Let's Start the Sword Fight!

Qi Wu is dead. Die in the snow, die under a broken sword, the last thought before death is - I will protect them in the next life. Then she opened her eyes. Five years old, beside the duck pen, the master is walking towards her. "... This time," she clenched her fists and spoke very softly, "no one can touch them." The master was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Silly boy." --- Later she discovered that a lot of things needed to be done to protect them. For example, making deals with those who lick blood at the edge of a knife in a secret village, using a short knife and a pair of cold eyes to squeeze out their secrets one by one. For example, the sickly second lady of a high-ranking government office in the capital pretended to be sick during the day, climbed over the wall at night, and wrote down the ins and outs of those high-ranking officials one by one. For example, on a moonlit night, on the roof of Fang Mansion, she met the person who died for her in her previous life. He opened the window and looked up at her with a smile on his lips. "Still up so late?" Qi Wu looked at him, looked into his light brown eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only hold back one sentence: "Passing by." He nodded and stepped aside: "Come in and have a cup of tea?" Qi Wu looked at him for a long time. "... Okay." --- Later someone asked her: What do you want in your life? Qi Wu thought for a while. "Master Tu can always sit on the porch and bask in the sun, Tu Qiyao can always bleat and cook eggs, Tu Chenji can always pull my sleeve and ask for sweets, and Tulin Yixiu can always lean on the door frame and read a book." There was a pause. "I hope that person can always stand by my side." Fang Weizhi was listening and suddenly laughed. "Has the picture arrived?" Qi Wu glanced at him, and the corners of his lips curved. "Making a picture." Intention: Make progress every day