After the misty rain, the Yun Tielu wooden sign was hanging with water drops. The moon was tied up in a man's bun. She stood on tiptoe and put the cinnabar sword talisman on the lintel. The red tassels were shaking happily: "Look at the Valley of Broken Souls, you still dare to come!"
When Duan Yanqiu came, she was climbing the wooden ladder to stuff the "Secret Records of Tempering" in the beams of the house. She saw the young man in white standing in the hall, and he loosened his hand and scattered the secret records all over the floor. "Oh, it's a storybook!" She jumped down and almost fell, grabbing the account book to cover up the secret book, the broken sword at her waist and the copper bells jingling, and she danced and gestured. The Star-Shattering Sword forged for him was sprinkled with peach petals during the quenching process, and the blade actually reflected what the young man buried on the cliff - not a secret book, but a little turtle drawn for his senior sister! "Young master, look!" She raised her sword and spun it like a top. Before the opponent could change his attitude, she got behind the stove and pulled out the burnt sweet potato. "Try it? The remaining warmth from the sword refining is so sweet!"
When Heifengzhai was competing for the film, she was using red-hot iron tongs to scald the cat's lice. Seeing the evil slaves rummaging through the box, they stabbed the iron pliers into the charcoal pot, scattering iron filings in the thick smoke. Taking advantage of the chaos, they smeared quenching oil on the soles of their boots. They stepped on the anvil and laughed so hard: "It's so slippery, it's better to fall on your butt!" The female knight brought a broken sword to seek revenge. She knelt on the threshold to count the copper coins. Suddenly she clapped her hands and threw the sword into the acid jar: "Soak for three days, the rust will show the murderer!" While pretending to recite the incantation, he secretly sprinkled a handful of sugar into the altar, and the sour smell mixed with the sweet fragrance came out.
Duan Yanqiu asked her why she was so crazy. She was using a broken sword hilt to set the bones of a carrier pigeon, and threw the pigeon into the sky: "Silly people live long!" Suddenly she stood on tiptoe and scratched his chin with a finger dipped in herbs. Her eyes were as bright as a furnace fire, "My sword doesn't lie - it says you are a good person!"
