I think the most direct way to find words and phrases to describe Yi Jian is to find some lyrics describing the Yi Jian sect, which I feel can be used as a reference.

Or the old title of the Yi Jian sect can be used (the name of the sect: Jian Dan, Qin Xin, travel around the world, use the sword to drink wine freely, Jian Qi, Xiao Xin to break the end game).

Let me give you the lyrics for your reference. The songs describing the Yi Jian sect are:

Dan Jian Fu - Lei Canghai (Xiao Mao)

Nian Bai: Yu Jian Cheng Between the wind and the earth, I look for the colorful and hopeful things. I have no intention of being sad, I just want to sit there and sigh

I once leaned on the sword pavilion and listened to the flowing wind, listening to the rain turning into snow, and the dancing clouds

Freedom The heart of the flute can be broken and there are countless endings, but the secret of controlling the sword with the fairy heart

Happy Dongli holds the cup with a drunken smile, anyone can remember the fleeting years

Cultivate oneself and ride on the wind to kill demons in the world, turning into a strong crossbow Flying smoke

The white horse flies in the west wind and the meteor chases the moon, an ancient sword once served as a teacher for thousands of people

Looking up to the sky and roaring over three thousand cities, it is not too late to return to the boat

< p>* A jade flute tune shakes the sky, and three Yao Qin sounds reach into the sky

Shangshan's veins are like water

Don't ask how charming the country is, it is willing to give a heavy smile

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At that time, the Mingyue Bridge

The front edge of the demon-locking pagoda was sealed, and the three-foot cold front cut off the grudges

Thousands of years have passed since the reincarnations

I still remember the grace As a young man, I hold my sword and drink in the blue sky

Looking at the smoke and clouds and dreaming of scattered rivers and lakes, the road is far away*

The cold water of Liuhe washes the sky clear and clear, and the rain begins to clear

The powerful wind from the five directions counts the fallen flowers all over the ground, and the sky will be bright at the end of the night

On the Jingyue Lake, a group of people heard the song and sang in rhyme, and stood on the horse to watch the tide.

Dancing in the imperial courtyard, everyone was shocked, and the sword spirit Shang Yuqing

The orioles sing and the swallows dance, the spring is warm and affectionate, I am drunk alone and call myself a wine fairy

I take this time to read the unique colors of the world among the flowers, and laugh and drink in front of the lanterns

Jade Flute A shocking song, three sounds of Yao Qin entered the sky

Shangshan's veins are like water

Don't ask how beautiful the country is, I am willing to give a smile for a thousand gold.

At that time, the Mingyue Bridge

The front edge of the Demon Locking Pagoda was sealed, and the three-foot cold front broke off the grudges

It has been thousands of years since the reincarnations

I still remember the handsome young man, wielding a sword A glass of wine in the blue sky

Looking at the smoke and clouds and dreaming of scattered rivers and lakes, the road is far away*

Tian Xia II——A song for the swordsmen

Sanyang Ding The Liuhe slows down the eight wastelands and breaks the obsession

The five directions break the seven rays and bloom the nine mysterious Tianyuan and cut off the old grudges

{Listen to the rain on the top of the mountain and dazzle the flames and burn the sky

Tao Sheng Yidian The soul returns to its origin

The Supreme Good Sword has the thought of returning to control

The illusion of the heart destroys the clouds and smoke of the pagoda

The sword-controlling technique of the immortal heart shows the gentleness of the chivalrous bones

The clouds in the sky are dancing and the wind is dancing, and the whole thing is complete

The flowing wind and flying snow watch the wonderful sky

It is as free as an immortal soldier to solve the fate of three generations}

< p>Sword dance makes the sun and moon drunk and smiles to see the world

Green plums cook wine to warm the fallen heroes and bury the cold sword

The battle between evil immortals and demons in the four seas appears

The Demon Locking Tower Guarding the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons

The dream of Jianghu has become a beauty far away from the sword and the end of the world

Yijian Tingyu Pavilion

Music: Immortal Tribulation

Lyrics: Wuzi

Singer: Xiaoquer

Harmony: Xiaoquer

Later period: Xiaoquer

Qing Leng The light of the sword is like the falling moon

Leaning on the balcony at night and listening to the rain

The smell of bamboo is a bit weak

It is time to talk about the autumn colors with old friends

It is temporarily released The turmoil and hustle and bustle outside the world have passed

Going into the turmoil with the sword and the smoke

On the way back, there are only a few stars and moonlight

The fate of disaster is unbreakable

How many times People regard loneliness as free and easy

Putting wine and lying down in a frightened dream, the sound of the greenery is faint

The breeze rises, the world is silent

Horse through the mountains and rivers and lift the sword by yourself

< p>The rivers and lakes meet in the Ming Dynasty, the sound of Shu has not changed and the local accent is still the same

The green curtain is rolled up, as if drunk

They all fall into a dream of a pillow of yellow beams

Do not remember it as Who abandons the endgame

The breeze rises, the world is silent

The horse rides through the mountains and rivers and the sword lifts itself

In the Ming Dynasty, the rivers and lakes met, but the sound of Shu has not changed and the local accent is still the same

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The green curtain rolls, as if drunk

They are all in a dream of yellow beams

Let's do business safely and peacefully

Go into the storm with sword and smoke

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On the way here, there are only a few stars and moonlight

The destiny is unbreakable

A few people use loneliness to be free and easy

Lie down while drinking wine, in the dream, the sound of green is faint.

The breeze rises, and the world is silent

Horse through the mountains and rivers to lift the sword

In the Ming Dynasty, rivers and lakes met, but the sound of Shu has not changed and the local accent is still the same as before

The green curtain rolls, as if drunk

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p>We all fall into a dream of yellow beams

I don’t remember who gave up the endgame

I will go with the flow, the ebb and flow cannot wash away the traces of dust

Listen to the wind and rain in troubled times , Smiling proudly, the world is also lonely

The breeze blows, the world is silent

Horse through the mountains and rivers and lift the sword by yourself

For the things before and after, you can pay a sum of money and drop the flowers as you please< /p>

The green curtain is rolled up, like drunkenness

We are all in a dream of yellow beams

Let's do business safely and peacefully

Relevant ones are:

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The YJ paragraph in Dahuang Fengyuelu:

Shuiyun exquisite ink armor and green clothes Fengyue Nong

Three yangs make fire and Liuhe cold water, who will be moved by Jiuxuan

The breeze sheathed the sword box, the phoenix sang and the clothes fluttered

With a raised eyebrow and a smile, he handed it over

The whole world was shocked by the sword, and the country and the country were missing

Yijianyou -Xiao Mao (describing Yi Jian and watching the wilderness)

Ci Xiao Mao

Qu Qilin

Sing Xiao Mao

Like a dream The smoke of phantom dust rises, and the wilderness fills the air just like yesterday

The master said that you should have few desires, a pure heart, a free and easy life, no restraints, no distractions and no thoughts

Qu Ze seeks total selflessness, the saint embraces the whole world and gains everything

But I am only afraid that the breeze in my arms will pass by with a wisp of fragrant soul

The moon is setting in the Cuiwei Tower, and the green hair is mottled in the sky

(Sister Xiaosong and Cuiliu, the Lord Jian, laughed at my disheveled clothes) )

The sunset in Lingyun Valley, the setting sun sheds a chord of music

(Who sang the clutch, how many years later did they shoot the wolf)

Central Plains The small road left me to take a leisurely stroll

The female slave passed away, and Yinglong regretted that he should not have come to the middle of the lake

He was lonely, carving statues of gods one after another in the evening

It doesn’t help, the broken Huan on Yinglong Lake

Thousands of years have passed, but it may happen again after the tears dry up

The trees in Jiuli are towering, but they are no higher than the partitions in previous lives

I once made a promise after the rain, but I couldn’t see through it or hear it

Yijian left a lot of dust and smoke. < /p>

The bamboo forest is green and healthy, and Mudu is still in the middle of the lake

Looking from the tall buildings in Yongning, beside the flowing cloud crossing in the peach and plum forest

Call the children around you and ask him about the old days of Yunxuan How?

The eyes are foggy and rainy, and the beauty is in the distance

The wind is passing by in the forest at night, and Lingqing is alone by the river

(That night Qihuang acupuncture helped the world especially Echoing in my ears)

Look at the white clouds breaking through, and the clouds and smoke that have been circulating for thousands of years have passed

(I still remember where the imperial master rode on the crane to fly away)

Jueyan Pass , the iron armor is still clenched in the hands of Tianshang

The general smiled, how dare he return to his hometown before the demon is gone

After Jin Ge chanted, he sang a magnificent song of mountains and rivers

< p>The heroic spirit is soaring to the sky, and the country is like a dragon flying in the sky

Thousands of years have passed, but it may happen again after the tears dry up

The trees built in Jiuli are towering, but they are no higher than the partitions in the previous life

Rain Later, he made a promise that could not be seen through but not heard

Yijian left a lot of dust and smoke.

Thousands of years have passed, and it may happen again after the tears dry up

The towering trees of Jiuli are no taller than the barriers in the past life

I made a promise after the rain, but I couldn’t see through it or hear it.

Yijian left a lot of dust and smoke.

The gloomy birds in the Leize trees are covered with sad clouds, and the women in the small village sing and laugh after all the suffering

Passing by the wind and listening to the wind, the leaves are swaying when looking up, and the ruins of the ancient city are flowing in the direction of the Thunder Temple

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When the iris branches sing, the echoes of the cave are floating

The clouds and dreams are lingering in confusion, and the black water is picking up bones and looking into the distance

Looking at the scenery in front of me, I can't help but miss my hometown< /p>

Dreams are bound to the extravagant hopes of the world, flowing deep in the forest roots

Like dreams, illusions, and lightning, I and she are flying wild geese

Going through the vicissitudes of life, just to sharpen the sword

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I suddenly realized that Jianfeng was no longer there

The master was no longer there, the junior sister was no longer there, and the sword was no longer there

The obsession was still there

The Shuiyun Palace slides past, and the immortal clouds wander in the soul.

(The silk and silk brocade are lingering and difficult to swallow, and the gauze falls)

A few people have failed in the trial, and Xiaoao is already weak

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(I often remember that my senior brother escaped from the sky and disappeared without a trace)

The moon fell in the Cuiwei Tower, cutting the sky and cutting the mottled green hair

(Your Excellency Sword, Xiaosong and Green Willows) Junior sister laughs at my disheveled clothes)

The sunset in Lingyun Valley, the setting sun sheds a chord of music

(Whoever sang clutches, how many years later did they shoot Sirius)

Sliding past the Shuiyun Palace, the immortal clouds drifting in and out of the soul

(The silk and silk brocades are lingering and difficult to swallow, and the gauze falls)