In fact, I also accepted an apprentice a hundred years ago. But the apprentice died—
Steal my divine sword, betray my teacher, seek revenge, and then...
died.
When I met my apprentice at the beginning of the year, he was still a young man, a few years younger than this young man who dared to molest me.
I still remember that day when the weather was bad, the sky was snowing, and the breath was foggy.
I stood on the cliff pine tree and watched him fall into the lake with blood on his body. He struggled in the icy lake water, and finally sank.
I still remember that day, after I pulled him out of the lake, I pressed his chest and made him spit out the water he choked in. He lay on the ice and looked at me with blurred eyes, his voice was hoarse, and he was in a trance: "Are you an immortal?"
I replied, "Yes."
He asked, "Are you here to save me?"
I was silent for a moment. In fact, I just came down the mountain and met him by chance, but when I saw his helpless and frightened eyes like a wounded animal, my heart softened and I nodded, "Yes."
After getting this answer, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, stammered out the word "thank you", and passed out.
At that time, I didn't know what he had experienced in his previous life. I only thought that this young man was beautiful and looked pitiful, so I took him back to my small courtyard where he lived alone in the mountains.
I healed his wounds, healed his illness, waited for him to wake up, and raised him for a few more days, until he could get out of bed, and I wanted to send him away, so I asked him, "What about your family? "
He didn't answer me with a blank face.
I asked again, "Where is your hometown?"
He still didn't answer me with a blank face.
I sighed and wanted to send him to a mortal village outside the mountain, where I could just live with the family and let him live a peaceful and stable life, but he suddenly held my hand.
I turned to look at him, only to see panic in his eyes, looking at him uneasily: "Are you going to lose me?"
He held my hand extremely tightly. His palms were burning hot, just the opposite of mine. I lived too long, and I lost a lot of warm feelings in my heart and a lot of warm temperature in my body. I was originally Bo Liang, but looking at him at that time, for some reason, moved my heart of compassion.
Maybe... because the boy's eyes are too good-looking. Maybe it's because his voice is so good.
In the end, I kept him and became his master, without questioning his past or exploring his past. I told him that when I entered my door, the past was gone. He promised me, so I believed him.
I have a very simple idea. Now raise an apprentice and practice for a hundred years. No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to achieve something. Then the apprentice can inherit my spells, inherit my mantle, and use my name as my name. Another way to spread in the world. When I think about my name still being mentioned in the Three Realms a hundred years after my death, I also feel a great sense of accomplishment when I think about it.
But in the end, it turns out that all simple wishes are naive.
And my young apprentice, with the spells he learned, burned my innocence to pieces.
Qinghan learned spells faster than I thought, even faster than I was in the past. He has mastered the things he has learned for five years, and he has mastered it in three or two months. Completely spare no effort.
And the consequence of this kind of teaching is that although Qinghan can't beat me, he is familiar with all my habits and can understand the thoughts and thoughts behind all my little expressions.
Then a hundred years later... He plotted against me, knocked me out, stole my divine sword, and went out of the mountain.
I was angry that he betrayed me, even more angry that he dared to do something to me, and that he actually won me! And the most angry and most angry is that such a young apprentice died unexpectedly after going out to seek revenge.
I can't even say sorry to me...