Xuan Slough

I walk slowly, but I don't stop. When Chen Changsheng was fifteen years old, the town suffered a disaster. The blind old man from the Chenghuang Temple touched his face and said, "You have a hard life. But the hard thing may not be a stone, it could also be a bone." He didn't know what it meant. All I know is that from then on, he began to have a dream - in the dream, someone crawled out of his body, like a snake shedding its skin, like a cicada shedding its shell. Later he walked a long way. I have met people who sweep the floor, people who want to die, people who have spent thirty years of cultivation in exchange for one look. I once met a girl who was listening to cicadas in the mountains. She didn't say anything, just sat there. Before leaving, she gave him a warm cicada slough. Later she became his wife. Later, she forged herself into a sword and asked him to carry it so that he wouldn't get hurt again. There are nine ways to reach the top in this world. Shedding the mysterious is the most difficult one - every breakthrough is a death, and every time she sheds her shell, she will peel off a layer of the old self. In the end, you find that the ones you can't get rid of are those you owe money to. Lao Wu's tofu, Mrs. Wang's scolding, peeling armor, Jian Qi's eyes, Qing Chan's sword... One by one, they all live in my heart. They let a dull and taciturn young man walk step by step until the end. Someone asked him what he had been practicing all his life for. He looked at the hut in the back mountain and his daughter holding a sword at the door, and said: "To go home." Those who are reluctant to leave go the farthest. Those who are reluctant will eventually go home.