Seven years ago, the master said that I could leave this inhospitable place and go have a good run in the world without pretending to be his disciple.
He asked me, which job do I want to do, a hero, a thief, an assassin, or a young master? The first few are easy to understand, but what does the last young man do?
The master showed a disgusting smile that he was accustomed to seeing in the past 18 years, looked at my face and said obscenely, "When you do it, the world will understand."
Before I could get to the bottom of it, he kicked me out without mercy.
Apply a little internal force and land gently. Turning back to the mountains, he shouted:
"Old man! I want to be a flower picker!"
There was silence, but luckily before leaving, I took enough pills to keep for the old man.
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PS: The fanfic has come to an end for the time being, and the audience is encouraged to open a new pit.
"The Sky is Blue" is a novel in the Wanderer series. I opened a new pit "Dawn of the Past" and enjoyed it alone. Oh, the law of ten thousand years, if there is no one who urges people, there will be no one who can fill the hole.