Chapter 6 Past
It’s a pity that the second apprentice didn’t take a single bite.

Even though he didn't eat, he still sat there stubbornly and watched the two girls eat, staring at him with a defensive look from time to time.

It seems that the difficulty of conquering the second apprentice is still the greatest.

After dinner, it was already late at night.

The eldest disciple was already feeling a little sleepy. They had gone out to help out before dawn in the morning, and now they were at the age of growing up and becoming sleepy. After eating, they felt a little sleepy.

Jiang He originally wanted to chat more with his disciples, but after seeing this scene he gave up the idea.

Too much is as bad as too little. It is better to keep your apprentices in a warm state. Excessive care will easily make them suspicious.

After instructing several disciples to go to bed early, Jiang He returned to his room.

The first day of the immortal cultivation world passed just like this.

When I first came to this world, I was afraid, confused and uneasy, but I also had a hidden sense of superiority as a time traveler, and I couldn't help but fantasize about how to kill everyone and take revenge.

But when he really came into contact with all aspects of this world, he suddenly realized that everyone here was a living person with flesh and blood, not just cold words written on paper, and he was just one of the countless living beings.

There is also an inexplicable sense of responsibility.
Jiang He concentrated his mind, suppressed the random thoughts in his mind, and took out a wooden box from the secret compartment under the bed.

The wooden box was dark red, with paint peeling off in some places, indicating its age. The word "忍" (tolerance) was engraved on it in large numbers.

This was the last asset of my predecessor. After his family was broken up, he left his hometown with the wooden box.

As my fingers gently stroke the mottled engravings on the box, long-lost memories of its predecessor come to my mind.

Joy, pain, guilt, hatred, perseverance, all the way to the final decadence.

At the age of nineteen, he was at the fourth level of Qi training, full of youthful vigor. He secretly disdained his father - as a foundation-building cultivator, he spent all day drawing talismans at his desk, without any ambition.

With the expectation of gaining experience in the outside world, he quietly slipped out of the house despite his parents' opposition.

After two years of training, he had never experienced the so-called adventures and secret realms described in novels and stories. Without the support of his parents, his cultivation was difficult to advance.

He set out on the journey home in despair and met a beautiful female cultivator. He was attracted by her beauty and took the initiative to make friends with her. They had a very pleasant conversation.

He thought he had met his destined love and was going home together. To his great surprise, the female cultivator agreed to become his Taoist partner.

He originally thought that he would be blamed by his parents for leaving without saying goodbye, but he unexpectedly saw his parents' joy after returning home. Looking at his parents' faces which had become much more haggard in the past two years, he secretly made up his mind to be filial to them in the future.

However, on that day, while the food and wine were still steaming, the female cultivator took advantage of her father's drunkenness and unpreparedness and chopped off his head with a sword. The head fell on the table, breaking the spirit wine, and the wine soaked her father's hair and beard.

His mother risked her life to protect him, which allowed him to escape.

He came to Qingmu City to live a miserable life, vowing never to touch women again and to avenge his revenge. Relying on the inheritance given to him by his father that day, he settled in Nanfang City and practiced day and night.

Until he was thirty years old, he was only one step away from the late stage of Qi training, and he had a promising future in building a foundation, and he was full of ambition and pride.

However, he unexpectedly met the female cultivator who was still in the perfect stage of Qi training, and she was also in Qingmu City. Now she is the guest elder of Wuya Sect and is in the late stage of foundation building.

And she no longer knew him.

Damn the author of the story, for deceiving him when he was young. Damn the seductress, for seducing him with her sex.
He lay decadently in a cold, abandoned alley, with only rats waiting for him all day long.

Until a little beggar accidentally discovered him, and came to see him for several days. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage to approach him.

"Hey, man, why are you crying here every day?"

The little beggar touched his head pretending to be old-fashioned. Her clothes were tattered but neat and clean.

Although he is skinny, his big eyes are very bright and full of life.

"Are you hungry? I'll give you half of this cake. It was given to me by Aunt Wang~" She frowned with heartache, but without hesitation she broke a dry cake in half and handed him half.

Children only know that being hungry makes people uncomfortable, and have never imagined that there is a kind of pain that is more uncomfortable than dying of hunger.

He ate half of the pancake silently. After being hungry for more than ten days, he now felt that the mundane food that he had sneered at in the past was so delicious.

He reached out and snatched the other piece of cake from the little beggar and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The little beggar was not angry. Instead, he squatted on the ground, propped up his little face, and looked at him wolfing down his food with his big eyes curved into crescents. He said, "Eat. You'll be happy when you're full."

"You're not full, why are you so happy?"

How come she still looks so happy after I snatched her last bit of food?

My stomach is obviously deflated with hunger.

"Because ~ my mother once said: Be cautious and your heart will be at peace; be respectful and your body will be strong; seek kindness and people will be pleased; practice hard work and the gods will admire you."

The little beggar frowned and said with a bit of pride:

"My mother never lies to me. Today I will teach this to my uncle. Don't cry every day in the future. I have never cried since I was a child!"

He admires his mother so much, but isn't she still a little beggar?

He pretended to ask casually: "What about your mother?"

The little beggar's smile froze for a moment, and he barely managed to keep the corners of his lips raised:

"Mother said that she was watching me from a distance."

"Your mother lied to you. She's dead."

He exposed it mercilessly, looking forward to the little beggar's next expression.

It must be said that watching a pure and innocent heart being destroyed by himself made him feel the pleasure he had not felt for a long time.

"My mother never lies to me. If she does, it's always for my own good."

The little beggar's strength was beyond his expectations.

She seemed to have understood the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death long ago, and at such a young age, she was already trying to survive alone.

"What's your name? How old are you?" he asked, licking his dry lips.

"My name is Yuanxia~Jiang Yuanxia, ​​I'm six years old."

She returned to her previous cheerful tone, having forgotten the unhappiness just now.

"Actually, I am a monk. Are you willing to be my apprentice?" He demonstrated his magic, and the little beggar's eyes lit up.

"It turns out there are really experts among the old beggars. Doing good things will also be rewarded. It seems that my mother has never lied to me."

He held Jiang Yuanxia's hand and left the dilapidated temple. He slowly exhaled to calm his body which was trembling with excitement.

Little one, I'm going to teach you that your dead mother has been lying to you all along.

He couldn't wait to destroy all her beliefs.
What followed was endless torture, and Jiang He quickly stopped recalling.

What a blessing! He originally thought that since his eldest disciple was willing to eat the food he cooked, their relationship had improved.

Now thinking back, I realize that the eldest disciple's personality was almost destroyed by him. He would only agree to his requests in a meek manner and did not accept him with all his heart.

(End of this chapter)