After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost edge has never been tested; the sword has been properly worn, and the rivers and lakes are at hand when you go out; the swordsmanship has been mastered, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon; the sword is a thousand miles away, and once you leave me, you will come back again; the house is full of flowers Drunk three thousand guests, one sword is frosty and cold fourteen states; Thousands of roads; years, time, reincarnation, life and death, heaven, and the road; can the enemy beat my sword?... Sword repair, forever god!