Fu Xian and Hua Lu were ancient sword spirits, and they made a bet on who would get out of the mysterious ice realm first.
I don't know how many years passed, but there was a sound of the sky falling and the earth cracking, and Fu Xian was pulled out by a woman in green, leaving only the Hualu Sword behind with her throat broken.
Hualu turned his head away arrogantly, it didn't matter, I had my next destined person.
Later, a young man passed by the ice realm and casually pulled out the Hualu Sword. He shook the broken blade of the Hualu sword in his hand, gently touched the cold-colored blade, and immediately burst out laughing again.
"Follow me and I will make you the best swordsman in the world."
Hualu sneered, "You're the only one who still wants to control me."
But then he started to slobber, "My master is so mighty."
Later, Hualu clashed with Fu Xian, who had unsheathed him three hundred years before him. The strong sword energy tore the veil of the woman in green. It saw the most compassionate eyes in the world. It heard its little master viciously threaten her, "I will kill you next time we meet."
Hualu expressed that he was very distressed. It was clear that the young master could not defeat the beautiful fairy by himself, but he still pretended to let her do it.
Hualu was used by the boy in Xuanyi to spear fish at the water's edge. It hummed in dissatisfaction, but its little master smiled openly.
"What? You like that little fairy too?"
Hualu gradually calmed down. The young man didn't know it yet, but he had exposed his thoughts. In the spring, the mountains were full of flowers.
Concept: Growth is a barrier formed by love and regret