Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"Dad! Dad!" The brisk and energetic voice, like a cheerful little bird, came from afar. Then, there was a loud "bang" and the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Yuanbao! Come here and let your brother see you!" A gentle smile broke out on Xie Yuchen's face, and his star-like eyes were sparkling with joy.

Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling on the side also smiled and looked towards the door. When the three heard the familiar voice, they tacitly stopped chatting. At this moment, their eyes were all focused on the figure who rushed in, and their eyes were full of endless doting.

He looked at Xie Yuchen in the water mirror with excitement, and chattered like a machine gun: "Brother Xiaohua, we have just completed a super awesome monster-hunting mission! The monster we encountered this time was very cunning, but in the end, I and other friends managed to subdue it successfully!" As he spoke, he also danced and gestured, as if he wanted to vividly present the entire battle scene to everyone.

Hua Yu smiled and took the comb from Zhang Qiling, and gently combed Zhuo Yichen's hair, which was a little messy because of running all the way. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was protecting an invaluable treasure.

"We have just finished such a hard new mission, so we need to relax and take a rest. Yuanbao, tell Dad, is there anything you want to get? Or is there any place you want to go?"

"Father, I heard from Zhao Yuanzhou that the starry sea in the Great Wilderness is very beautiful. I want to go and see if it is as beautiful as he said. Also, the monsters in the Great Wilderness are too bored. Can I teach them how to grow herbs? In this way, my brother Yuanzheng will have a fixed supply of top-quality medicinal materials to use in the future. And..."

Hua Yu, Xie Yuchen and Zhang Qiling just watched Zhuo Yichen talking there alone. They smiled and nodded, and did not refute any of Zhuo Yichen's requests.

"Dad, didn't I send a few silver fox skins over before? Have you made clothes for Yuanbao?" Xie Yuchen suddenly remembered the silver fox skins that his subordinates had sent him some time ago. They were shiny and smooth to the touch, and they sparkled with a strange light in the sun.

Hua Yu had someone make clothes and a cloak a long time ago. "It's already been made. The clothes are for Yuanbao, and the cloak is for Yuanzheng." Just as she finished speaking, a servant came over with the clothes.

"That's perfect. Yuanbao is here. Come and try on the new clothes. The cold wind will blow in a few days, and it will be time to wear them. Try them on now to see if they fit. If there is anything wrong, I can have someone make them alterations." Hua Yu took the clothes and tried them on Zhuo Yichen.

When Zhao Yuanzhou came over, Zhuo Yichen was showing off his new clothes, "Hey! Where did this delicate young man come from?"

She was wearing a tea-white cloak with a dark flowery cloud pattern and cranes. Her long hair, which had originally been standing up high, was let down and braided into a loose braid with small white pompoms. The small jewel hairpins on both sides of her temples were also replaced with small pendants.

Zhao Yuanzhou seemed to hear the sound of wind chimes in the distance.

He still remembered that day was Zhuo Yichen's coming-of-age day. He waited for his redemption in his courtyard. He said, "The day my father and brother became demon collectors, they thought they would die at the hands of demons. It would be a happy life if they died of old age, but most demon collectors are proud to die at the hands of demons."

Zhao Yuanzhou remembered how hot the cup of tea was when it was stuffed into his hand, but he was reluctant to let go.

"Because dying at the hands of monsters means that the world at that time was under attack by evil monsters, they died for their homes and families. So dying at the hands of monsters was a glorious death for them."

"There are good and bad demon collectors, just like demons, there are good and bad ones. We cannot implicate the entire human race just because one person is evil, nor can we generalize that all demons are evil just because one demon is evil."

"At least I know that before my father died, his greatest wish was that my brother and I would be safe and sound, and before my brother died, his greatest wish was that I would be safe and sound!"

Zhao Yuanzhou looked at Zhuo Yichen, who turned his head with red eyes and tears in his eyes, "Obviously, the Zhuo family is the descendant of the Bingyi tribe, and their greatest wish should be to punish the good and eliminate the evil, and bring peace to the world. But my father and brother's wish before they died was that I - be safe and sound!"

"Zhao Yuanzhou, you are a great demon from the Great Wilderness, you have lived for more than 30,000 years, and you have a lot of rage in your hands. If you really use all your strength, I don't think my father and brother will be able to stop you.

But they still blocked your steps forward, not because they had done it and became the hero that everyone talked about, but because the kindness in your heart that was suppressed by your anger saved the world that they were willing to protect at all costs. "

Zhuo Yichen lowered his head and let the tears quietly drip onto his hands. "Later, my father told me that there are no monsters or people born evil in this world. They just experienced evil thoughts that ordinary people cannot imagine, so they fell into the path of self-destruction."

“Violence is a disaster no matter who uses it. However, if the person using the force is good, then it can naturally be used for good; if the person using the force is evil, then it can naturally be used for evil.”

"In fact, no one is right or wrong, everything is destined. Just like what is written in the storybook, the ending is always happy. But we don't live in the storybook, loss and regret are real."

Zhuo Yichen looked at the stunned Zhao Yuanzhou, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Zhao Yuanzhou! Zhao Yuanzhou?" Zhuo Yichen looked at Zhao Yuanzhou who ignored him after calling him several times, turned his head and smiled, "Dad, he's stupid!"

"Zhuo Xiaochen! What do you mean I'm stupid? You are the stupid one!" When Zhao Yuanzhou came to his senses, he heard Zhuo Yichen say that he was stupid, a fool.

Hua Yu looked at Zhao Yuanzhou and patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder, "Brother, Yuanbao hasn't been around recently, go check if his swordsmanship has deteriorated."

Zhang Qiling knew that Hua Yu had something to say to Zhao Yuanzhou, so he dragged the reluctant Zhuo Yichen to the training ground in the back mountain.

"Brother Ling! I just put on this clothes and I don't want to get it dirty. Can we practice next time?" Hua Yu could imagine Zhuo Yichen's coquettish look.

"Zhao Yuanzhou, do you know why I kept you here?" Hua Yu changed her kind look in front of Zhuo Yichen just now.

"I know. I admit my mistake. I will accept any punishment and I will do my best to make it up to those people." Zhao Yuanzhou knelt in front of Hua Yu.

"But the mistake you made is too big. It doesn't mean that people will forgive you if you make amends." Hua Yu sneered at Zhao Yuanzhou who said he wanted to make amends. "Whose sons were they when you lost control and killed them twice? Whose husbands? Whose fathers? Can you pay for it?"

"I am a demon, or a big demon with evil spirit. I can live as long as the sky. If ten years can't pay it off, then a hundred years will do. If a hundred years can't pay it off, then a thousand years will do. If a thousand years still can't pay it off, then I will live for generations. One day, God will have mercy on me and let me pay off my sins!" Zhao Yuanzhou's sonorous and powerful voice pierced Hua Yu's ears.

For a moment, Hua Yu saw an old friend through Zhao Yuanzhou. That person also said similar words, but it was not about paying off the debt, but about rising up in resistance!

"I believe that there will be a day when our descendants will straighten their backs and stand up. Maybe I won't see it, and maybe my son won't see it either, but what about my grandchildren? What about the millions of ordinary people behind me? Someone will eventually see the world for me, and see the beautiful mountains and rivers for me and us!"

That person had no face. He was just a collection of strange yet familiar figures, a person wearing a red cloak.