An Ordinary Sour and Slightly Sweet Main Article

Sangxia is a small black wild flower. It has no bright petals and no sweet taste. It even practices slower than ordinary people. His kind hates him, and so do humans. Only the gentle and white-haired Taoist Yufu who lived on the Fairy Mountain praised him: "He is beautiful and beautiful." So far Sang Xia is determined to become Yu Fu's little flower, although the Taoist priest only wants him to be his little disciple. After spending hundreds of years in the Fairy Mountain, practicing day by day, the cultivation level has not improved, but the little flower demon's evil intentions have not died. In the spring of another year, Sangxia showed her flowers to Master with bright eyes and said shyly: "Master, I want to pollinate." Every line on the petals of the little flower demon expresses joy. The gentle Taoist priest in the past fell silent and deliberately avoided rejection: "Sang Sang, it's time for you to practice." Cultivation is such a difficult thing. One day, blood dyed the sky in a corner of the spring water red. The flower demon who was most afraid of pain kept shaking, and the petals fell to the ground, and every petal of the flower was torn apart. Sang Xia's beautiful face was unusually pale, and she murmured something she wanted to grasp: "Master, cultivation is so difficult, I can't learn..." The white-haired monk holding him was covered in blood, his eyelashes were down, his voice was trembling and astringent, and his face looked paler than the flower demon. He said softly: "Then we won't learn. We won't learn." There seemed to be dandelions floating in the air in the wind, bringing with it the gentle sigh of the Taoist priest many years ago. "Sangsang, grow up quickly." It's a short article, just a few chapters complete, and I'll update it as the occasion arises. Intention: strong and brave