The Fox Roars on the Snow Road, and the Sword Detects Reincarnation

The bluestone slabs of the border ski trails are frozen with thousand-year-old fox-shaped ice patterns. When the wind blows the snow particles, they are always covered with the faint sound of foxes. Bing Mojian walked in the fog holding the "Jian" (Guiyan Sword) that can see the past, the blade of the sword was warm against the palm of his hand - the ice silk brocade bag in his arms was even warmer. In addition to the fragments of the frost blade, there was also a thin ice-blue hair wrapped in the bag. It was a snowy day in the south of the Yangtze River. Bing Huaxin dropped her bag after embroidering her heart. Her fingertips flickered half of the fox tail shadow, and she only said, "This hair protects the blade, and the sword protects you." She did not mention that the "jian" can reflect reincarnation, nor did she mention that thousands of years ago, they relied on this sword and this blade to die in the black mist of Nuoyuan. Three black shadows came through the fog, and the word "Yuan" on the iron sign was full of evil: "The frost blade that was not taken away thousands of years ago, the 'jian' that was not destroyed, it is time to return it in this life!" The moment the sword wind struck the brocade bag, the ice-blue hair floated up and turned into a miniature The nine-tailed fox shadow blocked the attack; "Jian" suddenly became hot, and the sword blade reflected the scene - on the snowy road thousands of years ago, she was wearing a blue skirt and holding the same sword. The nine-tailed fox swept away the black mist, and behind her was the young man (his previous life) huddled under the sword. The note in the bamboo tube was wet with snow, and only the words "Learn about reincarnation, protect promise with a sharp edge" remained. Bing Mojian held the "Jian" tightly, and the fragments of the frost blade were hot in the palm of his hand: It turned out that "Jian Ren Samsara" had never chosen him because of the sword, but for thousands of years, he and she were always on the snowy road, to protect each other and the blade, and crashed into the reincarnation again and again. This time, the sword wants to shine through the black mist, and the fox wants to light up the snowy path - what he wants is not only to guard the frost blade, but also to make the regrets of thousands of years of reincarnation become a "promise" and a promise in this life. Half group portrait.