This Sword Immortal Thirteen

Every passionate little kid may have dreams of being a fairy, holding beautiful wooden sticks, ice sticks, strange stones... When I was a child, I always had a dream that was unique to me, and a sword that was unique to me. When you grow up, you may wake up from the dream, and you may not be able to find the sword. But a kid is still a kid. As long as his heart doesn't die, he still has a sword in his heart. Life is full of hardships, the sword is sharp, it can kill evil spirits, and help the poor and weak. The little kid eventually grows into a sword in his own world. Xia. The setting sun carries residual warmth, the countryside carries the fragrance of rice, that person and that dog that year. "Ah Shuang, come and return the sword!"