A transfer student came from Nanli High School. The young man was very tall, with sharp and beautiful brows, and he became a famous figure on campus. Qiao Qi never thought she would interact with him, nor did she think Zhou Xun would like her. On the day of the party after the college entrance examination, Qiao Qi searched for sultry tips on her mobile phone. "When a girl puts her hand on a boy's leg, the boy's resistance will drop by 80%." Qiao Qi saw this sentence and her heart was pounding with excitement. She put her trembling hand on the leg of the bamboo horse next to her and silently recited her confession in her heart. , until she felt something was wrong. These legs are too good. She raised her head and was caught off guard by the boy's playful eyes. week . Zhou Xun raised his eyelids and looked at the male classmate, "Please wait in line to confess, we haven't finished talking yet." - Zhou Xun's pursuit was straightforward and passionate, like a sky full of fireworks in the summer night sky. The sea breeze carries the moisture and blows through the girl's hair, gently curling it to the end of the young man's eyebrows. In the tent, Qiao Qi's eyebrows were full, reflecting the bright fireworks, "Zhou Xun, have you wanted to fall in love with me for a long time?" In the hazy light and shadow, the heartbeat sounded like the waves. The boy's eyes were burning, and he clasped the girl's red neck with his palms, and kissed her tightly for a long time. "I want to fall in love with you, I'm going crazy." It was the seventh year of their acquaintance, and the young man's voice, kissed by the sea breeze, was soft and soothing like a tide, sweeping through the entire summer. ——In the summer when I was eighteen, it was you and the wind. ——And in my heart, you lived for more than one summer.

Two hundred years ago on the Blue River battlefield, the last legion of the Bright Empire collapsed amidst the noise of the demons, and the last marshal and emperor of the empire died in battle. In the chaotic Xichuan continent, there is no common monarch. The heroes are fighting together. Force is the only way to survive. Dominating the world is the dream of generations of strong men. In the southeast of the mainland, there is a powerful force that has been in existence for more than two hundred years - the Zichuan family. He attacked the Liufeng family in the west, blocked the demon clan in the east, and suppressed the Lin family in the south. For the sake of a powerful dream and for the family lineage to be passed down from generation to generation, countless Zichuan heroes have succeeded one after another, composing an epic and magnificent history. This fantasy war epic tells the story of such a family's century-old tragic legend.