Is It True That Sword Repair Is Poor?

[The paralyzed miser's poor sword practice x Xianyu Lezi's fake young master] Pei Yingchu is a happy second-generation rich man who loves to play abstract games with netizens while petting cats. One day, he mistakenly entered a strange forum called [Fellow Taoist Mutual Aid Merit Hall], where everyone was cosplaying as monks, pretending to be serious and it was difficult to tell the real thing from the fake. "I'm really speechless. I finally found someone who I like and want to hook up with for dual cultivation, but the result is a ruthless idiot" "The enchantress of the Hehuan Sect disturbed my Taoist heart, and my master suggested that I abandon my wife and become a Taoist after marrying her, but I seem to be really tempted..." "Pretending to be a foundation-building monk, I went to the door of my crush, but the master is too slow. Is there any way to help him wake up as soon as possible?" "Recently, I always feel that the way my apprentice looks at me is not right. I would like to ask if you are a master, is it normal for master and apprentice to hug each other? "Fellow Taoists, who understands? Only after ten years of sleeping did I realize that it was my ancestor who was sleeping! Now I don't dare to go back to the sect. The spiritual stones are almost gone. What should I do? Waiting online! Urgent! ! ! … In the midst of the bloody emotional drama on the homepage where demons dance wildly, a clear post huddles in the corner and no one cares about it: "The metal element has a single spiritual root. A friend suggested learning swordsmanship. I was afraid of poverty when I was a child and didn't want to live a hard life without money. Let me ask you, brothers and sisters, is it true that sword cultivators are poor? Pei Yingchu was amused and replied casually: [Don't listen to their nonsense, today I have to correct the name of the sword! The sword cultivator's combat power is top notch. He doesn't need magic weapons or talismans. He can feed himself and support his whole family. There is nothing to spend money on. The money for sword maintenance can be earned back by just taking on a few tasks. I am a sword cultivator, extremely rich, and have lived in Dabieye (with pictures of the interior of my villa)] Two months later, someone knocked on the door of his Dabieye home. Zhu Yuan, who was so poor that he only had a sword left, thrust the sword in front of him expressionlessly. "You have to... Take responsibility." *It should be a sandy cookie, write something lighter for a change~ *Although you can't tell from the copywriting, this is a clichéd text about a real and fake young master wearing a book XD Intention: There is true love in the world.