I Only Love Swords

When Lan Du was six years old, he picked up a little junior sister who was still in her infancy. The little junior sister was indifferent by nature and was obsessed with swords. The younger junior sister is ten years old. He joined the Sword Sect to pay homage to his ancestor, and once he became a protégé, he specialized in ruthless swordsmanship and had nothing to do with him anymore. He squeezed the magic sword tightly and let the spiritual energy rush through the muscles and bones. He said to the anxious master: "I want to practice swordsmanship, and I want to practice with her." Junior sister is eighteen years old. She teamed up with her senior brother and pierced his heart with a sword during the Immortal Gathering, saying: "Is a loser worthy of holding a sword?" Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be seriously injured and seriously ill, his body would become sick, and his heart would hurt badly from time to time. Trapped by nightmares for several days, he woke up, stroking his heart and thinking: He was lucky enough not to die of illness. Junior sister is twenty years old. The secret realm of ancient swords appears in the world, and the younger junior sister seizes the divine sword and fights the spiritual beast. He and her senior brother help together, even at the cost of their flesh and blood to lure the spiritual beast away and help her seize the sword. Finally, the little junior sister held the sword in her right hand and caught her senior brother's sword in her left hand. The moment he fell into the icy lake and was swallowed by the bone-eroding coldness, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, thinking: I am so tired. Later, he did not know the year, where he came from, or his last name. He was wrapped in a large cloak and lying on a rocking chair. Although he was gradually losing his sense of consciousness, his muscles and veins were severed, his bones were broken, and he was unable to walk, he probably wouldn't live for a few days. But it was a relaxed, leisurely and comfortable life. This day. Some passerby called out in a trembling voice: "Little senior brother." He searched for the source of the voice and apologized: "I'm afraid I have recognized the wrong person. I'm alone here, without my junior sister." The little junior sister who is a genius × the little senior brother who is a natural waste Also known as "The sword is true love, what is a little senior brother?" "Real Fragrance" PS: The main text begins when the junior sister is eighteen years old. Intention: Take care of both career and love, don't focus on one and lose the other.