The Dusty Road to Cultivation

His mother bought him a straw rope fish, which he hung around his waist from Hujiacun to Jianshan. That morning, his mother made his favorite wild mushroom stewed chicken and told him to be careful when going into the mountains. When I came back, the village was gone, my mother fell by the courtyard wall, and my brother had nine arrows on his body. He pulled them out one by one, thinking: Be gentle, slow, don't hurt your brother. Later he met an old man wearing a chain. The old man said: I will teach you my skills and you will do something for me. Only later did he learn that it was Jin Bing who killed his mother, it was the royal family who let Jin Bing march in, and it was the top boss who used him as a pawn. He just wanted to ask those big shots: Are human lives in this world really so worthless? As he walked along this dusty path of cultivation, it became someone else's game. It turns out that compared to hatred, living is the most difficult thing. He is unwilling and angry. He is a chess piece, but he can also stir up the storm and overturn the chessboard.