Purple and Green Swords

Qingsuo is like a pregnant girl all day long, imagining that its new owner will be a great hero who will come to pick it up one day with a flying sword. I laughed at it for being unrealistic, but it called it romance. I could only smile helplessly and let it go. Then under its influence, during those decades of being unaccompanied, I began to imagine what the new owner would be like. Qingsuo and I separated. Because it's paranoia. It said that it was going to a place where demons danced wildly, and then waited for a hero with fluttering white clothes and unparalleled martial arts skills to come and pick it up. But I was too lazy. Halfway through the flight, I saw that I could live in peace in a ruined temple, so I took the opportunity to separate from Qing Suo. Qingsuo said to me when he was leaving, Ziyin, although we choose different paths, we always reach the same destination. The person carrying the best sword is not necessarily a master, sometimes it is a three-legged cat. For example, my second owner-Michelle Lee.