When I was eight years old, I was adopted by Qixiufang.
The senior sister of Xiufang said to me:
"Being a sword maid or a dancer? Little bastard, you are a man! You are asking for trouble!"
At the age of eighteen, I joined the Valley of the Wicked.
An old scholar from the Haoqi League said to me:
"Once you enter the valley of evil, you will never suffer? Haha. Don't be kidding me. Life is entangled with hatred for life. You? A murderer? Still want to be free? Bah!"
At the age of twenty-eight, I fell on the battlefield.
Someone stepped on my severed limb and said to me:
"The crazy heart never stops, and the body is full of dust. You must be tired after all, right?"
Sadly, I am covered in dust. So much so that the Buddha ignored him.