The ancient tune of strings, a song into a sad she turned around, captivated the world, but alone lost time.

He swung his sword and overturned the world, but he was alone and desolate.

No matter how much time passed, she always remembered that she called him Yu, and he called her Xi'er.

Even though time is fragile, the flowers are empty...... Whether it is a hundred years, or a thousand years, or ten thousand years, Cangcheng still carries the sorrow and melancholy of tens of millions of years ago.

Who is playing a song of floating life, smiling warmly, in the hazy Liqiu Pavilion...... Born petite and sleepy red dust, he has not solved the joy but the relief.

Shuangxing continued to write the mandarin duck volume, and made a return journey in the future...... She said: Resisting the decree and leaving Beijing is for you, and it is also for you to be stubbornly ill; Resolutely forge the sword for you, and no hatred and no regrets are for you...... only hates that Bai Xuan and Lige did not become dependents three hundred years ago, so there will be you and me, and there will be a relationship between you and me, which is regarded as a bad fate by the world...... He said, "Even if I live again, I will still choose to love you."

Whether I am Lige or Qianmo Chuanyu, whether you are the incarnation of Bai Xuan or the future Li Muxi, or just Qianyun...... Do you think that if you give me a prosperous wall, I will forgive you?

No way!

Whether it's the next life or the next life, you can't escape me...... Have you ever heard such a poignant story?

In the distant Nine Heavens, there was a general, named Bai Xuan.

A dance is shocking, the clarity under the veil is so big in the world that no one can beat it...... Legend has it that the song of Lige, who guards the peak of Langfeng, met several times and fell in love with Bai Xuan, who had made a marriage contract, and since then, there has been no turning back...... When the strings are broken and the blood is flowing like a river, who will save those cold and desperate eyes?

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It turns out that the thousand-year-old promise that you and I have adhered to is just a desolate turn between swords and swords...... In this life, what three generations are involved, what obsession is too deep, what is born from jade, and what is the prosperity of the country?

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She doesn't believe anything!

She only wants to win the heart of one person, is it true that God doesn't even want her to achieve this?

She is not a person of this era, let alone the owner of this body.

Even if she has the same face as her, even the name is so coincidentally the same.

But why should she be made to endure so many things that she shouldn't have to bear?

When the people next to her left her one by one...... She looked up to the sky and sighed: "Am I the one who makes the trick in this storm?" ”

"If the red face life has not been thin, is there a legend in this world, as a moth, if you don't dare to put out the fire, this fate is as magnificent as Ayaluo, like a shackle, like a shackle, golden makeup and jade wrapped like a snowflake, fluttering, falling, beautiful, love to die, love can be broken, after all, it is lonely, forget the cause and effect, the persistence of the hard guard, the empty promise, this youth is like a lot of Ayaluo, entangled, like a shackle, golden makeup, jade wrapped like a snowflake, fluttering, falling, beautiful, to die, love can be broken, after all, it is lonely, forget the cause and effect, the persistence of the obsessed with the void, this youth, many years and months, in the cycle of reincarnation, miss the forgotten person is my familiar outline, tears in the eyes mottled but unable to touch, love is missable- Cui Zige"

When history turns around, what will be intertwined will be the vicissitudes of the world and the dream, and the ...... that will burn the end of the world - I will leave the wish that all those who have seen this story will always remember the poignant story of Li Muxi who looked back at the city.

Epilogue - Gazing in a trance, as if looking at each other.

The vicissitudes of red dust, accompany you.