Is Master Beauty crying today?

The man said softly, "I'm just kidding, you should take care of your injuries here first, these injuries may take some time to heal, don't take it seriously, and don't go out again on rainy days."

After finishing speaking, he left. He hesitated for a long time, with mixed emotions in his heart. Even if he met...he was still so downcast, unable to do anything.

This person is too kind, but now he is too weak, even if he remembers the kindness, he is unable to repay it.

He looked down at the rotting wound on his body, poked his fingertips on it, and the bone-eating pain came, making him extremely awake.

You have to become stronger... He hates the feeling of powerlessness, the pain is not unbearable, but after touching the warmth, he is unwilling to give up.

During that time, the man often came to see him, sometimes brought him some snacks, and sometimes brought him some scriptures, he couldn’t understand it, and he was embarrassed to say it, but he also seriously memorized all the pictures on it. Living.

He doesn't eat much snacks, and he doesn't dare to touch many things, they are too beautiful, and he is worried that after touching them, he will not be willing to go back to the days he didn't have before.

It was like being in contact with a man, such a warm and kind person, he delusionally immersed himself in this warmth all the time.

It shouldn't be...but he couldn't help it.

The man still found out that he was illiterate, but he didn't laugh at him, but would come over to teach him how to read in his spare time.

Those hands were beautiful, slender and well-defined, carved like cold jade, with light pink in the round nails, flipping the pages of the book with fingertips, teaching him to read and recognize sentences.

"It used to be difficult for the sea to be water, except that Wushan is not a cloud. This is a metaphor for love with the water of the sea and the cloud of Wushan..."

"This is your name, like walking on thin ice..."

He listened to every word very carefully, wrote it down, read and memorized it over and over again, and learned it very quickly.

When he recovered from his injury, he could almost read the words. He still had some difficulty reading the book, but after reading it a few times, he could probably understand the meaning.

When he recovered from his injury, he went back to the outer door. Before leaving, the man's fingertips landed on his shoulder, and he patted him lightly, but it seemed to have a weight of ten thousand.

"Cultivate hard, but you don't have to work too hard. With your hard work, there will be elders willing to accept you in the future."

Hearing this sentence, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, and couldn't help lowering his eyes.

He understood what he was expecting, and it was wishful thinking that he actually wanted this person to take him as his apprentice.

On the way back, he went down the mountain alone. This is the Yizhi Peak where the man lived. When he went down the mountain, he turned his head and glanced at a distance, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

His life became the same as usual again, going to the Jiange every day, going back, and then going to the back mountain to practice swords.

The man would still come over sometimes to watch him practice the sword, and sometimes he would stare at him for a long time with different emotions in his eyes.

As if looking at others through him.

He can't say that he hates this feeling, but he definitely doesn't like it. Occasionally, a man will come over to have a chat with him, and then he realizes that the man is looking at him.

"I admire you a little bit. You have survived such a difficult day. Unlike me, you just run away."

He didn't know what the man was talking about, but he sensed the depression in the man's tone, he thought about it, and gave the man an oiled paper candy.

He exchanged low-grade spirit stones for the sugar. He hadn't tasted it, but the taste should be the same, very sweet.

There seemed to be some surprise in the man's eyes, and he asked, "I exchanged it with Lingshi."

He gave a soft "huh".

"You usually don't have time to practice swords, and you still have time to accept tasks and get spirit stones?"

His hand holding the sword was slightly tight. In fact, it wasn't that he didn't have time...but that he couldn't take on most of the tasks.

He can't even kill the lowest level of monsters now, because he is too useless.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "There is a task of fertilizing the spirit grass, and my brother from the same sect will let me do it."

He himself felt embarrassed when he said it. This is the easiest task. Although it is very hard, he can only get two low-grade spirit stones every time he does it for a whole day, but it is the only one he can take.

The man didn't say anything, he was silent for a while, then smiled, "That's also very powerful, you have done something that many people don't want to do."

The voice was as clear and warm as ever, and when he heard it, he felt like a little light was jumping in his heart, and his mood improved a lot.

He let out a "hmm", and felt that the wound on his hand from fertilizing the spirit grass didn't hurt so much anymore.

In the following time, he maintained a delicate relationship with the man. The man often came to the back mountain, sometimes bringing him some small gifts, and even came to help him heal his injuries after he was bullied.

In the Jiange, many of the difficult tasks assigned by the elders were given to him by fellow sects. If they could not be completed in the end, and the elders held them accountable, he often refused to answer them indifferently. As a result, everyone was punished together.

Being punished together, those disciples felt resentful in their hearts, and often blocked him in the woods at the outer gate after the end.

He was used to being beaten, he didn't feel the pain, and he couldn't resist, so he did what they wanted until they stopped.

Those disciples would deliberately step on his old wounds and use fire spells to burn his frostbite. He couldn't see it himself, but those disciples who were more cultivated than him could see it.

He didn't want to cry out the pain, no matter how painful it was, he didn't want to make a sound, those disciples just didn't like it, they insisted on torturing him until he was willing to make a sound.

The wounds that happened just rotted away, and the scabs cracked again. Those disciples would drag him on the ground with ropes, his hands and feet would bleed, and his back would be soaked in blood. He still didn't want to make a sound.

Feeling disappointed, those disciples gave him a kick in the face, with contempt in their eyes, and the word "trash" was reflected in their eyes.

His face was in pain, his back seemed to be pierced with countless needles, his hands and feet were exhausted, his mouth was full of blood, and he saw a figure in the distance.

Not far away, the man was against the light, and the cold moonlight spilled all over the ground. The man's eyes fell on him, and he stood there for a long time.

At that moment, he didn't seem to feel any physical pain, but his chest was heavy, and his heart seemed to be pulled hard by a big hand.

It was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

His fingertips were stuck in the crevice of the stone, and warm liquid flowed out. He didn't feel any pain, but he avoided the man's gaze inexplicably.

I don't want... I don't want to be seen by that person.

The man walked towards him, walked in front of him, his eyes were still gentle, and he reached out to touch him, but he subconsciously avoided it slightly.

Dirty... don't want to get that hand dirty.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet...why did you enter Canglan?"

He looked at the man, huddled in the corner and said nothing, the smell of blood filled his throat, he was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a cracked silk soaked in blood.

The man didn't seem to be surprised by this result, and said, "I see that you practice sword so hard, should you want to become stronger?"

He didn't respond, the man's eyes fell on his blood-soaked chest, and his voice was very soft, "Then why didn't you resist?"

"Do you think it's useless to resist?" The man's fingertips touched him, and a light-colored white light overflowed from the fingertips. The body seemed to be warmed up, and the pain was no longer so great.

"If you don't resist, they will only get worse. To become stronger is not only hard work, but also awareness. If you don't realize it yourself, then your efforts will be in vain."

The man touched his hand, held his hand when he was about to retract his fingertips, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief that reflected Leng Mei, and then healed his injury.

"Many truths need to be understood by yourself."

"Don't belittle yourself. If you belittle yourself, others will do the same."

The man's figure quickly disappeared. He looked down at his fingertips and reached out to grab the remaining fragrance, but he didn't touch anything.

He watched the moonlight all night, and he heard what the man said. When it was about to dawn, he stood up and dragged the blood all over the floor to go back.

The pain was bearable, the humiliation was bearable, but...he didn't want to let that person down.

After a period of time, he didn't meet the man again. The man seemed to be busy. He went to the back mountain every day, and the number of encounters with men decreased. He still practiced sword every day, but his heart was empty.

However, he also understands that the two of them are two extremes on different sides of the sky, and it is his luck to be able to collide and intertwine by chance, so he can't expect too much.

He had heard about that person's birthday when he was in the mortal world, and when many outer disciples were asking about it, he silently recited that number in his heart.

The man helped him a lot, and he wanted to repay it, a birthday present... He went back and counted his money, and there were only a dozen low-grade spirit stones.

It was only after saving for more than half a year that he saved it.

If he takes on some missions...he hesitates a bit, in fact, he has noticed it during the previous trials, he seems to be particularly attractive to monsters and beasts.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't accept the mission. Not only could those monsters and beasts worship him not be able to beat him, but they also wanted to tear him apart. If he passed, he would have to die.

Some tasks are used as bait for monsters. If the tasks are successful, you can get two high-grade spirit stones.

His eyes fell on the mission card for a long time, the wound on his shoulder from being caught by the monster still seemed to be hurting, he turned and went out of the attic, stopped when he reached the door, stood there for a long time, and finally turned back.

Those who went with him were all disciples with much higher cultivation bases, so they should be able to protect him well.

That time he went, it was also that time that he understood why he should never entrust his life in the hands of others.

Perhaps it was because the heavens didn't care about him very much, and the one who took on that task happened to be a disciple who bullied him in the same school.

In the demon forest, he was dragged to the ground by the arm dragged by the demon beast's fangs, and when his chest was pierced by the demon's claws, he finally cried out in pain.

Everything in front of his eyes was bright red, his arm seemed to be broken, and a layer of skin was worn off his ten fingers. For a moment, he felt that he was going to die.

A hoarse struggling sound came from his throat... He stretched out his hand towards the group of disciples... He didn't want to die.

He wanted to live...to live.

However, those disciples ignored him... When his throat was about to be pierced by monster fangs, his pupils shrank slightly, and the man's words rang in his ears. Although it was almost impossible to succeed...but if he didn't resist, he would die today. I'm going to die in the mouth of the monster.

There was a tearing pain from his shoulder, his face was pale, his fingertips were a little weak, and he tried his best to hide to the side, a bloodstain was drawn on his face by his fangs, and there was erosive pain from the wound.

When the monster rushed towards him again, he held the silver blade in his hand, turned his wrist over, and stabbed at the monster's throat with all his strength.

The air was silent for a moment, the back of the hand was bitten through by the fangs, and there was a sharp pain deep in the bone marrow.

Blood splashed all over his face, and his spirit seemed to be dragged away by the god of death, and returned at the last moment.

That day, he lay alone in the demon forest for an unknown amount of time, with the bloody corpses of demon beasts beside him, and he was still clutching the spirit stones given to him by those disciples.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the blood for a long time, then got up with a limp, and went back to the mountain alone.

If you want to live...you can only rely on yourself...you can only become stronger yourself.

When passing by Luoyan Terrace, he heard the discussion of his disciples, he was covered in blood, and was pushed away from the crowd by the disciples in disgust.

Knocking his back on the tree, he felt some pain, he clenched the spirit stone in his arms, and took a few steps back.

"It's Senior Shen... I heard that he came here today to wait for Senior Jiang to come back."

He looked into the distance and saw a familiar figure.

It was a stunning face, which was difficult to imitate in ink painting. The slightly raised eyes had cold arcs, the eyelashes were slightly raised, and there was a gentle expression on the face.The man was dressed in a moonlight white robe, and his figure was so magnificent that it was difficult for people to look away at a glance.

The setting sun cast a shadow on the ground, and his whole body melted into the shadow, isolated from the crowd.

The spirit stone in his arms fell to the ground, and at that moment, he understood... what it means to become filthy.

The author has something to say: this is the previous life, this Peak Master Shen is Shou, the reason will be explained later.