Master's essay
The sect was massacred, and the culprit was the second junior brother who colluded with the demons.
Yuan Ruoqing held a sword and entered the demon world, trying to clean up the door. Unexpectedly, the second junior brother was already injured, and next to him was the little junior sister covered in blood.
The little junior sister was dying and held on for her last breath: "The misfortune to our master was all caused by my unkind treatment and willful behavior. Now, my second senior brother and I have perished together. I am suing with death. I only ask my senior brother for the sake of past friendship, spare my child's life, teach him well, and prevent him from following in his father's footsteps..."
The father could not live up to his son, so Yuan Ruoqing agreed and began the long journey of raising a child.
As the saying goes, a strict teacher makes a good disciple——
As the saying goes, if you don't put roof tiles on your house for three days.
The little apprentice cried: "Master, please stop pumping on the floor. Really... The floor needs to be replaced several times a year. If you have the money, can you buy me new clothes?"
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Apprentice's perspective:
I have a master who has white hair and strange eyes. His white clothes are whiter than snow all year round. He looks like an immortal. He is young and handsome. He is in his prime. He is also the leader of the sword forest and the light of the righteous way.
I just had a bad temper. If I disagreed, I would be whipped, and I would be punished by squatting on a horse, and I would not be given food.
I always feel like he doesn't like me.
So, I'm a little afraid of him.
Until one day, I unexpectedly learned that Master killed my father and mother, and adopted me as a young child, making me consider the thief as my father!
I hate him so much!
I have never dreamed of avenging my parents!
Later, I picked up a story book outside, titled "Two or Three Things Between Master Qing Leng and His Disciple", which opened the door to a new world——
From that time on, I determined that when I grew up, I would imitate the rebellious disciples in the storybook, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and torture the master for those who do the wrong!
But I never thought that fairy tales are all lies qwq.
Intention: love