Immortal Immortal, Half Pastry

"Ninety thousand broken swords were buried in the Kunlun Ruins Sword Tomb. Each sword was chopped by the Immortal Lord and shattered across the galaxy, but it could not protect half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake." When Chen was squatting at the foot of the mountain whittling a wooden sword, the little girl Anian kept chasing him and asked: "Grandpa, are the swords in your sword tomb crying?" Now A-Nian picked up the fragment of the green sword and saw the woman in white smiling at him: "When I come back, I will cut wood for you to play with." The wind passed by the sword tomb, and ninety thousand broken swords suddenly screamed in unison. He touched the word "Yue Zheng" on the sword, rubbed the half piece of dried cake with his fingertips, and said nothing. After waiting for hundreds of millions of years, it's not short of this lifetime.