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Your name is Liu Qingge, and you live and you die by a sword
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you got that name after pulling out a sword at the too-young age of 14.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a young man with anger in his stance and fear in his eyes charging at you with a newly named sword.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a sword glare narrowly missing your neck as you turn back to glare at the man standing on the opposite side of the clearing.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're mindlessly hitting stone with the full force of your blows as the cave walls loom over you.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a man screaming your name with anguish as he runs you through with the same blade you've fought so many times before.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a man with a familiar sword by his side, and an unfamiliar look in his eyes as he asks you if you're alright.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're watching the demonic army scream in fear as they try to avoid the sword glares falling from the sky.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're looking at your former rival slowly collecting sword shards off the ground, not noticing the way they cut into his skin, leaving red lines running down his fingers.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're chasing down sowers you will wish you cut down instead by the time the sun sets the next day.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're forcing your sword to fly as fast as it can to save the man you've come to care for through all those hours spent at the bamboo house together.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you're shrugging off Mu Qingfang's warnings as you pick up your blade and get ready for another long day of fighting to retrieve the corpse of your closest companion.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a man with rage in his stance and a lack of life in his eyes, charging at you with a sword radiating malice and insanity.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and there's a sword sticking out of your chest as those same eyes fill with life-shaking panic while your body slowly starts tilting towards the palace ground.
Your name is Liu Qingge, and you wake up and ignore Mu Qingfang's warnings as you drag your still recovering body back towards the place where an unfeeling beast guards a treasure waiting to be buried beneath the ground.
Your name is Liu Qingge, there's a sword in your hand, and a man glaring/screaming/pleading/smiling at you as he reaches/swings/runs/strikes a sword down towards your face/neck/chest, and you can feel the blood falling/flowing/stopping as he heals/wounds/lands a killing blow while the unfeeling cave walls silently loom over you both.
Your name is Liu Qingge, you got that name after pulling out a sword at the too-young age of 14, and you'll live, and you'll die by a sword.