Edge Breaking Sound

Autumn, the eighty-sixth year of the Yan Dynasty. In the imperial capital Baishui City, the night sky is clear and the crescent moon hangs high. On the observatory, the seventy-three-year-old Qin Tianjian looked at the night sky for a long time, and with a trembling pen, he wrote: The stars are all over the sky, and they have their own traces, and nothing happens to them. Because his arms were shaking, a drop of ink fell and was blown by the wind onto the word "" on the paper. The old man stopped writing and sighed softly. This year, the autumn wind seems to have started earlier. This year, Zhidao was fourteen years old, and he and his young companion were running on the Perqin grassland on a rainy night. … The dream of a young hero is that people are the world.