Bamboo Shoots Snow

To collect firewood is to collect firewood. He collected firewood, moved materials, and kept watch over the stove. He received five bamboo chips a month and could not save a new piece of clothing in a year. When he was fourteen years old, the blood on his fingers soaked into the piece of wood left by his mother. That night, he realized that there was an extra tower in the sea of ​​consciousness. The tower has nine floors, and he lives on the first floor. The lamps, pools, and stoves in the tower made no sound. He just woke up every day and felt that he was a little faster, a little more steady, and his ears were a little better than yesterday. There is a set of methods in the tower. Training the body and condensing the Qi are the most correct methods. Anyone who practices them will be good at it - just slow. It was so slow that he could only hide this little thing and continue to collect firewood for others. As the tower opens upward, there are thresholds one by one. The threshold does not recognize money or merit, it recognizes days - only after you have been in the mountains, been exposed to the rain, and carried the dead on your back will you know whether the door can be opened. He picked up a rusty sword, collected a gray coat of unknown origin, and passed by a girl three times without even thinking about it. He didn't know what he was planning. He just wanted to burn the tower up, layer by layer. People who earn wages will have to go into the mountains sooner or later.