There Is No Blame for the Deception

Let me tell you something personal. This man's name was Qin Wujiu. He was born with Yin veins and could not cultivate immortality. He was a loser in the family that no one took seriously. Later, the Immortal Alliance wanted to find a sacrifice to fill the cave, and after selecting him, they chose him. The sacrifice is just to die. Those in the past were paralyzed before reaching the entrance of the cave. When he got to the altar, he didn't collapse, didn't cry, and didn't curse anyone. He smiled. He said, "That's scary," and jumped down. Everyone thought he was dead. He crawled out after three years. He was carrying a stringless piano on his back, holding a black gun, and there was a bit of blue light in his left eye. The price is only three years left to live. The Immortal Alliance said that he practiced evil arts, and the righteous people surrounded him and suppressed him. The clan members were eager to distance themselves from him. He didn't defend himself, wiped the dust on his ring and said, "Cultivation to be comfortable." Later, the Immortal Alliance and the Demonic Way fought fiercely, and countless people died. No one transcends, no one remembers. Who has time to care about dead people? There he went. Standing in the middle of the battlefield, holding the harp across his knees, he lit his life into a lamp, lighting the way for the ownerless souls. Someone shouted: "You only have a few days left!" He didn't even look back. Someone asked him about it later, but he couldn't remember clearly. I just remember his silent piano, his black gun, his handsome smile and his few words. And that sentence: Cultivate yourself.