No Boating Allowed

My name is Chen Buyan. The crime I committed was wanting to live a better life. The law of Dai Viet is very clear: Anyone who cultivates privately will be killed. The set of things I practiced was worthless - it was taught by a lame old soldier from the east of the village. It had a total of eight moves. After ten years of practice, I couldn't defeat a soldier holding a sword. But the law doesn't look at this. The knife has been sharpened and hangs outside my cell door. My sister died six years before me. She worked as a day laborer at the Zhou family in the south of the city and was still alive when she left. On the day I found her, she was lying under the wall next to the door of the house, covered with a thin layer of snow, with one hand holding the corner of her clothes and the other open. The night before the execution, the enemy troops captured the city. I crawled out from the dead and headed west. Go to Chidi - there is no living person within a hundred thousand miles, and my pursuers dare not pursue me. There, a crack opened in the sky and a little girl fell down. She hugged me and cried, saying that her relatives were dead and she had no home. I said, then you call me brother. Later I found out that she was not human. She cannot be killed or burned, but she can rewrite what has already happened. Legend has it that if you get her, you can rewrite history. Everyone is looking for her. I have to protect her. But even practicing cultivation is a capital offense for me. By the way, one more thing. There is still someone living in my mind. He never came here, was so noisy, and fought for this body with me every day. I don't want to say a word more. "Then you should say something." "Get lost."