A mysterious army entered Ruoshui Village, she became a lonely beggar overnight, wandering into the country of hatred outside the world, returning after many years, determined to solve the mystery of the year, but unintentionally fell into the spring and autumn of the troubled times, chivalrous hatred, grievances and grievances, after entanglement, what is left of the rivers and lakes and temples? He, the prime minister of the beaded curtain, noble and cold He, a drunken fairy with a thousand faces, unruly He, a man in white, a stunning banshee She kept cutting with them, sorting out the mess, flowing one after another, and the grievances never ended. Qi, Yan, Chu, Qin...... The rivers and lakes are surging, the princes and dynasties are declining and changing, and a hundred schools of thought are contending against the dynasty, struggling, rising, weakening, galloping and laughing? Introduction to a poem: The breeze is drunk and drunk, and Kyushu is charming from the prince. Gazing at the vast expanse of the leaf, where do the Yiren of Qiushui go?