Is Master Beauty crying today?

He is Cang Lan who joined at the age of 17.

He was born in the country where the moon shines on the red tassels, and his life was humble since he was a child. He overcame his parents to death. He spent the past ten years in a daze. Where, so as not to freeze to death in the street.

Looking at the sky at that time, it was always dark and gloomy, without a ray of light, and the daily life was boundless and boring.

It is common for him to eat wild vegetables on the side of the road and fight with wild dogs for food. He has also been a beggar for a long time. Because he is silent and talks less, he is not welcome, and he is often targeted among beggars.

I don't know how many times he was beaten, and every year he got chilblains on his hands and feet, and when he was scratched, blood flowed out, and scabs formed repeatedly, but because of his physical problems, these scars hardly left any traces.

After surviving the first 15 years of his life, the later days got better, nothing more than that. At that time, the Shen family was still in power, and the third prince pardoned the world.

Exempt from corvee, frivolous tax, good at giving porridge, there are tens of thousands of mansions in the world, and they will shelter the poor in the world.

At that time, everyone was praising the third prince. The third prince was the direct son of Empress Yuezhao. His surname was Shen.

He is illiterate, but he remembers this person's name very clearly, and he repeatedly draws it in his frozen palm every day. It is this person who keeps him from sleeping on the street.

At that time, he could get porridge every day, and he could live in a house with eaves. Because he was young, he could get a paper candy every day.

He saved hundreds of candies, but he didn't want to eat any of them, so he saved them all.

That person's little bit of goodwill gathered mountains, rivers and rivers, allowing him to rely on the wind and rain in the mortal world, and he didn't have to try his best every day to live on.

He walked the streets of Yuezhao Mengzhou countless times, thinking that if one day he could meet that person, it would be great.

It is rumored that the third prince was born with incomparable beauty, gentle and tolerant personality, who is the dream lover of many Mengzhou women, and is an existence of incomparable beauty.

However, God did not favor him, he never met that person.

Later, the Shen family did not stay in the dynasty for a long time, the regime changed in less than two years, the previous dynasty fell, the third prince no longer involved in the dust, and went to Canglan with the immortal.

He didn't have any goals, and he didn't know how to live in the future after living for more than ten years.But at that moment, perhaps because he was looking forward to seeing that person on the side of the street countless times, or because the oil paper candies he had saved for a long time were filled with bottles, he had the idea of ​​following that person to Canglan.

That night he chewed a can of oil paper candy, remembering the sweet taste in his mouth, and the next day, he set out on the road with half a cake and a broken bowl on his back.

I don't know if he can pass the test of the fairy gate...but he wants to give it a try.

After arriving in Canglan, fortunately, he barely passed the test. At the same time, he heard that the person directly entered the master's sect, and created a finger peak in Canglan.

The journey of cultivating immortals is long, and their age is comparable to that of ordinary people. As their cultivation level improves, their age will only get older and their facial changes will become less and less obvious.

He stayed in Canglan's outer sect for several years, and heard that that person became famous in the Sifeng general election, and enjoyed a reputation in fourteen states, and the name of Canglan's number one beauty moved the world.

And he, even though he entered Canglan with poor qualifications, he was still in the outer sect after staying for several years.

Never met that person...not only was there no chance...but he was not qualified at all.

However, he has always decided to do something and will not give up easily. He has entered the fairy gate and started to practice hard. No matter how hard it is, he will persevere.

His life in the outer sect was not easy, he was withdrawn and talked less, and he rarely communicated with his fellow sects. Over time, he became the isolated one among the crowd.

He practiced sword during the day and practiced sword at night, and only slept two hours a day. Even so, he was still far behind those disciples.

If you really can't take it anymore, you can go to the back mountain to stay alone, and have a quiet rest by yourself for a while, to see Canglan Yunjuan Yunshu's misty cloud posture and the bright moon thousands of miles away.

After the rest, I will continue to practice swords. Sometimes I will practice calligraphy on the spiritual wood there. If I am happy, I will write Shenzi, if I am not happy, I will write Quzi, and if I am not happy, I will write Fengzi.

Because at that time he only knew these three characters, and he did not know how many Shen Fengqu he had written in a year, but fortunately, the spirit wood would recover to its original state every night, so no one would find out.

That day, he was carving words on the spirit wood as usual, but at some point there was a figure beside him, and a clear and pleasant voice came, "You carved this word?"

He turned around and faced an ordinary and unforgettable face. The man's figure was like jade, there seemed to be a gentle smile in his eyes, and his melodious voice made people feel a little dazed.

That face does not match the voice and posture, and it feels a little out of place.

He has always been taciturn and doesn't speak much, but when someone asks him a question, he will still answer it.

After saying the answer, the man asked him again, "Do you like Peak Master Shen?"

It's not like liking it, but gratitude is more, he said, "I don't like it, I can only write these three words."

This sounds a bit contradictory. You can only write these three words, but you still say you don't like it?

But the man didn't say anything, and quickly disappeared.

This is just a small episode in his life. He continues to practice sword every day, and sits on the back mountain to carve letters, sun and rain, rain or shine.

The sword is not well practiced, but after eating, he can carve a heavy character.

Be deceived by fellow disciples and fall into danger, survived, engraved with a heavy character.

When it rains, the chilblain hurts, but the scar is not visible, and the word "wind" is engraved.

I went out to help my fellow disciples complete the task of fertilizing the spirit grass. Although it was dirty, I got two low-grade spirit stones from them, engraved with a heavy character.

Whenever there is a little breakthrough in cultivation, it will always be restricted by invisible forces, and a word "qu" will be engraved.

Although sometimes in a bad mood, but most of the time, he is very contented.

In Canglan, at least most of the time, he can have enough food, a place to live, and he can also learn swordsmanship along with him.It doesn't matter if you don't have talent, he firmly believes that hard work can make up for one's weakness.

At the same time, he can't slack off for a moment, and must continue to work hard, ten times and a hundred times harder than others.

After a while, the man appeared again and asked him what the different meanings of the three characters engraved were.

"Shen means happy? Qu means unhappy? Feng means dull?"

He was silent for a while, and said "hmm". He was not happy to be guessed by the man, so he ignored the man and continued to practice swords.

The man came here often after that, he didn't know the identity of the man, he guessed which elder's disciple under the peak he should be.

The man didn't have any malice towards him, so he didn't care that much. The two seemed to maintain a delicate balance in the back mountain.

He has been practicing swords, and sometimes he reads some spells, but he doesn't know the characters, and the elders don't teach them, so he can only read them repeatedly.

The man is often sleeping at the side, not knowing what to do, he seems to use the back mountain as a place to rest, and looks lazy all day long.

Occasionally came over to give him some pointers, and he would feel much more relaxed if he did what the man said. He thanked the man, and the man smiled and said it was okay.

This kind of practice, there will always be times when he can't hold on and collapses. When he came back from outside training that day, he took some injuries and didn't take it seriously. Anyway, it will heal automatically, so he continued to go to the back mountain with the sword.

It was cool in late autumn, and there was heavy rain in the sky. He often came on rainy days, but he was not as dizzy as that day. The rain blurred his vision, and it was a bit laborious to raise his arms and swords.

When he finally fell down, his sight was a little out of focus, and he could only see a figure in the distance.

Fortunately, someone discovered... Otherwise, he might have died alone in the back mountain without anyone knowing.

When he woke up again, he was in a warm room, and a clear voice came from beside him, "Are you awake?"

He looked along, and it was the man in the back mountain who saved him.

It was still raining outside, and the man's room was very warm. He looked at him and said, "I don't know how serious your injuries are, so you still go out to practice swords?"

The man sighed, seemed to have thought of something, said something in a low voice, and then said to him, "Your physique seems to be a little special, the injury is actually not healed, but it will be hidden, and remember to go out when it doesn't hurt, otherwise you will just go out." It's going to get worse."

As he said that, a cluster of white light emerged from the man's fingertips, and he lifted his quilt.

He looked down and saw that the old wounds on his body were all rotten, some were black and rotten on the skin and flesh, when he touched it lightly, the pain felt like gouging out with a knife, as if it had been rotten deep into the bone marrow.

"I've already given you medicine, don't touch it, it should be fine in a few days, don't practice swords these days."

The man's voice came, and he looked along, a little at a loss, the corners of his lips were slightly tense, it was the first time someone showed him such kindness, and he didn't know how to reply.

It should be thanks, after a long time, he said "thank you" softly.

The man frowned, looked at him and said, "You're such a fun kid, I've never seen you so shy."

"You don't need to thank me...you carve my name on the spirit wood day and night, even a stone will be influenced by you."

When he heard the name, he didn't react for a while, and then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, his emotions were rarely restrained, and his voice was hoarse, "You are...Senior Shen?"

Clenching the quilt tightly with his fingertips, with a little caution, he looked at the injuries all over his body again, feeling a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it for so long...it turned out that I met him a long time ago, but I didn't know...what would this person think...whether he would look down on him.

After all, some of these injuries were caused by someone hitting him at first glance, and he was obviously dull in his sword practice, and he couldn't read a few words... He couldn't speak, he was really a stupid waste.

The man didn't care about this at all, his eyes were bright, "Why? Do you think I'm the number one beauty in the rumors, and I don't match my appearance?"

Before he could answer, the man whispered, "The number one beauty is not talking about me, I am actually ordinary, but my brother."

"Jiang Fei is truly stunning."

He thought to himself that he didn't care about his appearance, and this person saved him again. His fingertips tensed slightly, and he felt a little anxious, but he didn't feel unworthy. No matter what it looks like, it looks good in my heart.”

The man tilted his head and smiled, his eyes turned into crescent moons, "If you didn't say it in a serious way, I would have thought you were thinking about me."

He stopped talking again, he didn't know how to get along with people, and his temper was dull, so he said after a while, "I have absolutely no wrong thoughts about Senior Shen."

At least, not back then.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-0421:30:32~2020-10-0520:52:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: sacrifice 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mowangxian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!