There are always a few people in life that you care about, whether they are close relatives or confidants. They laugh, you laugh. They cry, and you cry too. When they are in danger, you will be worried, you will be afraid, you will be uneasy, and you will pick up all the courage, tear off all the disguises, and rescue them without hesitation. They are your heaven, and you are not their heaven.

The same is true for Luo Tian.

He didn't know his birthday, he didn't even know what day he was picked up by the man who never told him. How can a madman who only knows how to drink all day long remember the years?

Luo Tian grew up on sip of spicy wine, and the man was surprised, he didn't expect that wine could also feed people. Therefore, that person made more and more wine, from childhood to adulthood, Luo Tian also drank more and more. What does milk taste like? Luo Tian really doesn't know.

But that person never seemed to care about Luo Tian's life or death. He never shouted "Luo Tian, go home for dinner" at the door of his house; he never sewed a piece of clothing or accepted a shoe sole for Luo Tian; and he did not take a bath or rub Luo Tian's back once. He only knew that he forced Luo Tian to practice his sword day after day, and every time he would hold a rattan in the back and stare at Luo Tian's ass fiercely, perhaps, that was the only place he liked.

100 times a day, 500 times a day, 1,000 times a day...... As Luo Tian grew up, Luo Tian stabbed the sword more and more often, but the rattan scar on his butt never lost half a point. That person would always smoke the rattan fiercely, while angrily counting Luo Tian's wrongs, and boasting about how talented and outstanding he was when he practiced swords when he was a child. Slowly, Luo Tian got tired of listening, and the person was tired of talking, the rattan fell on his buttocks, and he began to scold Luo Tian bluntly, "Why are you so stupid? Which girl offended God and gave birth to such a stupid person as you?" Luo Tian's tears began to fall down one by one, and finally once, Luo Tian mustered up the courage to retort: "I don't have a mother." The man was visibly stunned, "yes, you dog bastard." The rattan whipping sounded louder.

Luo Tian and the little sister learned to chop wood to cook rice, learned to sew clothes, learned to mend the house with mud, and learned to pluck the man's beard. The man's beard was messy, his face was dirty, and his clothes were crumpled, Luo Tian didn't seem to have seen that person wash his face or change his clothes, and the most he saw was that person holding a wine jar under the crooked neck tree at the door, drinking while babbling, "Good wine, good wine." ”

Yes, the man had no wine glass, no wine jugs, only wine jars that had lost their paint.

Therefore, Luo Tian and the little junior sister have another lot of fun, they will do everything possible to find the person's wine jar, as if they can find it no matter where it is hidden. Tearing apart those simple mud marks, the little junior sister would always rush to drink a little, but every time those drinks would be very bad, Luo Tian would put a toad in it, or sprinkle a soak of urine.

The man would carefully open the jar every time, and the folds of excitement on his face were like those of a female monkey in heat on a tree. He would lift the whole jar with his hands and pour it into his mouth, then his face would start to turn green, his throat would start to gag, and then he would skillfully take off his shoes and chase Luo Tian all over the mountain.

The rattan was broken hundreds of them, half of them were deliberately broken by Luo Tian, and half of them were broken by that person.

But Luo Tian never hated him, not even a word of complaint. After thousands of stabbing swords every day, Luo Tian would always fall asleep like a pig, but the next day he would get up vigorously, until many years later, Luo Tian slowly remembered a picture: that person always came to Luo Tian's room quietly in the middle of the night like a thief, dipped the little sister's rag clumsily in the hot stream, and swiped Luo Tian's ass over and over again, and then spit out a few mouthfuls of grass blades that had been chewed for a long time and attached them to it, and the earth-colored hands began to pinch Luo Tian's arms and legs again. "It should be kept like a beast. The man quietly walked out of the room again.

Later, Luo Tian and the little junior sister went to Canglan City for the first time, and Luo Tian bought something for the first time, but it was a teapot. The teapot has one ear, but it is the most inferior color. That day, when Luo Tian was still practicing his sword, the man began to yawn slowly, and then groped around as usual. Luo Tian handed the teapot to the man like a trick, and said, "Thirsty, take a sip?"

The man smiled, and for the first time in his life, he used a teapot to fill wine in his mouth, licked his lips, and praised Luo Tian: "Well, it tastes good." Then, the rattan fell on Luo Tian's ass again, "Steal your mother's laziness and practice your sword!"

From then on, every time the man drank, he would habitually say, "If you are thirsty, take a sip." ”

Later, Luo Tian was poisoned by blood overnight, and that person invited a large group of people to diagnose and treat Luo Tian for the first time, which was the most lively time in the back mountain since Luo Tian could remember. That person went to the land of the sea of clouds, Luo Tian didn't know what the land of the sea of clouds was, but he guessed that it must be far, far away, otherwise that person would have returned to the back mountain a long time ago, but if he didn't beat Luo Tian for a day, his heart would itch very much.

He hadn't seen him for eight years, but Luo Tian had broken hundreds of rattans, and he really wanted that person to whip him again.

Day after day, Luo Tian finally received the man's first letter home on a cloudy day. He thought that that person's cultivation was so powerful, it must be that there must be thousands of ghosts, and the demons were disgusted, and he had been looking forward to seeing that person again.

However, in the secret realm of Xiaolou in the Wuji diagram, the sentence "If you are thirsty, take a sip" came out of the mouths of the two dolls. How could Luo Tian's heart calm down again? He didn't know what kind of entanglement that person was involved in what Hidden Sect, he didn't know how that person had obviously gone to the Land of the Sea of Clouds, and how he had arrived in the Hidden Sect again, but he knew that that person must be very sad now, otherwise why would he keep just muttering a sentence?

What kind of torture is he suffering? Who is he suffering for? Luo Tian faintly thought of something, he wasn't sure if this had something to do with his life experience, whether it had something to do with the "Yanzi" in the mouth of black and white impermanence, he would rather believe that person was going to the Hidden Sect as a guest.

However, is this possible? Will the guest be imprisoned? Luo Tian even suspected that the message that person sent to him was deliberately to let him leave the back mountain, maybe the back mountain was already in trouble, and the person was lying to himself and Xue'er to leave.

Blood was still dripping in his heart, and scenes flashed in front of Luo Tian's eyes, how could the tears drain up?" "Master, are you okay?"