Sword Cultivator Doesn't Understand Love, so Why Are the Fairies Chasing After Him?

Heaven and earth are like sword boxes, in which all living beings sharpen their edge. In the seventh era after the collapse of the fairy world, the nine great divine states were initially established, and the swordsmanship withered and reappeared. In the Qingming Mountains of Dongji Shenzhou, a young man woke up from the ashes of the burned village, holding a broken sword in his hand. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only the light of the sword could be seen. When Master Yun Zhi brought him back to the mountain gate, he said: "This son has a sword in his heart, but there is no one in the sword." Three years later, at the Qingming Sword Sect's sword discussion stage, Lin Duanchen used an ordinary ironwood sword to defeat the enemy with three moves. The sword energy was as pure as the first snow and the moon, startling the three-hundred-year-old frozen Taoist heart at the top of Wenjian Peak. The law enforcement elder chuckled: "The heart of the sword is clear, and it may hurt others or yourself." But they don't know that those who hurt others will eventually be hurt, and the most ruthless place is the most ruthless place. The medicine bottle handed over on a snowy night still carries the warmth of the woman's palm, and the sword spikes woven in the bamboo forest hang down with childish concern. Some people probed his inner lake with the music of the piano, but no ripples appeared; some faced him with a sword, and did not complain when he was defeated; some looked at his profile silently in the alchemy room, and asked "How is senior brother" when the furnace was blasting; some mended the torn spots in his clothes in the morning mist, with stitches as fine as his thoughts. In his heart, he only has the long path of swordsmanship, but he doesn't know that he has become the bright moon in other people's hearts. The Great Wall of Sword Qi is thousands of miles away, but it cannot stop the sparks in the world of mortals. When the Autumn Sword is unsheathed for the first time and shines into someone's eyes, when the raindrops hovering in the rain reflect someone's face, when the sound of the ancient sword deep in the sword mound is in sync with the heartbeat - those people attracted by the light of the sword are using the most clumsy way to forge a warm sheath for a sword destined to be lonely. The meaning of the sword is like a mountain, and the thread of love is like water. The advantages of mountains and rivers are evidenced by heaven and earth.