanfeng

The rivers and lakes are full of wind and rain, but a volume of "Cang Huang" hides all the spring and autumn. Feng Xiaowu walked alone with his sword behind his back, and the shadow of his sword cut into pieces in the setting sun. The calamity fire at Liuyue Villa ten years ago left indelible burn marks on his bones and blood. Sima Yan waited with her harp in her arms for a long time, the strings of the harp tightly entangled in the dusk. The rain on the eaves of Zizhu Villa always wetted her eyes as she looked across the horizon. The tallow leaves fell into the river, and the blood droplets splashed into ripples, reflecting the broken pages of the "Canghuang Scroll" - green is the blood that has not yet cooled, yellow is the cold earth, green and yellow invade each other, disrupting this chaotic world. The encounter between Feng Xiaowu and Sima Yan is the harmony of swords and harp, as well as the entanglement of calamity and fate. The rivers and lakes are far away, and the return boat is hard to find. All encounters are long separations, and all separations are destined. Let's look at this pale yellow scroll, which is full of the shadows of swords, the light of swords, love, hate and madness. Between the turning of green and yellow, a ray of light shines on the destination.