When a sword has spirituality, it can at best be a murderous weapon; only when it has a soul can it be called a divine weapon.
You once asked me what this sword is called.
I promised you that when the time comes, I will tell you my name.
After seven days, you come to the Bamboo Tower to get the sword. This is the last sword I forge in this life, and it is also the only one. From now on, I will never forge swords again.
Don't forget the name of the sword, call it Qingwu.
The thoughts of youth are empty and the sound of virtue is empty.
I sacrifice my heart and soul to create your glory for the rest of your life.
After the rivers and lakes are shaken, the red candles in the small building talk about the winter heart.
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