people can be bullied

In the intersection of nothingness and reality, I had a dream, which cannot be called a 'dream' to be precise, because it was my previous life.

Unlike being brought into the inner sect by Wen Heng himself in this life, the 'I' in the previous life never entered Wuji's inner sect from the beginning to the end. From entering the sect to defecting, 'I' was always in the outer sect, first as a handyman disciple, and later as a A handyman disciple.

'I' is a crippled body with no foundation, Wuji looked down on me and refused to accept me, and then a manager swiped a pen and settled 'I', so I stayed in Wuji as a handyman disciple.That person in charge is 'my' master in Wuji Outer Sect.

He is an idle steward of the outer sect, he looks like a smiling and kind middle-aged elder, his cultivation base is not high, but he has taken in many disciples, among them the disciples with poor bones and good looks are following him Served by my side.

'I' was always a little beggar before I came to Wuji, I had this meal every day without eating, and I was so hungry that my face was pale and emaciated, it was really ugly.I have neither bones nor looks, so I was recorded as a steward and accepted as a miscellaneous disciple, responsible for doing miscellaneous chores and work for the outer sect.

Ashamed to say, the reason why 'I' want to stay in Wuji is not because I want to cultivate immortality, but because Wuji has food to eat, so I won't go hungry.

Therefore, in my opinion, the steward who kindly took in 'me' is more compassionate than the gods and Buddhas in the temple. 'I' really appreciate him, and I really think he is a good person.

There are many disciples who are in charge, and 'I' is the one with the lowest status. Those brothers and sisters have weird tempers. The eyes of newcomers are always filled with incomprehensible jealousy, contempt, and superior pity. '

They will assign their own tasks to 'we', handyman disciples, mostly dirty work, if 'we' do it slowly, or something is not to their liking, sometimes there is no reason, These brothers and sisters will beat us severely and detain our meals.

Being punched and kicked, abused recklessly, having a bruised nose and a swollen face every day, and suffering from hunger are the daily routines of 'I' in Wuji.

But these brothers and sisters don't have to worry about food, so why are they losing weight day by day?

'I' was puzzled.

In the second year of 'I' getting started, that is, when I was 13 years old, 'I' finally knew the reason why my senior brothers and sisters before me were getting haggard day by day, and why they were gloomy and jealous.

So, 'I' killed 'my' master.

I really hate him.

I have complained about the injustice of heaven, and I hate the evil deeds of people in the past, but I don't want the only master I admire to use me as a tool to vent my desires.

I was extremely unwilling, I desperately wanted to be recognized and repaid... It turned out to be just a joke.

"Master, did you accept me as an apprentice in the first place because you used me as a tool to vent your desire?" My eyes were sore, and my throat was sour.

The old man pressed me down, suppressed my struggle, and grabbed my chin with a smirk: "What kind of chaste woman is she, she looks so flirtatious, isn't it just for someone to fuck?"

"Bitch!" He became angry and slapped me on the face with his hand. He saw the hatred in my eyes, and his neck turned red with excitement: "You better be sensible and serve this old man obediently... like you Slut, the old man has seen a lot, hehe, in the end, he begged the old man to fuck him."

Shit!Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!

He put the obscenity Gu on me, complacently waited for me to be ugly, and said arrogantly: "Do you think you can escape my palm? The old man has already put a Gu on you, didn't you screw it up?" Isn’t it staunch? Hehe, as long as the Gu worm attacks, no matter what kind of chaste and strong woman she is, she will eventually become a slut.”

He looked at my limp body, covered my bitten finger, and said, "You are no exception."

The old man locked me up for three days. He thought I would fall into lust and lose my mind and obey him. Unfortunately, he miscalculated me.He imprisoned me for three days, and tortured me with Gu insects for three days. My mind was crumbling under the ravages of desire.

I bite on my arm, trying to stay conscious through the pain.

After three days, there wasn't even a single piece of flesh on my arm.

My fingertips are shattered and bloody.

My mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and my hair was stuck together with sweat.

I am more embarrassed than a stray dog.

The old man took a pinch of water, and the cold water splashed on my body. I fell on the ground, breathing weakly, and he smiled triumphantly.

At the moment when his acceptance results approached me, I aimed at the right moment and thrust the sharpened wooden stick into his throat.

The dripping blood splashed out, like a blood rain, falling on my body head-on.

Warm, viscous... sickening blood.

My heart was beating like a drum, and the greasy blood made me almost unable to hold the weapon in my hand.

He clutched the broken throat, his eyes gleamed with hatred, and the leaky throat made a 'hoo hoo' sound, as if he was cursing me.

I don't know and I don't care.

I gripped the only weapon in my hand and smashed his neck.

Fortunately, he is just a pseudo-Dan monk. Fortunately, he has never looked down on me. Fortunately, I am used to suffering, and my rough skin and thick flesh can withstand these three days of torture.

Until his plump body crashed to the ground, the ugly head was entirely dependent on that layer of fat, and there was no complete corpse attached to his body.

Me, kill him.

The bone-chilling coldness hit me, and I couldn't help shivering.Trembling, I raised my blood-stained hand, screamed suddenly, shook my head and backed away, the man's eyes were wide open, blood was stained on his ashen face, I staggered and sat on the ground, retching in embarrassment , My throat was sore and I couldn't spit out anything but sour water.

Fluid ran down my cheeks and onto my chin.

I touched my face in panic and confusion, because my eyes were dry and I couldn't shed a single tear, so what could the liquid on my face be?

what.

It turned out to be blood.

I... killed someone.

I kill.

Tick.

Cold drops of water fell from the top of the grotto and shattered on the ground.

Faint starlight fell on the ground through the gap.

I woke up from the sluggishness and trembled from the ground. The night was very quiet, only the sound of insects and my rapid breathing.

The towns below the mountain are lit up repeatedly, but none of them will be lit for me.

The world is so big, where can I find a shelter?

I do not know.

But Wuji will definitely not be my shelter, I look away, and in the thick night, I leave Wuji step by step.

Immediately there was a hunting order issued by Wuji. They said that I did the wrong thing, that I was ungrateful, that I deceived my teachers and exterminated my ancestors, that my crime was unforgivable, and that my heart could be punished.

I have been an unknown handyman disciple in Wuji for so many years, everyone can bully me.At the end of the day, it was because of the reputation of killing the teacher that everyone knew.

I really don't know if this is flattery or irony.

I didn't want to die, so I hid in Tibet. At first, the low-level disciples of Wuji came to clean up the door, and they were only in the Qi training stage. After a year, they probably found that I was really troublesome, so they sent the monks who established the foundation, that is, the brothers who practiced Qi, to clean up the door, and I was caught.

Those qi-training disciples sued the foundation-building monks about my bad character and needed to be punished. Their senior brothers disagreed and said they would take me back to the sect and hand it over to the sect. Those qi-training disciples After chasing me for a year, he hated me deeply and refused to give up, so he resorted to tricks to lure his senior brother away and secretly took me to another place, just to beat me up to vent his anger.

"Aren't you good at running? Run, why don't you run?" A qi practitioner kicked my knee, slapped my face with the scabbard and mocked.

"Isn't it very proud? Ah? What are you proud of? It didn't fall into our hands in the end."

"What to say to this kind of guy, call first and then talk. This year, I have been full of anger."

While they were beating, they were hurling insults at the same time.

"I heard from his senior brothers and sisters that when he was in Wuji, he loved to steal and play tricks, and he had no respect for his elders."

"Yeah, I often take advantage of my good looks, and being favored by the master deliberately make my brothers look ugly."

"It's really shameless to seduce your own master."

"No, a bitch is a bitch."

They let out their breath and chatted refreshedly. One of them noticed that I was breathing more air than I was exhaling. "He seems to be dying. Shall we take him back for treatment?"

"What are you doing taking it back, a bastard, why use the pill for treatment."

"...Then what do you do when the senior brother asks?"

"What else can we do, just say that he ran away by himself. As long as we don't tell, no one will know."

"Brother, he seems to be really dead."

They were silent for a while, and the disciple called senior brother said disapprovingly: "If you die, you will die." He paused, pointing to the slope not far away, "Throw him down, don't dirty our eyes."

Those disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone said: "We are doing justice for the heavens."

"Eliminate harm for the people." "Hahahaha."

It may be that there is a destiny in the dark.

When I rolled down the mountain, I accidentally stumbled into a place of inheritance—a place of inheritance of the great power of magic cultivation.

That power is the notorious Blood River Patriarch.

"Do you know why you are being bullied? Do you know why your life is so cheap?" "Weakness is your original sin."

"Do you hate? Are you angry? Do you desire power? Do you want not to be bullied? Do you want revenge?"

"The righteous way can't tolerate you, don't you realize this after all these years of torture?" "It's wrong for you to even resist! How have they ever treated you kindly?"

"Join us..." "Join us, you will have everything you want."

The wound on my body was still bleeding, and the old events flashed through my mind. The words of those disciples rang in my ears, and I clenched my fingers.

"Draw out the sword, use blood to flow into rivers, make them fear, make them despair!" "If anyone offends me, I will kill them!" "Kill! Kill them——"

"Good boy." "Give me your body, and we will avenge you—"

Get out!

Get out of my body!

"Impossible!" "How can..."

All sounds disappeared, silence disappeared.

I held the scimitar in my hand, raised the corners of my mouth, and said slowly: "Reversing yin and yang, blood moon scimitar."

"Mo Xiu Lesheng saw the blood moon here."

The blood moon buzzed and recognized me as the new master.