If you're asked to make a drama, then you'll make a drama about Collapsed Star Railway?

"The celestial beings on the celestial boat reside in immeasurable life."

"Experiencing all kinds of suffering."

"No illusory clouds."

"Covering the Heart Moon."

"The body has fallen into the demonic realm."

The faint, swift piano notes seemed to reveal the complexity and confusion in Jingliu's heart.

Accompanied by dialogue.

Jingliu lay upon a crescent moon.

A cool and aloof demeanor, and an absolutely stunning face.

However, it gave the audience a completely different feeling from that of ordinary beauties.

It was something to be admired from afar, and even a single glance would send shivers down one's spine with its chilling aura.

Ice Beauty.

This is the true ice beauty.

The mirror-like stream lies supine above the waning moon, and the flowing water beneath it.

The entire atmosphere gave the audience goosebumps.

Director Gu's freehand style is getting stronger and stronger! Now he's even going so far as to use images to depict people.

This scene is so beautiful, I want to cosplay as Kagami-sensei!

Just looking at the screen, I could feel a chill!

……

Jingliu gently reached out and touched the clouds passing by.

The piano music was interrupted by the sudden sound of a guqin.

A sudden feeling.

It's like throwing a pebble into this pool of moonlit spring water.

It seems to be hinting at a change in Jingliu's state of mind.

"Even with a three-foot-long blade in hand."

"But it cannot... subdue the inner demons."

As Jingliu spoke, he began to ask himself questions.

I wonder what the price of longevity is, and where I will end up.

And the way of the sword that lingers in her mind and often leaves her feeling lost.

She has a three-foot sword.

One cannot end the suffering of all living beings.

Secondly, one must not sever the delusive thoughts in one's mind.

Human life, emotions, and entanglements are like a demon binding the hand that wields the sword.

This left her unable to move freely, unable to wield her sword as she pleased.

These thoughts.

They all transformed into black, demonic hands.

They clung to her body.

Such complex emotions.

But through visuals, dialogue, and music.

This allows the audience to experience the same sense of confusion.

until.

A cold light flashed.

Jingliu, wielding a sharp sword, suddenly thrust it towards the screen.

Sword flowers flowed by.

The great transformation from three to two has arrived once again.

"I will..."

"Take the sword as your heart."

"Sever your ego!"

The words fell.

On the screen.

Jingliu maintained the posture of sheathing his sword.

Among the shattered, icy fragments of the screen.

Under the cold moon.

Jingliu was finally no longer confused and found a way to dispel everything.

That is the sword in my hand!

Holy crap, why is this woman so cool?!

It feels different every time!

As expected of the Sword Master of Luofu!

I have a feeling that there's something else hidden in these images!

Seeing this scene, a poem immediately came to mind!

The PV of mirror flow.

It's different from many other PVs.

we can even say.

It uses Chinese culture to interpret the story and personality of the Mirror School.

Only a few things were revealed.

This allowed the audience to experience a completely different flavor.

in the picture.

Jingliu was already standing with his back turned on the solid ice.

Under the cool moonlight, she walked forward step by step.

The sound of the xiao (a type of vertical flute) in the background music is becoming increasingly chivalrous.

In front of her.

It is the greatest inner demon of the Mirror Stream.

The culprit that caused her to fall into the demonic realm.

Demon soldiers.

They are both comrades and enemies.

"Not even worth a second!"

"Mere grass beneath the sword!"

Jingliu finished speaking.

The sword fell like the moon.

The chilling sword light danced across the screen.

The demon soldiers fell one by one.

After the three massive icy sword energies filled the screen.

One by one, the ginkgo leaves covered in icy powder drifted down from the corner and landed in front of Jingliu.

The mournful sound of the erhu.

Furthermore, the background music further accentuates Jingliu's helplessness and sorrow.

It was a very cool scene, but I suddenly felt inexplicably heartbroken.

The erhu playing is breaking my heart; this must be Jingliu battling his own inner demons.

So, every time Jingliu kills his fellow demonic beings, does he feel the same pain as the erhu playing?

Oh my god... this must be a memory.

The erhu player went completely berserk.

The audience also experienced this deeply.

The changes in Jingliu's heart.

If the visuals fail to evoke empathy, then add the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument).

This psychological transformation and suffering, though not explicitly stated, is depicted through countless means.

It broke the hearts of the audience.

……

Looking at the ginkgo leaf in my hand.

Jingliu's face was no longer filled with killing intent as it had been just now.

"No matter how you wipe it..."

"The past always comes with the snow..."

(cjbi) Jingliu loosened his grip on the ginkgo leaf, his tone becoming nostalgic.

These are snowflakes and ginkgo leaves.

It is the most beautiful part of her memory.

But as memories flooded back, it wasn't just these things.

Jingyuan, Danfeng, Yingxing, Baiheng.

The figures of her four friends all maintained the posture of walking towards her.

But it stopped halfway and turned into an ice sculpture.

Among the many ice sculptures, there is even one of himself who once held a sword.

Demonic voices, filled with hatred, mockery, and contempt, came from beyond the heavens.

"Mirror Flow! You are powerless!"

"The moon over my hometown!"

"Old grudges!"

The destruction of Cangcheng.

The chaos of drinking the moon.

Abundant spoils.

One pile, one piece.

Is it the sword in her hand that can kill them all and clear them out?

The camera pans.

Numerous ice sculptures appeared one by one on the screen.

Finally, the image focuses on Jingliu's stunningly beautiful face, which is covered by a black cloth.