On the Night When the Whole Family Was Destroyed, Master Said That I Would Be the Only One to Be Rescued.

Also known as "The Legend of Qiongshan Golden Orchid" On the night when our family was exterminated, she picked me up from the fire, lowered her head and asked me if I wanted revenge. I said yes. She took me to Qiongshan. Her name is Gu Qinghan. She is the only one in the Jinglan Sect who has mastered both ice and fire in one hundred thousand years. She has never suffered a single defeat in her life. I tested the spiritual root and found that it had the same dual attributes of ice and fire as her - but it was a waste that would go out within a breath of light. She didn't teach me anything after I became a disciple. For the first four years, she only asked me to carry water and walk from Hantan to the alchemy room for eighteen miles. She said that only when your hands are steady can your heart be steady. Later, when I went down the mountain to do a mission, she took advantage of my unpreparedness and injected me with thirty-five levels of cultivation overnight. From refining qi to golden elixir, my foundation collapsed. I had to start from scratch, and even made me afraid to use spiritual power for a long time. On the carriage ride back, she pulled out a scroll of golden exercises and I bumped into her. Her back was turned to me, her ears were red to the side of her neck, and she said it was Jinlan Tongxin Jue, which she practiced with a Taoist companion. I lowered my head and looked at the two rolls of exercises in my hand. One was hot and the other was cold. She threw over a piece of paper: Don't practice obsessive thinking. My father said that the most important thing in cultivating immortality is cultivating the mind. The leader said that only those who see all living beings will know what immortals are. I couldn't read these words before. But standing in the ruins of Qingshan Town, watching a rickety old man walking into the fog with his money bag in hand, I seemed to see their shapes. She has a bookshelf that I dare not look through. There is a sword that should not be drawn. There is an imperial city that is never mentioned. There is a story about Dongfang Yue and the crown prince of Jinlan Kingdom that she never talks about. I touched the two volumes of exercises and the stack of notes in my arms, and walked up the stone steps of Qiongshan Mountain. Her back is in front. I don't know why she took a loser as her apprentice, but one day, she will tell me.