I suddenly remembered that night three hundred years ago, when I was nine years old, the three armies were at war, my mother died of illness, my father surrendered, and we were kidnapped by the enemy and suffered bullying. I couldn't bear the torture, so I was about to cut my wrist with a picked-up knife, and then a majestic white-clothed immortal descended from the colorful clouds. He closed his sleeves and said: "Your destiny is created by yourself, your appearance is born from your heart, and everything in the world is an incarnation. Can you still have endless suffering at a young age?"
I stared at him blankly, ethereal and as pure as moonlight. He is a god, the most beautiful person I have ever seen, so he will definitely take me out of this sea of suffering. I timidly pulled on his sleeve: "Brother Immortal, can you take me out of here? They bully me..."
"Forget it, I see that you have extraordinary talent, so just follow me back to South Vietnam and become my 759th generation disciple."
"Then if you become my master, will no one dare to bully me?"
"My teacher will protect you."
Later I learned that he was one of the four immortal mountains rising in the Nine Heavens - the leader of Nanyue Mountain, Mo Shangxue.
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