After the Natal Sword Takes Shape, It Always Wants to Attack Me

## On the day when the thunder of the ninety-nine and eighty-one tribulations dispersed, Sword Immortal Si Zuo of the Xuanxin Sect ascended to heaven with his rays of light. ——Of course, that is the ending that the world thinks. In fact, Si Zuo survived the thunderstorm, but not completely. Because as early as a hundred years ago during the war between immortals and demons, her natal sword, which had been with her for nearly a thousand years, ran away. The sword cultivator and the soul of the natal sword were intertwined in life. After losing the natal sword, Si Zuo's cultivation level declined greatly. In order to find that damn sword, she concealed her identity and sneaked into the enemy's sect. On the first day she was looking for a sword, she rescued a beautiful young man who had lost his memory in a forbidden area. Although the pretty boy is not very good at martial arts, he can go to the hall and the kitchen, he can make green tea, he can fight with white lotus, and he can sew cotton-padded jackets in winter and serve cold soup in summer. Si Zuo thought, the pretty girl smells so good! So, she had a Taoist companion. Later, the sword was not found, but his identity was exposed. When Si Zui was young, she was arrogant and made countless enemies. When she learned that her cultivation had deteriorated, enemies from all walks of life came together to seek revenge. That day, Si Zuo watched helplessly as her frail, fair-faced Taoist monk transformed into a living sword. With each powerful move, he flattened a dozen hills with just a lift of his finger. After the incident, he tried to cover up the situation and shouted, "Azui, I'm so scared" while getting into her arms. Si Zuo: Haha, I have a curse word that I don't know whether to say or not. - After retrieving his natal sword, Si Zui felt for the thousand and first time that he might have found the wrong sword. Passing by Baibao Pavilion, she bought a piece of iron. A certain sword stared at her faintly: "Why did you buy Xuantie? Do you think I'm not tough enough?" In the grand competition of thousands of sects, she watched the competition on the stage a few more times. A certain sword then complained plaintively: "You have been staring at the sword of that swordsman in yellow, saying, do you like it and don't want me?" Si Zuo: "..." Tips: Only the male protagonist can transform, the other swords are only spirits without form! [Copywriting started on 21.12.29, Screenshots have been taken] Concept: Love is the interdependence of souls