A long river separates the north and south sides of the river. A piece of qin music has deposited the past stories of the rivers and lakes that have been smoldering for generations. A ruffian born in a back alley, a son born with jade, one numb in the burning of spirits, one Leisurely in the fragrance of green tea, but made a promise in the shadows of ghosts: Life should be shoulder to shoulder, and death is not responsible. The peerless surprise, the resonant double qin, but the murderous aura is hidden. The pure years, but have to endure The sharpening of swords and swords. The moon is reflected in the blood, the legends are blurred, and a thousand sails are racing under the black rock cliff. Where is the familiar return boat? ========================== ====== It will definitely be finished. If you like it, please add it to the collection, thank you.