Reborn in the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1980s

Hong Qiuyan dared not offend the director, so she could only endure the pain in her hand and finish filming the rest of the scenes.

But now she and Hu Xiaoxiao have a grudge against each other.

Hu Xiaoxiao seemed to see through her thoughts and gave her a cold smile: Did you think she really had no temper? If she really had a good temper, she wouldn't have been sealed away back then! If there's a next time, these eyes will be useless.

Lan Xinya's role was small and simple, so Hu Xiaoxiao quickly finished filming her scenes.

Next, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to Zhou Bijun's role in the play.

"Action!"

Zhou Bijun, the number one assassin of the Death-Snatching Hall, is known in the martial arts world as the Poisonous Scorpion. Dressed in red and wielding a long sword, she brings bloodshed wherever she goes.

With her long sword as sharp as frost and her red robes as crimson as blood, Zhou Bijun slaughtered another family amidst a rain of blood.

After releasing the carrier pigeons to report back to the temple master, she looked at her blood-stained clothes and went to a beautiful place with clear water and lush mountains. She squatted down among the rocks and streams to wash her blood-stained clothes.

A young man was gathering firewood when he saw her sitting in the middle of the water. He put down his firewood, cupped his hands in a circle, and called out to her, "Girl, the water is deep there, be careful not to fall in."

She turned her head, glanced at the boy, wrung out her blood-stained clothes, and leaped into the forest.

When she wasn't on duty, she liked to escape the hustle and bustle and immerse herself in nature. The boy appeared near her again. She leaped over the treetops, stood on one, and gazed at him.

The boy was holding a wooden stick, using it as a sword, practicing a chaotic and flawed swordsmanship. She glanced at him indifferently and then left.

One day, she was really bored and saw that the boy's swordsmanship was terrible, so she picked a leaf and flicked it at the boy's weakness.

A leaf tore a hole in the boy's clothes. The boy paused for a moment, as if he had realized something. When he practiced again, that move was flawless.

Finding it amusing, she picked a leaf and flicked it at an opening in another of his sword techniques.

The boy was extremely talented and quick to understand, and soon he had repaired the entire sword technique.

The young man followed the path the leaves had taken and found her. He bowed and thanked her, saying, "My name is Ren Shaohua. Thank you for your guidance, young lady. May I ask your surname?"

She stood on a tree branch, the wind making her red dress flutter, obscuring the veil on her face. She looked down at him for a while, and after a long time, said coldly, "My surname is Zhou."

"Miss Zhou." He looked up, sunlight shining on his face, his smile sparkling like stars.

She glanced at him, then flew away.

When they met again, she was ordered by the Palace Master to escort the treasure to the Wing King's Mansion.

He infiltrated the Wing King's mansion to assassinate the Wing King. It turned out that the Wing King had secretly colluded with foreign tribes and harmed loyal officials. He despised the Wing King's character and acted on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice.

She had long hair and wore a red dress. She sat by the pond under the eaves, playing with the fish. He saw her and looked shocked.

She touched her face and realized she had forgotten to wear her veil.

He rushed over, grabbed her hand, and ran, shouting, "Xinya, why did you run here? It's too dangerous here, run!"

His swordsmanship was much more refined than before, and his internal strength was also much more profound.

Many people from the Prince's mansion were surrounding him. She watched him run, sweating profusely, and kept muttering, "How did you end up here? What if you fall into the hands of the Prince of Yi?"

She chuckled inwardly; his way of striking up a conversation was quite unique.

She was bored and couldn't stand the Wing King, who dared to covet her. She might as well make a few more enemies for him.

She secretly guided the boy, bypassing the guards who were surrounding them, and helped him escape from the palace.

Unexpectedly, during the subsequent chase, the boy was knocked off a cliff, and she thought he was dead.

By chance, she met a girl who looked exactly like her; the girl's name was Lan Xinya. Lan Xinya recognized her and said she was her sister.

She was still young when she entered the Hall of Death. In order to survive, she suffered many inhuman tortures. She was in too much pain, and her childhood memories were too distant. She had almost forgotten them all, but vaguely, she seemed to have an older sister.

The time she spent with her older sister was a wonderful time; her gentle sister comforted her wounded past.

The boy returned, his swordsmanship now mastered, and she was no match for him. She then learned that the boy's name was Ren Shaohua, and that he and her sister were in love.

She didn't appear before him, but quietly left. Now that her sister had found her place, she could return to her world of martial arts without any lingering attachments. In the martial world, she was no longer in control of her own destiny. Her life was burdened with sins, beyond redemption, and even Buddha wouldn't save her.

However, driven by his desire to avenge his country and family, he once again offended the Wing King, who kidnapped his sister. When she went to demand her return, she was stopped by the Palace Master, who ordered her to steal Ren Shaohua's Bodhidharma Sword Technique.

She had long been accustomed to unconditionally obeying the temple master's orders, and since it concerned her sister's safety, she agreed.

Disguised as his older sister, she approached him. However, she inadvertently revealed her martial arts skills, which were discovered by his brother. In the process, she accidentally killed one of his brothers.

She successfully stole the sword technique, but her sister had already committed suicide in the Prince Yi's mansion.

When she tried to kill the Wing King to avenge herself, the Palace Master crippled her martial arts and imprisoned her in a water dungeon.

The temple master believed she had betrayed him because the Bodhidharma Sword Technique was supposed to have seventy-two forms, but she had only submitted seventy-one.

Only then did she realize that the person who killed her parents and wiped out her clan was actually the Palace Master. All along, she had been recognizing her enemy as her father and working for him.

Her beloved older sister died, the respected palace master was her enemy, and the martial arts skills she relied on for survival were crippled. Even though she hated him to the bone, she was helpless and suffered so much that she wished she were dead.

She accidentally fell into the lowest level of the water dungeon, where she found a demonic technique. At the cost of exhausting her energy, she mastered the technique and eventually killed the temple master, becoming the new temple master of the Hall of Death.

Ren Shaohua led the six major sects into the Hall of Death. She looked at the disciples of the six sects, whose families she had wiped out and who hated her to the bone, and then at him, who was filled with righteous indignation.

This battle was fierce and bloodshed was rampant.

She then realized why the Bodhidharma Swordplay she had stolen only had seventy-one moves; the final move required enlightenment. He had grasped it, and he used the final move of the Bodhidharma Swordplay to stab her.

She suddenly felt very tired and weary; life seemed utterly boring.

She did not dodge when faced with his sword; the longsword pierced her chest and went right through.

Her veil flew off, and she saw his utterly shocked expression.

He asked, "Who are you?"

With her last strength, she flew to a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, and landed in front of a grave.

"After I die, please bury me with my sister," she said to him as he caught up with her.

He saw the grave, with Lan Xinya's name and the date of her death engraved on the tombstone.

"Guiyou month?" He was shocked when he saw the words on the tombstone. He stared at her, who looked exactly like Lan Xinya, speechless.

He and Lan Xinya got married in the month of Guiyou. Was Lan Xinya arrested after marrying him, or was the person he married not Lan Xinya at all?

He grabbed her hand and asked, "Who are you? Who was the person I married back then?"

She smiled softly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, as if she could see her sister waving to her.

“Guess,” she said softly.

Then she closed her eyes in his arms, her outstretched hand as if holding her sister's hand, and they departed together.

He was left kneeling on the ground, holding her and roaring in anguish, "Who are you? Who did I marry?"