Fellow Taoist, Please Take the Sword

Mortals are like mayflies, and heaven and earth are like cages. The soul that has traveled through time has been in a state of confusion for decades. Nothing it hopes for can be obtained, and everything it thinks is vain. Chen Yuanliao was an abandoned son of a family. He was troubled and bullied since he was a child. "Chen Yuanliao, you are not worthy to be a descendant of my Chen family. From today on, your family name will be stripped off and you will be expelled from the family." "Chen Yuanliao, take your mother's humble spiritual tablet and get out..." … … "From today on, your name is Chen Chuyi, and you are my handyman disciple at Huishou Peak." "Chen Chuyi, can I call you Yuanliao? You... I... Just forget about me." The girl smiled brightly, with tears in her eyes. I don't know how many times later, Fifteen stood by his feet, and his black hair turned into a bright head... Looking back again, at Wuming Peak, next to the thatched cottage, Chen Chuyi wiped two tombstones.