To me, the bow is like an extension of my arm. I actually wanted a bow long ago. When I first saw someone holding the bow in my hand and shooting it, I wanted one.

For some reason, although those who carry arches should be experts to me, I always instinctively feel everything is wrong when they pull the arch.

Although when I was young, I didn’t know what cultivation was or what martial arts were, I just knew that someone else’s bow was wrong, and that the same bow could exert twice or even three times more powerful than others in my hands.

So when I took a bow and arrow from a dead man, I was so happy.

The pain I experienced in my childhood was less happy, and being able to pick up a bow was like an instinctively happy thing for me. I also like to hear stories about bows. When I heard the rumor that there was a bow that could shoot the sun down, called the "Sun Shooting God Bow", I even dreamed in my dream that I flew to the top to find the Sun Shooting God Bow and grabbed the powerful Sun Shooting God Bow in my hand.

Of course I know that it is all my fantasy. Whether the Sun Shooting Divine Bow really exists is still an uncertain thing. Even if it is true, now compared with the Gods in the Starry Sky Universe, I don’t know what kind of earth-shaking changes have happened. Who can go to the ancient prehistoric world and find the legendary Sun Shooting Divine Bow?

I can't find it, and no one in the world can help me find it...

Although I took the bow and arrow from the dead, that person was not killed by me. I hate killing, and even more hate killing. As for killing and murderous aura, that is another matter.

After I had a bow, I became even colder. My temperament and the temperament of the bow were integrated with each other. As long as I had a bow in my hand, I became murderous. When the arrow flew out of the bowstring, it was the time for my murderous intent to surge. Therefore, although I was only over ten years old, once I was wearing a mask, most of the people who wanted to bully me would retreat and leave.

But that is only the majority, and there are other parts of the people who have practiced, but they are disdainful of me and my bow.

Most of these people who have practiced have bullied me, and a small number of them have suffered from my losses.

Although I had a bow, I felt like I had my own friends, but when no one was concerned about it, my life was naturally as sad and deserted as before.

Fortunately, although I have been on the road of begging alone since I was six years old and striving to live, and I have worked hard like those gangsters on the streets to survive, I found that I have not done too many things that harm others.

Even after I was beaten a few times, I stopped stealing other people's things. I didn't dare to steal them. What I did the most during those miserable days was mainly to pick up and eat other people's abandoned things to maintain my life.

Even though I had a bow later, I could intimidate most people who had never practiced. I never snatched anything from others, nor did I use my own strength to bully anyone.

I grew up in this turbid world, but I am as clear as snow. My name is Miao Xueqing. "Miao" is a symbol of my lonely and drifting life. Xue and Qing are both my temperament and my innocence and purity in life.

In this way, my bow and I continued to survive on the street. At some point, I heard the news that Qingyunmen was about to open the door and accept disciples. The news was learned by chance from some young men who had practiced when I was picking up some waste on the street.

I didn't know whether I was intentional or unintentional, but my feet were heading towards Qingyunmen as if they were following the trend of others.

I am very afraid, but I yearn for it. I don’t have any confidence. I just instinctively want to see the legendary gate of the Immortal Palace and see what the place where no matter who goes in and comes out, it will be prosperous.

So others were rushing fast, but I was moving forward slowly and lacked confidence. Others came in just over ten days and a month, but I walked slowly alone. It took a year and a half to arrive at the Qingyun Sect.

That year, when I was thirteen years old, I looked calmer and more calm than ordinary people. I gradually stopped eating, but made a living by performing tricks.

Some people may think that I have performed the trick of being cut by Yuanli in the beast opera troupe, and I will definitely make a living. At first, I did perform this trick. Although because of my quiet personality, my performance was not as thrilling as under the leadership of the beast leader, it can still bring me some income.

But later I gradually stopped performing this trick. I began to imitate the movements of other tricks performers and perform other tricks, because I hate to regard the shortcomings on my head as my selling point, and I hate to use the gap on my head to make money.

Although my life is therefore more difficult than when I make money with my head, I feel satisfied that I can make money with other tricks instead of using the pain deep in my heart.

After arriving in Qingyun Province, I would walk past Qingyun Gate every once in a while, but I never had the courage to enter Qingyun Gate, and I didn’t dare to perform my tricks in a place that was too close to Qingyun Gate, because I always felt that the disciples in Qingyun Gate were so unattainable. How could I dare to set up stalls in such a place to earn daily necessities?

But my envy of those who entered Qingyun Sect was so strong. I fantasized about one day when a special opportunity suddenly came, and someone in Qingyun Sect included me in the door.

Until one day, a uncle who looked a bit fierce and easily quarreled with people found me. At that time, I didn’t know that he was from Qingyun Sect and was also the mentor among them, and I didn’t know that his name was Xiao Ding.

After he saw me, he kept looking at me for some reason. I noticed something was wrong and ran away in panic. But wherever I ran, he followed me. I was anxious, so I took off the big bow from my back and pointed it at him, warning him that if I dared to follow me again, I would kill him.

My mind is very firm. I am usually very careful and timid, but once I get angry, my timidity will disappear immediately. No matter how powerful the enemy I face is, I will be calm and fierce.
Chapter completed!