A Short Biography of Immortals Cultivating Mortals

He took five steps forward and suddenly drew his sword. The sword energy met the moonlight, cold and sad. He turned his wrist slightly, sword flowers suddenly appeared, and the man and the sword danced in the air. The courtyard is deep and has no curtains. In this huge space, there is only one sword and one person. What a lonely sword, what a lonely person! "Junior sister! There is also a moon in the distance. Is the moonlight there brighter than here?" "Xiang Qu! There is someone under the moon. Is that person's heart gentler than mine?" "Those who left, you also know that you made a promise. Since you can't keep it, why did you take it so seriously in the first place?" There was silence all around, and the sword dancer pondered, and the crystal tears fell quietly to the ground, suddenly raising a pool of dust...