Typewriter becomes a daily practice

Exhaustion is a pain that only those who have experienced it can understand.

Once my mind was full of pictures, overnight, it was full of noise, and in an instant it was full of white, as if everything I thought of was like a Nankeyi dream I had, and when I woke up, there was nothing.

King Shan still remembered that when he was a child, he practiced with his master while traveling the rivers and lakes. There are many sects, big and small, in the world of cultivation. His master is just a casual cultivator, who has accumulated some wealth through hard work, and he prefers to have good experience.

This world is sometimes cruel and terrifying, and kindness is sometimes cruel and malicious to oneself. Master once had a dream of being a hero. Although the cultivation world respects strength, it also means that there are weak people. Protect the weak one, protect mortals without cultivation talent, protect monks whose cultivation level has been destroyed, protect...

Although the master did not join any big sect, he was also a good seedling who was cultivated by the sect in the small sect that he grew up. Later, the head of the small sect with the highest cultivation level, Jindan Dzogchen, failed to break through Yuanying, and finally passed away. The elders in the school abducted the good things in the sect and ran away, and dozens of disciples who did not reach the foundation establishment period ended up as casual cultivators and went their separate ways.

From then on, the master began to work hard to be his hero. The master's cultivation base is not high, but he is smart enough, and he has some strange skills. a woman.

There are no truly innocent women in the realm of comprehension, but the master believed it, and believed the story that the pregnant woman told softly when she was crying until the pear blossoms were raining.

"I am originally a branch of a small family. Although I am a branch, because my father has the talent of dual spiritual roots, I have always lived well. Not to mention having attendants to accompany me, I have no worries about food and clothing. I have a childhood sweetheart with me. I have made a baby kiss, and my affection is very strong."

"He and I don't have high talents, but we don't have the four spiritual roots, let alone the luck to enter the Tao with our own talents. We just want to rely on the protection of our family to live a peaceful life."

"So when he and I practiced Qi Dao Consummation, we became Taoist couples and lived a happy life, but unexpectedly, my father's enemy when he was out training came to the door. At that time, I was pregnant. Pregnant, my husband wants to protect me."

"It went like this for a while... In order not to provoke the enemy, the family removed our name and drove us out of the house. My parents parted ways with me in order to protect me and the child in my belly. As a result, I met a robber. For a while I ended up penniless and homeless..."

The master naturally believed it, and because the woman was pregnant, he bought good spiritual food and pills for the little money he had saved. Finally, when the master came back one day, the woman was gone, the spirit stone was gone, and the storage bag was gone. Gone, only one baby remained, and that baby was his only apprentice.

When King Shanda heard what his master said about the past, he thought that the master was really stupid. Even though the woman was his biological mother, he didn't believe a word of it. He was not a good person.

The master is a really kind person. He always helps first when he meets someone who needs help. Only when he is deceived does he know that others have malicious intentions. Once the master was deceived and lost all the spirit stones. The king of the mountain starved for five days in a row. His stomach ached from hunger, so he asked his master, "You have been cheated so many times, why don't you have a better memory?"

The master first bought him some food from the spirit stones he earned from working as a waiter in the shop for a few days, then he pursed his lips, his wrinkled eyes were clear and clear: "If everyone has a long memory, when someone calls for help Let’s identify it first, and then save people, what if it’s too late?”

At that time, the King of the Mountain was gnawing on the ordinary steamed buns without any spiritual energy, and he didn't say anything. He didn't agree with this in his heart, but he knew that if he refuted it, he would be lectured by the master.

The King of the Mountain went to many places with his master, met many people, and encountered many monsters and monsters, some good and some bad, and most of them were people who were indifferent to strangers. The master said that he wanted to be a hero , you don’t need to be famous, as long as you are worthy of yourself.

The master who is worthy of himself obviously has a good talent, but because he doesn't have enough spirit stones to satisfy his cultivation, his cultivation has stagnated, but because he wandered around with the master and wrote down what he saw and heard. Be careful to enter the Tao with literature, and your cultivation base is still so-so.

After he entered Taoism with literature, he was once driven away by his master: "You are already so old, you are already a Taoist, so don't mess around with me, an old man."

How could he leave the foolish old man alone, but when he got to a certain place, the master said he was going to see an old friend, but he didn't come back for a long time after seeing him. He knew that the master was afraid of delaying him, so he left by himself.

He is not a good man, but a man with a conscience. He wrote a book, all of which are letters to his masters. The letters are all about the things they have experienced, good things and bad things.

At the end of each letter, he will carefully describe the master's appearance, grooming, walking posture and other small habits, and then attach his own sound transmission charm at the end, hoping that those who read his letter can help him find the master.

Finally he found it. When he found it, the master had only one breath left. The master had just done a heroic deed, saving a group of children who were almost captured as furnaces, but the master escaped for their lives. With the forbidden technique, nearly one life was lost at once.

There is no panacea for the poor master, he is a little richer than the master, but he can't afford the medicine that can cure the master's body, he writes the article, and at the same time he uses the manuscript fee to treat the master's illness, the master has no energy to be a hero, and he turns back every day Read the letters he wrote over and over again.

"When I'm nervous, how can I walk in the horoscope, how imposing it is, you are talking nonsense."

"You silly apprentice, my favorite is bean paste stuffed balls, not sesame stuffed balls, there is a huge difference between the two!"

It was a very ordinary afternoon, sunny weather, with a slight cool breeze, he was holding the newly released Fuyuan Pill that he had just bought at the pharmacy, and he saw the master lying on the recliner, half-closed his eyes Seeing him walk in, he has a somewhat satisfied expression. This is a rare appearance for a master. The master is always very busy, busy saving people, busy helping people, busy saving spirits and monsters.

The master waved to him, and he walked over quickly: "It's time for you to bask in the sun like this. Here, this is for you. It's newly refined by the medicine school. I heard that the effect of cultivating the essence and strengthening the foundation is very good."

"You can keep it for yourself," the master waved his hand. After he hurt his root, he was really getting old day by day, his temples were gray, and his face had wrinkles after another. "I know it in my heart. I'll take the medicine for nothing, don't waste your spirit stone."

He tightened his fists hanging by his legs, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "You can still joke this time, how can medicine be taken for nothing, it will be useful to some extent, I have spirit stones, I am not like you , I have saved a lot!"

"You're not like me, it's fine," the master coughed twice, "Don't panic, take it easy, silly apprentice, after today, you don't have to worry about me, a bad old man."

The master held his hand, which was full of calluses, so rough that it didn't look like a monk at all: "I, in this life, I am worthy of everyone I have met, and I am also worthy of myself."

"The only one who wants to say sorry may be you. There is one thing that I have never told you."

"That's when I met your mother when we were in Shatang Town. You were still young and she wanted to take you away, but I disagreed and kept you."

His eyes were red, and he half-kneeled on the ground: "I know, I have seen it all the time! You thought I was asleep that day, but I was actually awake."

So he saw how the woman named his mother blackmailed the master lightly: "If you want to keep that brat, it's fine, two middle-grade spirit stones."

That was the only time in his memory that his master got angry and beat a woman: "That's your own child! You don't want him! I want him!"

"I thought you played well at that time! I also thought that if you really let me go with that woman, I will come back to find you. I have no father or mother. I only have a master. I recognize you." He cried, he has cried many times, this time he cried the ugliest since he was a child.

"Stinky boy, you," the master reached out and stroked his hair, "after I leave, don't be a hero like me, don't learn from me, leave yourself a way out, be nice to yourself, don't want anyone I believe that, when things happen, be more careful, you have to admit death, you are like me, you are too stubborn, sometimes you should be soft, you should be soft, don't suffer..."

"Master, I have done the most hero-like thing in my life, and it is also the most right thing. It is to raise you. You are the best child I have ever seen."

After speaking, the master smiled and closed his eyes, never opening them again.

During that time, he wrote a lot of articles like crazy, forgetting to sleep and eat, until one day, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Master, we have stayed here for a long time, shall we go to the next place?"

The room was quiet until his pen fell to the ground and made a sound that made his heart skip a beat. So far, he could no longer write.

The author has something to say:

Thank you, little cuties, for your comfort yesterday, and your daily comparisons!

【small theater】

King of the Mountain: Don't I even have a name?

Fat female cultivator: What a coincidence, me too. I am just a fat female cultivator with dreams and talents.

Protagonist: Don’t even think about it, I don’t even have one!

Cited: Hehehe, Huan'er and I have both!

King of the Mountain & Fat Nvxiu & Protagonist: It's amazing to have a partner!