Everyone in the world knows about the Six Swords of Crossing the River, but no one really understands them.
They were young men who dragged each other to survive from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
They are brothers, they are family, they are each other's only way to survive in troubled times.
The six of them sat quietly at Xiadu all night, and no one flinched.
Just make a promise that is deeply rooted in blood:
We fight side by side in life and return together in death. The journey to hell is far away and no one is allowed to be alone. In the next life, we will still be a family.
Ten days before going to Yuan, Jiang Yi stood alone under the solitary lamp in the mountain temple.
He knew that he would die on the road ahead, but he still selfishly wrote a marriage document.
He hid the marriage certificate in the saddlebag of his white horse, with an open heart - common people came first, brothers came first, and finally, his love lasted forever.
"In the next life, the Six Swordsmen will be reunited and we will still be brothers and family members."
The prosperous age is coming suddenly, thousands of houses are lit with lights, and every year is prosperous.
Three days after the battle that day, the people of Luoxiadu found a intact marriage letter in the saddlebag of a white horse that had returned with a broken leg, bloodstains all over its body, and a limp from thousands of miles away.
A piece of marriage certificate, wandering in the world.
The rivers and lakes were shaken, and all the people were moved.
The six young men's swords that saved the world were mentioned in history books, and their names were erased by time.
The people of the world are holding that hot marriage letter and looking for someone at Luoxiadu year after year.
I look forward to the return of the martyred young lovers, and the return of the six savior heroes.
But the river flows eastward every year, and no one comes back.
Gardenia blooms every year,
The world remembers heroes every year,
The hero has long since returned to hell.