He is a piece of refined iron ore in the cave at the top of the snow peak. He absorbed the essence of the sun and moon on the top of the peak and became somewhat conscious. He stayed on the snow peak in a daze for thousands of years.
The worse the environment, the more people and monsters want to practice. When the monks stayed in the cave, he was usually half asleep and half awake, but he was always unconsciously absorbing their spiritual energy. When he found that the time he spent sleeping seemed to decrease, he quietly listened to the words of the monks. Over time, he also understood a little about the world they talked about.
For the first time, he had curious thoughts, but he could neither speak nor see, let alone move.
In the end, his curious thoughts were passed away by time, his energy was exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
When he woke up again, he was already in a hot forge. He recalled carefully, and seemed to recall the scene when he was dug away. He didn't like the flames but had no choice but to let the sledgehammer turn him into a sword. When he fell from the blacksmith's hand into the warm arms of another, he seemed to hear the blacksmith's soft sigh.
"I'm afraid this sword will fall out of favor when the doll under your control uses a real flute in the future..."
"You are worrying too much. Chen Si is a good boy. The name of this sword... I guess he said it out of anger with me, but he will treat me well when I take the sword back."
Hmm... Probably?
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The story between the cold-tempered sword spirit Yu Xiao and his chatty master Chen Si. The sword spirit initially had no human form and could not see objects. It was temporarily unable to move significantly by itself, but later it took on a human form.
Written for fun, it should be a bad story with incorrect word order