Confuse the world every day

Mo Dian Cang, ink swims in the sea, and travels in a dragon.

When my mother was alive, I couldn't remember his appearance clearly. What I remembered was that she often hugged my Ranxi, and then told the stories in our names.

That is my only memory of home.

What happened after that was nothing more than ups and downs.

Even in Shimen, I never tasted that kind of warm and comfortable feeling again.

The days in Shimen are happy, learning and practicing swords with my younger brother.At that time, the master often suppressed his own power and secretly went down to see us.Ran Xi and I rely on ourselves being young and ignorant, and we often go around asking for this or that.Most of the ancestors were satisfied with a smile and no words, except for one thing.

piano.

The master has a qin, which has one more string than other people's qin.

I have studied Gongshang so naturally I want that radiant piano, but the master refused to give it to me no matter what.He just said: "Dian Cang, it's not for you, you can't take it away."

Every time I cried and made noises, the master could only smile wryly and had to give me other good things to make me happy.

Afterwards, Master's cultivation became higher and higher, gradually reducing the number of times he suppressed his cultivation.I didn't ask him why he didn't come for so long, he always said with a smile: "Dian Cang, Ran Xi has grown up, and the ancestor is also old."

Yeah, old.

Although the ancestor looked like a young man, the expression between his brows and eyes was already old.Afterwards, the ancestor ascended in the level immortal world, went to the upper immortal world, and never came down again.

What happened after that made me miserable.

My youthful vigor and Ran Xi's sword formation were extremely lethal. At that time, I didn't know what it meant to call a tree beautiful in the forest, and the wind would destroy it.The most painful three years were just the three years when I lost my arm. I lay alone in the bedroom, looking at the wood on the beams and counting the stars outside the window.The thing that makes me feel so unloved is that I struggle so much to even get out of bed.

Struggling like a fish out of water.

Year, year, year after year.

Effortlessly survive.

What is it if you don't just drag out an ignoble existence?So what if he kills the enemy?Can the humiliation of my broken arm and the hatred of my broken body disappear?

My severed arm has already grown back, leaving no spiritual power to cultivate and this disabled body.I am negative, I am tired, I only hope that one day I will be able to sleep in one sleep, let me be separated from the six realms of reincarnation, and I only hope that in my next life I will not have the pain of a broken arm or a crippled body.

The later days were muddled, I only remember that it was a heavy rain that day, Juegu's military advisor passed by Tianyuan Jianzong, and then he fell in love with our Uncle Po Yan, and wanted her to inherit the mantle of Juegu's military advisor.The uncle wanted to go at that time, I knew it, but she took a look and shook her head and refused to go.

My master Ming Yuan just opened his mouth, and then he just lowered his head, sent the military adviser off, and said nothing more.

My heart is cut like a knife.

Master has me as a useless disciple, so she can only drag her along.Not only that, but also implicated the teacher, uncle, uncle, all of them.

I staggered back to my bedroom and thought about it quietly for a day and a night. After that, I went out of the room. The first step was to go to the sword-casting platform of my junior brother Jun Moyan, and asked him to forge a spiritual weapon for me.And Master Uncle Po Yan just looked at me, then smiled and gave me all the Qimen Dunjia techniques in the book pavilion with tears in his eyes.

She only said one word.

"Dian Cang, don't give up. There is still us."

I laughed, for the first time in many years, so free and easy.

That night, Xiaoyan stole two plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and Ranxi came to me with the wine she had stolen.

At that time, I naively thought that the harshness of fate to me was nothing more than that.