Snow Ying Jingrong Pu

In the lonely smoke of the desert, a ten-year-old boy traveled through time and met his parents with blood splattered on them. The mystery of the glazed Buddha treasure, the battle between the good and evil swords, When the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Qi sky fell, the Wuhu cavalry rode southward—— Look at him standing with his sword horizontally, with the swaying mountains and rivers of the Han family behind him. This body is like snow, reflecting the cold weather for hundreds of times; this sword is like frost, capable of suppressing armies for thousands of years! (Zhushu, I just put it back on, so I didn't write it randomly.)