The Story of Carrying a Gun

The movement and movement are controlled by heaven but not by oneself, and return to the wind and the sky. Most people in the world are like the drifting mulberry leaves in late autumn. When the breeze comes, they can't help themselves. Ups and downs can only be decided by heaven. Born in the Jiling Continent where spiritual energy was scarce, Anan only had one of the lowest mortal cores. Others said that he could not escape the fate of struggling at the bottom in his life. Uncle Xian's awning boat cut through the long night, the curtain of fate slowly opened, and a road with an end in sight lay before the young man's eyes. He worked hard day after day forging iron and tasted all kinds of things in the market. A copper plate with the word "" engraved on it broke all the hesitations in his heart. There is no need to ask God for mercy, and there is no need to wait for opportunities to fall. The dead leaves are allowed to be manipulated by the autumn wind, but the spear can control its own direction. The young man clenched his hands, which had been tempered by the furnace fire, and decided to carry the gun against his fate. Even if all human beings are weak, they still have to stand upright and break the fate set by heaven.