Apprentice, he just doesn't take medicine

The grievances between Yujian Villa and Dongling Jiange have to be traced back to 1000 years ago. At that time, the two ways of good and evil were not yet so clear, and the various sects only had conflicts of interests and no camps.This means that even if the powerful sect did something cruel, no one would condemn it.

At any time, swordsmiths are extremely popular professions among monks. However, focusing on forging must cause them to have no time to practice martial arts.Therefore, although Yujian Villa is the strongest sect in the south, the combatants who are really available are all foreign guests.

Only relying on the spirit sword to attract guests could not make Yujian Villa feel at ease. One day, the owner of the villa accidentally obtained a volume of ancient exercises.

Even ordinary people, as long as they practice according to this method, they can eventually become powerful monks.It's just that the cultivation methods recorded in this volume are comparable to torture, and they want to erase human's emotions and desires.

Even if one obtains the cultivation base, there is no point in being accompanied by pain for a lifetime, Yujian Villa naturally does not want the Yun clan to cultivate like this.

Therefore, they made a decision—to gather young men with ordinary qualifications and force them to practice according to this method. Once they have achieved success in cultivation, they will wash away their spiritual wisdom and use the casting method to refine them into human-shaped weapons that guard Yujian Villa.

This is the soldier plan of Yujian Villa. There are countless people in the world who have no chance to cultivate immortals because of their aptitude. When they get such an opportunity, they naturally flock to them. Soon they gathered 300 people.

Before the young man named Feng Yi stepped into the gate of Yujian Villa, his heart was full of hope for the world of cultivating immortals. He still remembered that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he ate that day was the sweetest taste in his life.It's a pity that when he left this door, he had already lost his sense of taste, and he didn't recall what sweetness was like until he died.

With the gate closed, they were escorted into the underground secret passage in batches. It was an underground space like a prison. Ten people were locked in one place. There was only straw on the floor and a toilet. They couldn't even distinguish day from night. Only when people come can they see the fire.

Every morning, the master will lead them out to assign tasks, and only those who complete them will get food and water. If they have not been able to complete the training tasks, they will have to starve to death.

Feng Yi once saw with his own eyes a person who hadn't completed the task die in the compartment. Before he died, he knocked on the iron bars desperately. In the darkness, he could only hear the man screaming in pain. However, no one appeared until he died.

On the second day, the corpse was cleared out. The young man took a look from a distance by the light of the fire, and all that was left was scratches all over the floor, which meant that a person had lived here.

Dirty, selfish, and treating human life like nothing, this is the world of cultivating immortals that Feng Yi stepped into.

At first, the tasks assigned by the master were only physical work such as blacksmithing and casting. As their physique got better, the tasks became more and more cruel. Sometimes they were beaten to pieces, sometimes they were shuttled through the rain of knives and arrows, and they were even thrown into magma. If you don't escape before the shield disappears, you can only end up with nothing left...

Every day is a brush with death, everyone around you is an opponent competing for food, in order to survive, you can't trust anyone, you must kill all opponents.

Three years later, only 300 of the original 30 people remained, and half of them died of suicide.Their cells are no longer crowded, but their lives are permanently shrouded in darkness.

At that time, the teenager couldn't find the meaning of living, but just tried to survive in fear of death.When he was cut off half of his flesh and blood again, and returned to the prison cell almost like a skeleton, he was forced to take the best elixir in the world. Knowing that the next round of torture would be after his body recovered tomorrow, a thought flashed in his mind—— It is better to die in the sun than to live like this.

When he was out training once, when he pointed the dagger at his wrist and wanted to call it a day, a grass came into view.

It is a plant that has never been seen before. The leaves are slender and smooth like jasper, and the tip of the leaves is silvery like moonlight. The morning dew is wrapped between the leaves, which is very cute.The boy who hadn't drank water for a day couldn't help sending dewdrops into his mouth, which was a little bitter, like the taste of tears.

Somehow, the dagger fell to the ground. He dug out the grass and planted it in his cell with tiles.The dots of fluorescence on the tip of the leaf are the only light in Feng Yi's life.

He gave it half of the drinking water he won, telling himself that his life was still meaningful, and this grass needed him.When it withers, he will die.

In fact, what Feng Yi needs is just a reason to live. Fortunately, the grass has never withered after four seasons, and he also survived tenaciously to the end, becoming the strongest soldier.

The belated hope finally came. Civil strife broke out in Yujian Villa, and Feng Yi was robbed out of the cell by traitors.Before being given control drugs, he killed all the guards and master first. After 30 years, the world's first sword repairer finally stood freely under the sun.

The moment he left the cell holding his own grass, Feng Yi became a Nascent Soul. He was the strongest murder weapon refined by Yujian Villa, and easily killed all those who stood in his way.He didn't remember how long he had been killed, anyway, compared to training, these battles were too easy.

Finally, when he was awakened by a baby crying, he realized that he was holding the head of the owner of Yujian Villa in his hand.In front of him, the woman with the baby in her arms was full of horror, and he knew that it was the owner's son.

The cry of the child was hysterical, like the first person to starve to death in a prison.

Feng Yi still didn't swing his sword in the end. He once wanted to become a fairy, but now he only wants to be a human being, and a human will not kill a crying baby.

He said to the woman: "From then on, Yujian Villa will not kill anyone, and I will always watch you in Lingshan."

Feng Yi took away the exercise and killed all the monks who participated in the soldier plan.On the first day back to the world, he was covered in blood and ordered a table full of dishes. He obviously lost his sense of taste and smell, but he devoured it so much that he vomited several times. The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was almost stuffed to death by ordinary food .

Instead of going to see the trembling shop waiter, he poured the best tea in Fengyuan Mountain City on the green grass, smiled lightly at his only companion, "I survived, I'll give you a nice flowerpot tomorrow."

The man who hadn't smiled for 30 years suddenly smiled stiffly, and the green grass leaves still didn't respond, but he caressed the leaves lovingly as if facing a relative, with a glimmer of hope for the future in his eyes, "I don't know you What will the flowers look like?"

Feng Yi did not forget what he said, he lived in the Lingshan mountain range that was used for training, and soon took in a few more disciples, and built a sect called Dongling Sword Pavilion.They have no intention of ascending, and their only hobby is to meddle in their own business and rescue those who are trapped in darkness like themselves back to the world.

When Feng Yi was locked in the cell, no one rescued him, he found the light for himself, survived, and then decided to let himself be the last light for the helpless.

On the day of his death, he hung his coffin on the highest mountain wall of Canglang Peak, facing the direction of Yujian Villa. As he said in the past, he will always keep an eye on this sect.

"After the patriarch fell, he didn't bring any funeral objects, not even his own sword, but put the grass that never bloomed into the coffin."

This is the past that only the head of the Sword Pavilion of Dongling can know. The sword repair was originally just a weapon, and it was Feng Yi who made him a human.

Until now, Shen Fengyuan also thinks that Patriarch is the most remarkable monk in the world.It's a pity that when the grass finally became alive, the patriarch was no longer there.

Sighing helplessly to Shiying, the old master asked: "Tell me, can it bloom?"

"I don't remember anything before it took shape, including my own breed."

Shiying knows that the grass in the story should be himself, but he has no memory of before becoming a spirit at all. He only knows that his name is Shiying, and the past that has been watered has no traces.

Shen Fengyuan knew that he would react like this, and thought inwardly, luckily the patriarch didn't hear, otherwise he might be pissed off.

Dao understood the old grievances between Yujian Villa and Dongling Jiange, his eyes swept to the current Fengyuan Mountain City, and his tone was a little more helpless than before, "Our two sects are like this, no matter how many years have passed. It is impossible to live in harmony. Until 100 years ago, I accepted an apprentice who called himself Ku Yun..."

Shen Fengyuan's narration was still going on, but Gu Yusheng suddenly didn't want to listen to it. For some reason, when he heard about the past of the patriarch, he subconsciously wanted to touch the master's hand.Fortunately, rationality stopped such offensive behavior in time, and in the end he just gently tugged on Shiying's sleeve.

In a trance, phantoms also flashed in my mind.In the dark prison, the young man held the grass among the tiles and murmured to himself in a low voice: "In this world, only you belong to me. Just think that you may bloom tomorrow, and you can tell yourself that you have to live today." go down."

The fluorescence at the tip of the grass is faintly visible, and the boy's eyebrows and eyes are only vaguely outlined.

Even so, it was enough for Gu Yusheng to recognize that it was his own face that he would see in the bronze mirror every day.

The author has something to say: Gu Yusheng: Master, what do you think of Patriarch?

Shi Ying: The person who dug me out of the mountains, prevented me from basking in the sun, and used me as a desk lamp.

Gu Yusheng: Silently delete the account and retrieve the record.jpg