When Qinghui, the third daughter of Qingguang Sword Pavilion, was born, there was a strong wind and lightning and thunder. She was born with a burnt right arm, never cried or fussed, and was called unknown by Jiange.
When Qingfu was five years old, Jiange judged that he had no talent and was considered a waste.
When she was ten years old, her mother, who loved her most, died. The cause of death is unknown.
When she was twenty years old, she entered Qianji Academy but failed the examination.
That night, there was a thunderstorm. Qinghui sat in a cemetery, looking at her charred arms. She was like the only tree hit by a thunderstorm. Why was she always so unlucky?
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Xie Zhexuan thought: Everyone says his junior sister is a waste, but why is she proficient in chess, alchemy, talismans, and swordsmanship?
1. Cultivation settings: sword array talisman, puppet veterinarian elixir, chess book and music accountant.
2. The writing is poor, and it is probably a growth story for a strong and optimistic weed girl.
Intention: To be strong despite countless hardships, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south