The Origin of the Sword

I sell wine in the world of mortals, but things in the world always come to my door. My name is Li Jiuxuan, a tavern boy in Liangzhou City who loves to sleep and fears trouble. All I want in life is that the shopkeeper can't afford the salary and there will always be meat on the stove. Until that day, I casually knocked away the horse whip of the princess of the Western Regions with a fire stick, caught the Buddhist genius's finger with a rag, and in the backyard, broke the three-foot green blade of the disciple of the contemporary swordsman with a water pole. Only then did they discover to their horror that the rise and fall of my wrist when I wiped the table coincided with the lost sword code; the trajectory of the bamboo broom when I swept the floor concealed the formation diagram of Zhu Xian. I'm lazy, not really lazy, it's just that there is nothing worthy of me opening my eyes and drawing my sword in this world. Today, the Nine Saints are fishing all over the world, and dragons and snakes are rising from all over the world. The mysterious old fisherman forced me to have a rusty iron sword, the graceful princess gritted her teeth and wanted to discuss my merits with me, the cold fairy made a bet and asked me to discuss swords for a period of time... Whatever. Now that the destiny has arrived, the sword should be unsheathed. With this sword, I will meet the heroes of the world for a while, ask about the truth of the world, and protect the smoke and lights. ——This is the story of a young man who just wants to lie down and is forced to use his sword to reason with the whole world.