Jiang Zhuxue knelt for three days and three nights before becoming Yanque's apprentice.
Later I found out that others persuaded him to win, not what he wanted.
After a hundred years of neglect, he stayed alone in the snowy hut. He watched his master bring back his extremely talented junior brother, teach him with his own hands, and take care of him in every possible way.
Jiang Shuxue finally understood——
It's not that Master is naturally cold-hearted.
It's just that he's the warm person, it's never him.
Jiang Zhuxue took the wrong path and almost caused a disaster.
Finally, he used his master's sword to end his absurd life.
When he woke up again, Jiang Zhuxue became the newly born spirit in the master's natal sword.
Master lowered his eyes to look at him with strange eyes:
"Live or die, it's up to you."
He didn't know that this lonely soul that he hated -
It was his great disciple who personally drove him to a dead end a hundred years ago.
Later, Jiang Zhuxue heard that the young disciple whom his master loved like a treasure had his golden elixir broken into pieces by his own hands, betrayed the master, and scattered paper money all over Shengjing.
The whole world of cultivation is scolding him for being cold-blooded and ruthless.
Only Jiang Zhuxue vaguely felt something was wrong.
Until that night, Jiang Zhuxue saw her portraits all over the house and tried to escape.
As soon as the sword energy rose, my heart suddenly felt sharp pain.
The master walked slowly over, with a bone-deep sword wound on his wrist, and blood dripping down his fingertips.
"Why are you running?" He raised his bleeding hand and dug his fingertips into the crack in the young man's spirit body.
He looked at Jiang Zhuxue's face that was pale from pain and suddenly smiled.
"Do you feel it?"
"The sword and contract share the same resonance, life and death share the same frequency."
"When I'm injured, you're in pain."
Jiang Shuxue felt cold all over when she heard Master whisper:
"Do you understand now?"
"We are the ones..."
"The earth is created by heaven, and we share our fate of life and death."
"No one can tell them apart."
Intention: I hate that the bright moon does not shine on me, so I will become the bright moon