Stepping on a Bright Moon

The snow in Yehuling has been falling and sweeping for three years. Shen Yanli's sword was developed in the rustling of brooms. Lou Zhaixing told him that the sword must be fast so that people can see the light and then dare not have any more delusions. Later, he met Pei Zhaoye. The man was dressed in white, and with a folding fan unfolded, he wanted to mend all the holes in the world. One wants to crush the bright moon, and the other wants to light up the long night. They once drank heavily on the top of Mount Tai, saying that if there were no boats in the rivers and lakes, they would be used as poles to support the boats; if there were no bridges, they would be used as holes under the bridges to shelter lonely souls. That was the brightest time in their lives. But Jianghu is a grand exile. The so-called righteous way is just a cannibalism under the skin; the so-called devil may be the final awakening. When Pei Zhaoye burned up his white clothes and turned into a handful of ashes by the river, Shen Yanli realized that the three years of snow were just to get him used to the coldness of his life. Now he is walking alone with his sword on his back, the river is surging and the moon is still bright. It's just that the person who swore to shine through the dark night became the moonlight that could no longer be pieced together under his sword. In the end, he was the only one left in this river and lake, crushing the empty moonlight in this river.