Chapter 359 First Meeting 1
When the girl was five years old, her parents died in a flood.
At that time, she was placed on a wooden basin by her parents, swaying in the turbid flood, and her life was saved only by the monks of Changjianmen.
The monks of Changjianmen looked at her pitiful appearance of being skinny and withered, and weighed her in their hands: "Another one, take her back to the sect."
In recent years, the mortal world has become more and more chaotic.
The common people who can't even get enough food naturally have no intention of cultivating immortals. They are not a big sect, and no royal nobles will come to them to learn, so the recent disciples are orphans picked up from various disasters.
These children can't even get enough food, let alone any wisdom and qualifications.
His master was generous. He accepted her as he said he would, and he would raise as many as he could.
Looking down at the little girl who didn't cry or make a fuss, the young man felt a little pity in his heart. He took out a bun from his storage ring and asked the little girl, "What's your name?"
The little girl's eyes, which were particularly big due to her hunger, lit up the moment she saw the bun. She grabbed it in her arms and swallowed it up before she spoke, "Girl, my name is Yatou."
Her parents couldn't read, so they followed the people in the village and called her Yatou. As for her surname?
Everyone in their village had the surname Gu, and a stone called Yatou would hit several people.
So every night, when parents called Yatou, there would always be the wrong one.
The little girl wiped the oil stains on her dirty clothes. Unfortunately, she was the only one in the village who called her Yatou, and the others were all dead.
Noticing the unusual silence of the little girl, the young man sighed, "What a poor child."
When he went up the mountain, the mortal world was not like this.
But a hundred years passed quickly, and the emperor was a tyrannical one. Heavy taxes and various natural disasters made the people of the world live in misery.
This time when he went down the mountain, he had already sensed the taste of war.
The girl felt the kindness of this man, carefully rubbed his hand, and stared at him with big eyes.
Dad said, escape and survive.
Dad also said, if you can't survive, just find someone to sell yourself, and being a slave is better than dying early.
The girl's dull eyes flashed, she missed her father and her mother.
Mom's pickled duck eggs are especially delicious.
"Master, please be kind and buy me." The girl said to the man, imitating the words in the opera: "I can do anything and I don't eat much."
Thinking of the fragrant meat bun she just ate, she felt a little guilty.
Oh, it's delicious.
The young man's face froze when she said this.
After a moment, he touched the girl's yellow head heavily and said, "I'm not buying you back to be a slave."
"Then what are you going to do?" The girl looked alert. The opera said that some brothels would buy beautiful girls to keep, called... what is called a skinny horse?
But she was skinny and ugly.
She looked around vigilantly, wanting to escape.
"I'm going to cultivate immortality." The disciple of the Long Sword Sect spoke.
"Immortals" the girl looked up in confusion, and after a while she pursed her lips: "There are no immortals in this world."
If there were immortals, how could her village become like this?
If there were immortals, how could there be no rain every year during the drought?
The young man saw rejection in her eyes, chuckled and did not explain much.
A long sword suddenly appeared under his feet, and he took the girl to fly high in the sky.
The turbid flood was getting farther and farther away in the girl's eyes, which made her eyes more admiring.
Is this flying?
She looked up at the immortal-like person again, and finally believed in confusion that there really are immortals in this world.
So she said: "But why don't you come to save us?"
Doesn't the opera say that immortals are all kind?
The young man's hands froze, but he didn't know what to say.
After a while, she only said to the girl: "Cultivating immortals is not really becoming an immortal."
He looked at the rolling flood and said: "If a cultivator interferes in the affairs of the mortal world, what awaits him will be the cause and effect of destruction."
His warm hand touched the girl's hair, and he continued: "If you want to end all this, you can work hard to cultivate and ascend to become an immortal."
He said this to fool the little girl.
God knows, no one has become an immortal in this world for many years.
In their Changjian Sect, the highest-level master is only in the Jindan stage. How could he teach a disciple who became an immortal?
However, the girl in his arms didn't know.
She only heard one sentence, that if the cultivator became an immortal, he could save the mortals, and her parents would not die.
She said crisply: "I will become an immortal."
On the next journey, they found many children in the flood, all of whom were poor children thrown into wooden basins by their families for a ray of hope.
When there was no room for any more kids on the young man's sword, he took a group of kids back to Changjian Sect.
At that time, his fellow apprentices brought more kids.
Looking at the bustling group of peers, the girl felt a subtle sense of comfort in her heart.
The outer disciples of Changjian Sect had experience, and they came out one after another to take a group of dirty kids to wash.
Even the outer disciples wore clothes woven from silk, and the white clothes were very fairy-like.
The girl was put into a bathtub by a gentle sister, who washed away all the dirt on her body and combed her thin yellow hair into two small horns.
Touching the small horns on her head, the girl's eyes were red.
Her mother used to comb her hair like this, but now her mother is gone.
This group of outer disciples were brought back more than ten years ago, and their backgrounds were the same as those of the current group.
The girl who was taking care of the girl knew that she was sad just by looking at her appearance, and she couldn't help but pat her hairy head and said, "It's all in the past. You will never lack food and clothing in the Changjian Sect, and your life will be better than down the mountain."
Compared to the wandering life down the mountain, the Changjianmen, where they can eat and wear warm clothes, is already a paradise on earth.
Not to mention, maybe some people can embark on the path of cultivation and live longer.
The girl nodded: "Well, it will be better."
She pursed her lips and said: "I will work hard to cultivate immortality, and then rescue my parents."
Hearing her words, the little girl who took care of her smiled and said nothing more.
She had the same idea when she entered the Changjianmen.
But cultivating immortality is a romantic and cruel thing. If you don't have immortal bones, you can only enter the Qi training stage and live for a hundred years even if you try your best.
After a long time, the little girl knew that cultivating immortality is not that easy.
By then, she will be like herself.
Touching the little girl's hair, she said, "Okay, you work hard."
Because the master had a furnace of elixir that had not been refined yet, all the little kids had to wait for a few days before they could see him, and could only rest temporarily at the foot of the mountain where the outer disciples were.