The Legend of Broken Bamboo

The human heart is like a thick soil, good thoughts are hard to take root, hatred and resentment are more likely to grow wildly, and the two phases are intertwined and intertwined like a weave. In the noisy Wei and Jin Dynasties, all kinds of infatuated resentments are like the grass and vines in the rain, spreading wantonly and making it difficult to explain. The spirit of the seven sages and the fairy music of the piano have long since returned to the dust. Only a burnt tail and a half-blade Guangling are left, vaguely leaving a trace of pure and mysterious lingering charm in this chaotic world.