When Cheng Yuanxi was fifteen years old, his father volunteered to resist the bandits. In the end, he was stabbed several times and fell in a wasteland two miles away from home.
It was freezing cold in the winter of that year. Cheng Yuanxi and his young brother came to Yuzhou City hungry and cold, and begged his father's friends to take him in.
In order to survive and live better, Cheng Yuanxi felt that he could endure anything and give anything. Nothing in this world was more precious than life.
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When Xu Heng was sixteen, his father, who had taken many elixirs and elixirs, was still mortal and died under the cold sword of an assassin.
In the winter of that year, there was heavy snowfall. Xu Heng drove away the lying warlocks, burned the alchemy room to the ground, and left with his uncle.
Xu Heng never believed in immortality. No matter whether princes, generals, ministers or ordinary people could escape life, old age, illness and death, Xu Heng believed that there must be something in this world that could transcend the limited life.
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From the chaos of war to the age of peace and prosperity, from being like duckweeds to being known to the world, they have both sincerity and calculation and greed along the way.
Tough and lively little fox × dark and brooding big bad wolf
Intention: The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng.