The Swordman Has Not Slept Yet

[The end of the year|Shuangjie|Full text is being saved] Cold-faced, sultry career attack x hot-faced straight-faced salty fish Qu Yi, a college student, lives in the underworld and eats salted fish. He has already prepared to eat and wait for death. Unexpectedly, justice comes from the sky, and lightning and thunder chop him away to the world of cultivation. So Qu Yixi mentioned his dual identity, a human during the day and a sword at night. Why don't you just pass it all? He only maintains his human form for half a day and doesn't have to go to school. He accepted it well, proclaimed himself the "Sword Man", and once again planned his way to peace. Coincidentally, there is another such "sword man", a local cold-blooded sword cultivator, Qu Yi, who alternates with him every twelve hours. "Hey, we have the same name, then I will recognize you as my eldest brother, and you must protect me." Qu Yi said with a familiarity on his sword. Looking at the sword that suddenly made a noise, Qu Yi thought for a moment. The sword was very expensive and he had no money. He took it back into his arms with an expressionless face. —— When he first arrived in another world, Qu Yi was not familiar with the place, so he had to hug his new acquaintance tightly: "I know that the sword is your sword cultivator's wife. Don't worry, I will return your wife to you when I find a way." In the sword, Qu Yi said coldly: "It's a deal." Forced by life, he had to show his face to others, and the hard-working college student changed his life to become a small swordsman. In the few hours of human form, Qu Yi ate melons, polished swords, and gestured with tree branches. Oh, the latter did not exceed one hour a day. One morning early one morning, Qu Yi, who had always been taciturn, said, "Hey, just use a real sword when you practice swordsmanship." "Is that okay?" Qu Yi excitedly held his sword and danced like a dog chewing mud. Seeing that his days as a swordsman were over, Qu Yi packed up his small baggage and hummed a tune. He looked up and saw a man dressed in ink leaning against a tree, his face darker than his clothes. He was just about to say goodbye to him and thank him for taking care of him, but he heard Qu Yi say: "Can you not leave?" "... Huh?" The small baggage that had just been packed was scattered all over the floor. ​ #Aren't you my eldest brother? Why are you half a year younger than me? #Your wife is not a sword, should I be too? What I mean by lying flat is not this kind of lying flat. Hey Intention: Everything is the best arrangement