The girl who slept in the imperial mausoleum for a hundred years was the disciple who was forced into him by accident. The sword master who was admired by everyone on Jiahuang Mountain was the master she didn't want and could not get rid of. He saved the world and the common people, but only He couldn't save his apprentice. When we met again eight years ago, she changed into a red dress and a mask, and she was already the disaster Shura that everyone in the imperial capital feared. He chased after him, just to ask, 'Where is my apprentice?' She is right in front of him, and she must be someone else. Love for many lifetimes, years of absurdity, the falling sword is stained with blood, why she wondered why she didn't die in the year when she was most in love, because the bones of the white horse on Yunqin Peak hadn't been opened yet When thanking, he squinted his eyes and twisted a smile that turned all sentient beings:——'Ah Che, this century-old fine wine, the master is going to be drunk.'