Stars Fall into Pieces

Sun Zhuoji was fifteen years old and lived in a small village with his master Wu Xingping. Wu Xingping can practice medicine and sword, has a bad temper, and is picky about food. There was no rice at home, so he went to work as a porter. Sun Zhuoji always knew that his master was powerful. But he didn't know how powerful the master really was. Until this year, Master took him to meet an old friend. That man had no immortal bones but only relied on a sword to become the best sword in the world. It was also from that day that Sun Zhuoji began to leave the place where he had lived for fifteen years. He will meet many people. Learn to sword, learn spells, and learn to become stronger. You will also gradually know where your master comes from. It's just that knowing some truths may not be easier than not knowing them. The road to spiritual practice is still long. He just wants to follow his own path. Where that road began, he didn't know. Where it will end, he doesn't know. All he knew was that the master was walking in front. He just followed, step by step, just like he used to follow his master to pick rice. The rice bag is on my shoulders and the road is at my feet. At daybreak, they set out.