When he was seven years old, Wushuang was lying in a pool of thick blood, feeling that his life was slowly passing away. Snowflakes fell on his face, and an ethereal voice came from the sky: "Wushuang, you said that your heart is towards the Tao, but do you know which Tao you are towards?"
When he was thirteen years old, during the sect competition, he met Jiang Wanyue and Xia Cenjing. The girl in red and the boy in blue always loved to stuff him with all kinds of things: sugar cakes with residual warmth, sachets with blessings sewn on them, and snow-white fox fur winter coats. At that time, Wushuang held up his chin and watched the two people bickering, and a thought that he didn't realize came to his mind: It would be good to live a plain life like this.
When he was eighteen years old, the world was in chaos and war smoke was everywhere. Wu Shuang wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, revealing the hideous scar. He looked at the barren land and said in a hoarse voice: "My heart is for the Tao, and the Tao is for the common people. The way I walk is the Tao for the common people."
Purpose: I hope everyone can live well