Luo Shaojin: "Are we a demon sect?"
Brother Magic: "Well, everyone says so."
Luo Shaojin: "Why?"
Brother Magician: "The noble sect said we burned, killed, and looted."
Luo Shaojin: "Isn't it robbing the rich and giving to the poor?"
Brother Magic: "They say we bully men and dominate women."
Luo Shaojin: "Isn't it free love?"
Brother Magician: "Then you mean our Holy Fire Sect is also a well-known and upright sect?"
Luo Shaojin: "No, we are a demon sect."
Brother Magician "Why?"
"Because the famous and upright people are coming to kill you. At this time, you can put down your butcher knife and go to the West to see the Buddha."
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
Jianghu children and Jianghu elders, how many of them still remember the oath they made ten years ago? How many people can still persist? How many people get what they want?
Time is like a knife, chipping away at the edge of youthful ambition, and wearing away the enchanting beauty. How many romances were just a dream back then.
This article was written in 2010, and the second half was revised in 2020.
This was originally an article about growth and persistence. It was written ten years ago and revised ten years later. It feels quite meaningful.
Don't forget to collect the author's children's shoes when you come here.
Quicksand's nest
Purpose: Growth and Persistence