I was still a child, Ziyue was my name, my father and those masters always said that I was talented, and I didn't give me toys since I was a child, and I envied those little partners. They said that I was born noble and couldn't play with them, but I felt that they all had hands, feet and heads, and what was the difference.

I'm only 5 years old this year, and I'm still smiling like that, they all have toys to play with, why don't I.

But my father was sometimes quite good, he would teach me calligraphy, teach me to play the piano, and teach me to blow the flute. These good ideas are the honors that others can't ask for.

Especially those concubines, as long as their father looked at them, their hearts were full of joy and joy. Looking at their watery eyes, my father seemed to have never been moved or distressed.

I once asked my father, "Do you have a heart?"

After asking this question, my father told me that I should meditate when I practice, otherwise I would easily go mad and the consequences would be unimaginable. I understand my father when I think about it.

"But, why can't Erchen cultivate?"

My father told me meaningfully: "Because I am still young and my body is still like a baby, I can't cultivate, if you force me to cultivate, I may explode and die, if Ziyue explodes and dies, then I am really alone." ”

Hearing my father's words, I knew that I was different from others, although I was ignorant, I still vaguely understood.

I just want to grow up quickly, cultivate quickly, and don't let my father have weaknesses!

"But Father, how can I grow up quickly?"

My father replied to me thoughtfully: "If you want to grow up, if you want to cultivate, you have to break your heart, break your lifeline, break your bones, abolish life and death, and go against the sky......

But I'm obviously good by my father's side, my father is so powerful, I can also share my father's worries in other things.

My father smiled slightly, touched my head, didn't say a word, and walked away.

I also wrote the word "meditation" with a brush

I stared at it for a long, long time, so long that I fell asleep on my stomach, and in my sleep it seemed as if my father had come again.

I rubbed my eyes, looked around with my peripheral vision, and went back to sleep.

The cultivator of "Soul Returns to Heavenly City" should meditate is hitting in his hand, please wait for a while,

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