I have a sword, this sword is cold, sharp, and has never failed, but it is stained with too much blood of the world. The person who taught me how to learn swordsmanship told me that learning swordsmanship could not cure my brain. I was a little sad, because later I discovered that learning swordsmanship could not save people.
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At that time, I only had seven cents in my pocket, and I was wandering around the streets wanting to learn to practice swordsmanship. My master jumped down from the sky and landed in front of me. He asked me if I wanted to learn to swordsmanship, and I said yes. He asked me why I wanted to learn to swordsmanship, and I opened my mouth:
Save the common people.
Real?
Real.
He smiled and said, OK, I'll teach you how to practice swordsmanship.
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I often think of my master. I wonder if he still likes to drink tea brewed by spring rain. I wonder if he has killed a few more pots of flowers. I wonder if he has tricked a new apprentice, and why he never comes to me. I wonder if I am famous in the world, he will never forget me, right?
Purpose: The road is for the public