Peach Wood Sword

"I love you, I'm a monster, but I love you."

-"Lolita"

Prologue

It was a world full of wind and rain.

The dead souls of the 43 roads gathered into the most vicious spirits, devouring like poisonous snakes, spitting out letters, greedily opening their huge salivating mouths, and biting towards the peaceful universe.

Faced with this enmity of unknown origin, all the alchemists on the mainland gathered around the crackling fire on a windy night, bid farewell to the peaceful era of rich clothes and fine food forever, sketched pictures on old parchment, and laid down defenses. war situation.

The group of dragons had no leader. Under the discussion of the crowd, a young and promising alchemist was launched, respected as a celestial master, and commanded a total of 43 mages in an attempt to turn the tide.

The young alchemist was tall and slender, with thick eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his thin body was wrapped in a purple cloak, like a somewhat frail youth.But once they look directly into his eyes, no matter who they are, they will tremble solidly——his bright black pupils are like alchemy braziers, as if there are two small vortexes hidden in it, which are deeply curled up. I'm going to go" desperate.

After all, the strength of the mainland is too weak.Wherever the evil spirits pass by, the flowers and plants will be uprooted, blood will flow across the oars, mourning will be everywhere, new ghosts will annoy the wronged old ghosts, and the sky will be dark.The young celestial master gritted his teeth, waved his flag, and made every step of the way. He switched to attacking and defending and merged to defend the city, resolutely not letting the enemy touch a blade of the base camp.

As time went by, the vicious spirit's resentment gathered sand and formed a tower, and its power increased dramatically like a snowball.

It was still a late night when the situation was tense, the Celestial Master took off his magic wristband and tiptoed into the inner room.Under the faint candlelight, he stared at the small body lying on the side quietly on the couch with breathless concentration, and the muscles on his face that had been tense all day gradually lost their armor, revealing an extremely gentle smile.

That was his only son, and his mother died unfortunately after giving birth to the little guy, leaving only the baby who was waiting to be fed to depend on him.The celestial master slowly bent down, and gently brushed the child's delicate cheeks with his fingertips covered with old calluses, stayed for a moment, then reluctantly took his fingers away, and immediately put on a resolute solemnity on his face, as if he was under the sun. In a second he was going to die.

He bowed his head in front of the old wooden table for a moment, walked around with his hands behind his back, and then called out a clock in the air with a snap of his fingers, and the hands pointed exactly to twelve o'clock.

Not daring to delay any longer, the Celestial Master threw back the cloak behind him, put on a mask he had never used before, and walked into the dark night.

Three days later, an unexpected change happened to all the alchemists. The evil spirits were defeated without a fight.The world returned to peace again, almost as fast as a snap of the fingers.

The whole country rejoiced, and everyone believed that it was the work of Tianshi. They talked a lot about the magic of Tianshi's "subduing the enemy without fighting". In front of the wooden house, the old emperor who wanted to overthrow the corpse and put him on the throne.

The door opened with a creak, and people saw Tianshi standing at the door with a helpless smile on his face.In his usual approachable manner, he dismissed the hot-blooded people and went home, then closed the door with his hands, lowered the cap of his cloak, leaned against the back of the door as if he was exhausted, and remained silent for a long time.

If anyone lifts his cloth cap at this moment, he will find a cloud of lingering black air lingering between his brows, which together with his complexion is frighteningly black.

The Alchemy Continent, which has just settled down, is not yet known, and the root of the disaster has long been buried in the victory.