At the autumn of the age of eighteen, Tianshan was discussing swordsmanship, and many sects in the world gathered. The Pavilion Master ordered him to retrieve the head of the new leader.

He took the order and left.

Heroes from all sides gathered together, and he took his head and came back with injuries.

Still received a whip, the reasons were the same - I was injured during the mission.

He once doubted whether his number one master in the pavilion was worthy of fame?

Why do you get hurt and get a punishment for every task?

Later he found out.

It’s not because he has poor martial arts skills, but because the Pavilion Master wants to punish him without asking the reason.

Then, every time he did a task, he made mistakes, big and small, just to give the chance to punish him.

Even if...

His life was overdrawn again and again, and his injuries worsened again and again.

His internal strength was consumed again and again, and his faith was wiped out little by little.

He understood that when moths flew into the fire, his destiny in this life could only turn into ashes and turn into dust, and still be the tiny and humble mud.

From the age of fourteen to twenty, it took him six years to recognize his identity.

Humble and lowly favor.

The number one master of the Nine Pavilions, the person closest to the gods in the eyes of outsiders, is prominent and majestic, but actually as lowly as an ant.

Internal strength is damaged, internal injuries are severe, too many injuries are left on the body, and life is seriously overdrawn.

Qin Shang thought he would be replaced by a new master soon.

With his excessive loss of skills, the name of the number one master has long been miserable.

But not.

Since he was the Nine Pavilion, he has not held another martial arts competition for eight years, and no one has challenged him.

With this broken body, he is still firmly in the position of No. 1 master, which is really ironic.

From teenagers to young people.

After eight years, he tasted all the ups and downs of bitterness and bitterness, eroded his faith, and his heart was already deserted.

Time is ruthless, after all...it's just a vain of obsession.

In the spring of the year when I was twenty-two, the pavilion master sat in a garden with blooming flowers, enjoying the spring scenery all over the garden, and casually said: "This little queen in Dongling is quite interesting. I am a woman who is called emperor. I don't like it very much, so it's ruined."

If you don’t like one, you will ruin it.

His appearance was changed, and his body and bones were reshaped just to approach Jun Zixi with a look that resembles Jun Qinglan, and attract Jun Zixi's attention.

Destroy it.

Of course, what we want to destroy is not Junzixi, but Junzixi's country.

The pain of bone reorganization is still unforgettable.

Everything happened naturally later.

Qin Shang went to Xiling, wearing red clothes, his eyes were dazzling, but his face looked like the passing Jun Qinglan, which naturally attracted Zi Xi's attention.

Qin Shang, who was just holding on to the purpose of disturbing the turmoil, suddenly changed his mind.

He and Zixi became friends.

It’s just because Zi Xi brings him a warmth that he has never had before - even if that kind of warmth is too ordinary, it is not worth taking it to heart. But for those who have been in desolation and loneliness for a long time, it is still a touch of sunshine that shines into his heart.

Give him tenderness and let him cherish it.

Once upon a time, he himself was a brilliant ray of sunshine, as if he could melt all the cold haze in the world.

But in the years that followed, the sunlight was slightly worn away and the temperature was lost.

Obviously, this mission ended in failure - this was his first and last time, truly breaking the man's orders.

For the only friend in his life, he not only rebelled against that person's life, but even used the power of the Nine Pavilion to give Zixi several helps - whether it was needed or not, that was the only thing he could do for her as a friend.

Even at the cost of death.

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