Her Heart Follows the World

The ten-mile long pavilion is windy and rainy, with luxuriant grass on both sides of the official road. Abandoned weapons and old bloodstains can be seen everywhere. Occasionally, people and horses galloping past, the crisp sound of swords clashing and sharp scoldings can be heard in the distance. Everywhere is the dangerous appearance of the chaotic world. When we reached the rocky slopes on the western border, the rain had just stopped, residual clouds were filling the sky, and there was a hint of biting thunder in the air. On the muddy road down the slope, four or five gangsters armed with steel knives were surrounding a thin young man. This group of people are well-known desperadoes in the Western Region. They are small evil cultivators who are attached to Luo Lei Guze. They use their rudimentary violent thunder skills to rob passers-by on official roads all year round. The young man surrounded by them was as thin as a dead branch that could be crushed by wind and rain at any time. The boy was wearing a tattered, short brown cloth. The material was soaked in mud and water, stained with blood, and torn in many places, revealing a thin back covered with old and new scars. His hair was messy and stuck to his pale forehead, his cheeks were thin and out of shape, and there were fresh blood stains hanging from the corners of his lips. His whole body was muddy and messy, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. Four steel knives pressed forward step by step, the blades reflecting the gloomy sky and the cold air. "How dare a wild boy with no cultivation dare to set foot on the road to the west?" "It doesn't have any oil or water on it. It's really unlucky. I just scrapped it and threw it to feed the wild dogs!" The villains laughed and cursed, and the wind of the knife slashed at the young man's thin body. The young man had no strength to resist, so he could only retreat in panic, his back hitting the cold rocks heavily. In his eyes was the forbearance and deathly silence honed by years of bullying, as if he had long been accustomed to such a fate of being at the mercy of others. Just when the blade was about to fall, a clear figure gracefully fell from the slope. The green shirt brushed through the mud, bringing with it a wisp of light fragrance. There was no sharp sound, only a gentle sword wind swept out. It was gentle but extremely powerful. It shook the four steel knives in an instant and fell to the ground with a clang. The woman stands in the mud, with a graceful figure, and her plain clothes are not stained by any dust or mud. She frowned slightly and looked at the villains: "In broad daylight, bullying the weak, and abandoning all morality and justice in the world?" When several people saw her alone, looking gentle and weak, they suddenly looked stern and said, "Where is the female monk from? Stop minding the Western Territory's business!" Jiang Li was too lazy to talk nonsense, his fingertips condensed slightly, and a wisp of immortal power spread out with the fine pure thunder energy. The breath swept over them, and the villains' bodies froze. The thick evil thunder and violent energy in their bodies instantly became chaotic and retrograde, causing severe pain. Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and they finally realized that they had met the orthodox immortal disciples. How could they dare to be so bold? They rolled around, picked up the weapons, and fled in embarrassment. The muddy rocky slope suddenly fell silent. The wind and rain began to subside, and a ray of light broke through the sky, which happened to fall on his stunned face. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. The world is chaotic and dirty, the wind and rain are ferocious, and everyone in the world is evil, ruthless, and careless about themselves. All he has seen in his life is bullying, trampling, betrayal, and indifference. But the person in front of him at this moment was wearing a gentle green shirt, with clean and clear eyebrows. He was like a bright moon breaking through his boundless darkness, clean, gentle and powerful, out of reach. He was born in a scattered place, with no relatives or friends. He has been living in the cracks of the mountains and wilderness since he can remember, eating all the warmth and cold in the world, and experiencing the dangers of human nature. With no teacher, no backing, and no foundation of cultivation, he is the most insignificant and disposable ant in this troubled world. For the first time in his gloomy and dilapidated life, someone stood up for him. Li Qingsheng stood up stiffly, holding on to the stone wall. His thin body trembled slightly, and mud dripped down the corners of his clothes. He looked up at the woman in front of him, with a hot glimmer in his dark eyes. His voice was hoarse and broken, with careful humility and sincerity: "Thank you for your help, girl." Jiang Li lowered his eyes and looked at him. He suddenly knelt down, blinked and asked, "Girl... I wonder if girl can take me in." The young man's eyes were too hot, too pure, carrying all the sustenance and obsession of a person in desperate situation, so heavy that it made people's hearts sink slightly. She could clearly see the layers of scars on his body and the loneliness that couldn't be hidden in his eyes, and it was inevitable that she felt a bit of compassion in her heart. But she couldn't agree. She bears the heavy responsibility of the sect and has to go alone into the extremely dangerous Luilei Guze. The road ahead is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and is surrounded by dangers. It is difficult to protect herself, and she is unable to protect others. The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and it has never been a place of warmth. She alone cannot protect the strangers she meets by chance. When he was about to leave, his attitude was firm and unshakeable: "The world is dangerous, and every step ahead is filled with murderous and murderous auras. I have an important mission and cannot help myself. I am unpredictable. If I follow me, I will die." She looked at the young man's suddenly dim eyes, took out a heavy bag of broken silver from her luggage, and gently handed it to him. The silver bag was clean and warm, and it was one of the few things she had with her. "Take these coins, find a stable town, and live a stable life. Don't wander on the deserted roads in troubled times again, only to encounter dangers." Li Qingsheng stared blankly at the bag of silver, then raised his head to look at her gentle but distant eyebrows. His fingertips curled up slightly, but in the end, he still didn't reach out to pick up the bag of silver. He just stared at her, the glimmer in his eyes not extinguishing. Seeing that he didn't move, she gently placed the silver bag on the clean stone surface beside him, gave him one last look and said, "Everyone be safe and take care." After saying this, she no longer stopped, turned around and raised her sword, her back in the green shirt was sharp and sharp, walking step by step towards the depths of the vast mountains of the Western Territory, following the remaining wind and rain. The wind blew through the grass and rolled up mud all over the ground. Li Qingsheng stood alone on the spot, looking at the cyan figure that was getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the clouds and mist of the mountains, without moving an inch for a long time. The sky was gentle and the wind and rain were cool, but the desolation in his heart was firmly occupied by a bright moon. Unknown to her, the road she met today was uneven, and the salvation of a chance encounter became the only faith and moonlight in the young man's life. From then on, the young man in the quagmire had a bright moon in his heart, and his whole body was filled with embers, standing silently in the troubled world, waiting for the day when he could overcome the wind and rain and catch up with his light. The road ahead is long and vast. Intention: Be yourself first before you can be anything