Many years ago, when Mu Zisu was seven years old, she came to the academy with the dream of becoming the first monk in Kyushu. She stood in front of the Mingjian mirror, and what appeared in the mirror was her mutilated pipa bone, and the surroundings were all gray.

That was also the first time she knew that her pipa bone was mutilated, and it was impossible to repair it.

She was categorically rejected by the academy.

As the sun set, the dim light stretched her little shadow lonely and long. Behind her was the laughter of the crowd.

"She's a piece of shit."

"My father said that people who can't cultivate the truth will be trampled under the feet of others for the rest of their lives."

Mu Zisu, who was dejected, raised her head and saw Xiao Xian standing in front of her, chuckling and looking at herself.

"Gluttony, are you hungry?"

Mu Zisu shook his head, his heart was full of lingering loss and despair.

Xiao Xian squatted down and said, "I'm tired, Master will carry you home." He tilted his head slightly, "Here." ”

Mu Zisu looked at his slender and straight back, and suddenly felt that this was the only place she could rely on when she was most dazed and helpless.

Stepping on the sunset, he carried her on the tree-lined path home.

Along the way, Xiao Xian told her a lot of interesting anecdotes, "Gluttony, I heard Aunt Li say today that the well in Zhangjia Village is haunted, and everyone is afraid to approach that well, but guess what's going on?" ”

Mu Zisu lay quietly on his back, and his immature voice was muffled, "I can't guess." ”

"Actually, Zhang Er from the village fell in, and no one paid attention to him after shouting for a long time. When the villagers rescued him, he cried profusely. ”

Mu Zisu thought it was funny, but she couldn't laugh.

"Isn't it funny? Then Master will tell you one more. ”

"Master." She interrupted him abruptly.

"Huh?"

Mu Zisu buried his face deeper on his shoulder, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "Master." I'm not, really a piece of rubbish. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, "I can't fix it anymore." I can't be the number one monk in the world, and I'm not qualified to like a sword showman...... He was sure of ...... I wouldn't like my kind of shit. The more she spoke, the more sad she became, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, staining a large part of his white shirt.

"Nonsense, no matter how you are, a sword is like you."

"Master deceives people......"

Xiao Xian squatted down, put her on the ground, turned around and took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her tears, "Don't lie to you." Don't cry, the gluttons are crying like little cats. ”

"But...... However, I still can't cultivate the truth! ”

Every time Xiao Xian couldn't see her crying, when she was sad, his heart would be broken.

In his life, he did everything to overcome obstacles for her, just to want him to wipe away her tears and make her laugh when she cried.

"Who says gluttony can't be cultivated? Master said yes, gluttony will definitely do. ”

"Really...... Are you sure? ”

"Seriously, how could Master have lied to you? Master promised you that he would always be with you. ”

Mu Zisu choked back tears, threw herself into Xiao Xian's arms, and nodded heavily: "Master is here, don't cry!" ”

The fact that she couldn't fix it became the first biggest hurdle in Mu Zisu's life, and when she was most desperate and helpless, Xiao Xian always helped her take care of the fragile dream in her heart.

But for Mu Zisu, the pain caused by the blow of abandoning her is something she will never forget for the rest of her life. She could no longer rely on him as she had done before. She resolutely cut off the relationship with Xiao Xian.