I was at Qingzhu Peak and had just been seated together.
My name is Yun Che, and I am the nineteenth most careless disciple of Master Mo Xuan. I make mistakes, get punished, and receive collective "care" from my senior brothers and sisters on a daily basis. My master, on the surface, looks like a flower on the mountain, a cool immortal king as majestic as a mountain, but in reality he is a troublemaker, and is always punished by his master, Zhenjun Jingyuan, to kneel down. And my daily life has changed from "I sit down when the master makes a mistake" to "I kneel down when the master punishes the master."
Until that day, I accidentally discovered that Master Jingyuan, who frightened the whole sect, actually looked completely different in front of his Taoist companion, True Lord Chi Yan...
From then on, the lights of the Qingzhu Peak Ancestral Hall were always on, forming a wonder in the world of immortality: True Lord Chiyan had a dark face, Master Jingyuan was kneeling straight but his ears were red, my master lowered his head and pretended to be good, and I was trying to reduce my presence in the corner.
Later, I also had my own little apprentice, Nian Nian. She blinked her innocent eyes and tugged on my sleeve: "Master, do your knees still hurt when you kneel on the mat in the ancestral hall?"
I looked at the futons "passed down from generation to generation" in the ancestral hall and smiled exactly like my master and ancestors.
"Be good," I gently handed over the ruler, "if it hurts, you will know after you kneel down."
This is a story about "inheritance" - what is passed down is not the peerless skills, but the futon in the ancestral hall where someone is always kneeling, the warmth of "someone is in charge", and the clumsiest and most sincere bond of "I punish you because we are in the same boat".
