Picked up a Peach Blossom Sword

Wen Yuan is the biggest joke of Guiyun Sect. With her withered veins constitution, she couldn't even reach the first sense state. She ranked last in the assessment, and everyone in the sect knew that she was a waste. She didn't care, lived with a smile, cried while not admitting defeat when she was beaten. Until one day, she saw a dying peach tree on the edge of the cliff, and she felt soft and poured a bowl of spiritual spring water. A young boy with silver hair and purple eyes jumped down from the tree. He couldn't speak, eat, or wear clothes. He was like a frightened wild cat, trying his best to be nice to her. When she was hurt, he rushed to block her. When she was scolded, he wiped her face with the corner of his clothes. When she was bullied, he stood in front of her without saying a word. Wen Yuan named him "Xiao Ci" and secretly hid him in the sect to raise him. He changed his patched clothes into small robes for him to wear, and she saved rations to feed him when he was hungry. She doesn't know who he is. She didn't know that he was once the Guiyi Realm Sword Master who looked down on all living beings thousands of years ago. She didn't know that he died eight times for her. She didn't know that he made himself into a furnace, stuffed his broken soul into her Dantian, and then spent three thousand years of waiting in exchange for the encounter in this life. He degenerated into a six-year-old child in front of her, remembering nothing and only following her instinctively. And he remembers it all. Remember that she loved him and forgot him in every life, remembered that she died in his arms in every life, remembered that he stopped her soul seven times at the Forgotten River Ferry, remembered that he cultivated to the Guiyi Realm just to find a way to keep her without sacrificing anyone - he couldn't find it. Three thousand years ago, the master of alchemy, Su Du, was about to face the catastrophe. His apprentice thanked him and said with a smile, "Master, I'm here to help you." Then he made himself into the cauldron of her destiny. Su Du died in the thunderstorm. My thanks are in the cauldron, watching with my own eyes. This life is the last life. If she fails, her soul will completely dissipate and she will never be restored. He couldn't let her die for the ninth time. But Wen Yuan said: "I don't care who you were in your previous life. I picked you up in this life. If you dare to disappear, I will plant you back into the tree." Concept: Concept of the novel "Picking up a Peach Blossom Sword" Core idea: Being loved is not passive luck, but requires the courage to actively choose and take responsibility. On the surface, this novel is a sweet and sad novel about fairy tales, but at its heart it is answering a question: What should you do when someone sacrifices everything for you? The thank you answer is "die for you". He used three thousand years of reincarnation to prove the ultimate love - finding her, protecting her, losing her, and doing it again in every life. His love is silent, instinctive, and unrequited. But he was wrong. He thought that love meant carrying it alone, even if he didn't let her know the truth, and even if he was broken into pieces, he still wanted to leave her a complete world. In eight reincarnations, she fell in love with him in every life, and forgot about him in every life. The cycle of cause and effect was never broken - because he was always "making" choices for her. The appearance of Wen Yuan broke this deadlock. Not because she is the reincarnation of Su Du, but because she is Wen Yuan - a waste, a disciple with withered veins who is laughed at by everyone, a girl who has nothing but is extremely soft-hearted. She would not rely on him just because he was powerful, nor would she gratefully accept the sacrifice just because he was "the one who died for her". She would be angry - "Why do you carry it alone?" She would cry - "You do this every time, and I only find out when you disappear every time." Then she would wipe away her tears and say: "In this life, it is my turn to choose." The concept of the whole book progresses in three levels: Level 1: Love is not about forgetting, it is about remembering. Wen Yuan forgets to say thank you in every life, but she falls in love with the same person in every life. This is not a forced binding by fate, but an indelible mark deep in the soul. Love does not need memory to prove, it is deeper than memory. Second level: Sacrifice is not love, shared responsibility is. The tragedy of thanking him was that he always carried it alone - he didn't dare to let Su Du know the cost, he didn't dare to make her feel distressed, and he didn't dare to let her share the burden. He thought it was protection, but it was actually another kind of imprisonment. He locked her in the "comfort of not knowing the truth", and Li Wujiu locked his lover in the "world without you". They are essentially the same - they are both making choices for others. The way Wen Yuan breaks the reincarnation is not to become stronger, but to learn to say: "I know the cost, and I still want you. This is not an impulse, this is my own choice." Level 3: Being soft-hearted is not a weakness, but a strength. Wen Yuan's soft-heartedness made everyone feel that she was a burden - she saved enemies, helped the weak, and was kind to everyone, and she paid a heavy price for this. But in the end, it was this soft-heartedness that allowed her to not give up any of the fragments of her soul that were shattered by her thanks. She gently picked them up piece by piece, put them back together, watered them, and waited. Others use their strength to save one person, but she uses her softness to save ten thousand pieces. In the end, she discovered that her soft heart was not a curse, but the "third way beyond cause and effect" that she had been looking for. One sentence summary: This is not a "he died for me ten thousand times, so I was moved" story. This is a story of "He died for me ten thousand times, and then I learned not to let him die alone again." The highest form of love is not sacrifice, but two people carrying it together.