Cold Sword Makes Waves

The country is destroyed, but the mountains and rivers are still there? A young man named Zhao Hao who lived in Zongheng Study learned that his home and country were on the verge of collapse and that the building was about to collapse. He lost his fairy-like appearance and scholarly spirit and resolutely returned to his ancestral home. The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop! In the whirlpool of the storm, no one can stay out of it. The so-called recuperation, in front of the surrounding tigers, is more like recharging one's energy and trying to soar into the sky. The Xuanwu Dynasty pressed forward step by step. The mortal world ends, but the karma remains unfinished. The unavoidable misfortune and the pain that penetrates into the bone marrow eventually turn into nutrients for the young man's growth. "I feed on suffering and raise a blood-colored ice flower, stunningly hard." Zhao Hao was in the fog and didn't know where he was going. Looking back, he saw that the road he came from was full of devastation. There seemed to be scattered glimmers of light floating in the fog, and the nostalgic boy wanted to catch them, gather the light, and return to the carefree old days... Under the moonlight, Zhao Hao cherished his words like gold. He could not play this symphony of harmonious music, and lamented why the autumn wind was so sad. In front of the holy abyss, Zhao Hao's voice was hoarse, and the weak and hesitant shouts in his broken throat could only be blocked in his desolate heart. Under the abyss, a pair of vicissitudes of eyes slowly opened "Do you crave power?" … Are there flowers blooming all the way on the other side of life? Are there people we love? The bamboo stick and mango shoes beat the horse easily The sword points to the sky and wants to ask the sky