Chapter 7 — I Missed Sleeping With Master

From a few fragmentary words of another person, try to piece together that person's past. Teenage genius, famous at a young age.

“The sword cultivators like to show off the most, they really don't use any means to show off!”

“Every time he breaks a tree branch with his hands, he also says that heaven and earth are vast, all things can be made into swords.”

There are also people who silently complain and grit their teeth.

“Your mouth is poisonous and you want to die.”

“It's also said that only those who cultivate the sword and flying can have pioneering path bones, others standing on the sword look like planting onions in a golden pot and a jade pot.”

I hate being born too early. I also hate that I was born too late. It is impossible to see the sky-high style when you are young, you can only rely on a few words from others to over and over again imagine your wild and arbitrary appearance. That dot of light from a firefly that people say is unimportant is actually the first ray of light we touch amidst the chaos. I raised my eyes to look at him, my eye sockets heating up.

“Tham So Bach.”

“On what basis does someone decide for me that it is not important?”

16

In the past, I counted the days waiting for Tham So Bach to return. But what was waiting was the news that the person was seriously injured and had to go into seclusion. I want to tell you that when you are not here, I still practice diligently. Every time we take an assessment, we come out on top. But people don't care. That's right, people have never cared before.

“Loc Nam.”

Tham So Bach called me as he was about to leave. Hoarse voice:

"The me I used to be was not as good as you imagined. The me I am today is lacking in cultivation, and I am even more unworthy of your affection."

I won't turn back. No one knows what Tham So Bach's squad went through that year. Tien Minh used the highest level of confidentiality to seal the file. I used to ask around and inquire, but Tham So Bach kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word. At night, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I pushed open the door to Tham So Bach's room. Moonlight flowed in through the bars of the door, Tham So Bach was sleeping very peacefully. I put out my finger and penetrate your consciousness. I want to see what caused Tham So Bach to become the way he is today.

17

I thought about many possibilities, but I didn't expect that year to be so disastrous. I took on the identity of Tham So Bach and relived the tragedy of the past. The usually gentle senior brother now had his eyes swallowed by evil thoughts, only filled with resentment, staring at me. He screamed, every word filled with distorted unwillingness.

“Why can't I be as good as you no matter how hard I try?”

“Why have I practiced hard for many years, but have never once won against you?”

“It would be nice if you died.”

Finally, I understand the secret sealed by Tien Minh, and also understand why Tham So Bach never mentioned the past. That was not a test at all. There are insiders in Tien Minh's senior class. This was a meticulously plotted death plot, aimed directly at Tham So Bach and his teammates. In the array of eyes, there is hidden the evil energy of Food Dao, which specializes in gnawing at the monk's heart, magnifying all the unwillingness, jealousy and ambition deep in his heart. No one can escape from those who enter this place. The formation forces people's demonic minds to emerge, forces people to fall, and forces their peers to fight each other. The monk brothers who once discussed the teachings together, practiced swords together, and grew up together were controlled by evil spirits and turned their faces against each other. each other. The sword is the sword of the same sect, the sword is the sword of the ancestors. Everyone is selfless and can only swing their blades at each other. In the mountain cave, the killing did not stop, the screams continued endlessly. Each living person fell one by one, familiar faces were stained with blood and withered away. Bodies were all over the ground, the smell of blood was overwhelming. After one round of killing comes another round of killing. The powerful elite squad of the past, some died, some were devastated. When we reached the end, there was only the color of blood and desolation left in front of us. Such a large team, each floor was filtered, gradually killing each other. In the end, only Kieu Ung and Tham So Bach remained. Kieu Ung's expression was tired.

“This place is too dangerous, please go out first.”

“What about you?”

I heard myself ask. Kieu Ung smiled bitterly, brushed her messy hair from her eyes, revealing a pair of bright red pupils.

"I don't seem to be able to walk anymore. Having personally killed my fellow disciples who stayed by my side day and night, how can there be no waves in my heart?"

"I always regret it. If I had been a little more careful when starting out, wouldn't everything have happened?"

She shook her head, only absolute calm remained in her eyes.

"Little junior brother, I'm preparing to seal this place. You go out and cooperate with me."

“So you will also die.”

Not waiting for me to refuse, she raised her hand and pushed me out. Spiritual energy is released, using the soul as the conductor. The internal and external battles are connected. The moment the formation ended, I heard Kieu Ung's laughter. It was filled with sadness and guilt.

“Sorry.”

"In the end, I still leave you alone to bear everything."

From then on, the survivors had to carry everything on their backs, year after year of suffering.