A girl who was only six or seven years old was in the arms of a white-haired man wearing Taoist robes, looking at everything around her with curious eyes.

This is the first time she has left the mountain gate.

When she was a child, all she could remember was a small temple, two side rooms next to the temple, and a kitchen.

The roof of the temple is leaky, and on rainy days, rainwater will always fall down like a curtain of beads.

The room on the left is her room with her two sisters.

She didn't know what sister meant, but her teacher asked her to call her sister, so she did.

The room on the right was the room of her father and brothers. She also didn't know what brother meant, so she just shouted along with others.

There is always a fragrant smell coming from the kitchen.

She sneaked in several times, but she never discovered where the Xiangxiang smell came from. Only after her brothers and senior teacher entered, the Xiangxiang smell came, and she knew that it would not be long next.

Then you can have delicious food.

Two sisters, three brothers, old father, four high red walls and a big tree, this was the world she saw.

This is also the world she thinks she is.

No matter spring, summer or autumn or winter, hot or cold, strong wind or heavy rain.

This is all she can see.

She didn't like the four high red walls.

But my brother and sister said it was necessary.

Then she is willing to try to like it.

She saw that her sisters and brothers were always thinking about something day after day, and occasionally they would randomly shoot a ball of light that made her feel hotter than summer, or made her feel colder than winter.

Whenever this happens, she will happily clap, laugh, scream and jump.

She also wants to learn.

But her teacher told her that she was still too young and needed to read more classics to understand the principle of "Heaven follows Tao, and Tao follows nature."

Then she would ask: Master, what is cumin? Is it delicious?

The old teacher smiled and shook his head, and then reached out to touch her head.

Then she became unhappy.

Because the same is true for sisters and brothers.

She wants to grow up.

When you grow up, you won't be patted on the head or told that you are still young, and then you will understand the delicious cumin.

And then.

One day.

The tall red wall fell down.

Many strange things rushed in from behind the collapsed wall.

The brothers and sisters rushed forward.

She was put under the table in the temple, covered with a curtain, and the surroundings were dark. She could only hear all kinds of strange screams and smell a foul smell.

She wanted to get out.

But then I thought about what my teacher told her when he asked her to hide here.

As long as she can stay here until her master comes back, she will be old enough to eat delicious cumin.

She doesn't like darkness.

I don't like the smell either.

But she wants to eat delicious cumin.

I want to take pictures of hot light and cold air like my brothers and sisters.

Then she fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she was held by her teacher and left the mountain gate, looking at everything curiously.

She smelled the stinking smell again.

It was passed down from the hands of my master.

She saw the same red as the wall and the same smell as the wall.

It's just more vivid than the red color of the wall, and the smell is stronger than the wall.

She felt that she still couldn't like him.

She asked: Where are my brothers and sisters?

The teacher said they were asleep.

She said: Oh.

Then, with her black hair, she followed her white-haired teacher and walked a long way to another mountain gate.

She came to another master and handed her hand to another person.

The old teacher said: Zhao Jiamin, you have to be good.

She just raised her head, a little confused.

She looked at the old master with a serene smile, and then at the new master with a serious smile. She nodded: I will be good.

Then she saw her senior teacher closed his eyes and fell asleep.

That was the first time she knew.

It turns out that sleeping like this is called death.

That red color is called blood.

That stinking smell is called blood.

She didn't cry.

There was no fuss either.

She promised her teacher that she would be good.

She said: Zhao Jiamin will be good.

The new master didn't teach her about light and energy.

After all, she still didn't get the delicious cumin.

She just picked up a long piece of wood.

The new master said: This is a wooden sword.

Then, there was a new brother.

The new master said: This is senior brother.

What is the difference between senior brother and older brother?

She doesn't understand.

Then, she became a big girl from a little girl.

The wooden sword in his hand was constantly replaced.

First the iron sword, then the magic sword, and finally the flying sword.

She not only has senior brothers, but also senior sisters.

But she still doesn't understand, what is the difference between senior brother and senior sister, and brother and sister?

But fortunately, her senior brother took good care of her.

The eldest brother is very gentle, gentler than her brothers. She likes the eldest brother the most.

Every time her senior brother told her she was stupid, she would feel a little sad.

She worked really hard.

She is afraid of heights.

But the senior brother said, how can I, a sword cultivator, be afraid of heights?

She gritted her teeth and fell from three meters to five meters, then from five meters to ten meters, and was bruised all over her body.

With her eyes closed, she rose from three meters to five meters, and from five meters to ten meters, rising with fear.

She didn't know how long it took her to finally be able to step on the flying sword and rise to a height of one hundred meters, and then overlook the earth beneath her feet.

She will still be afraid.

It can only rise high in the sky, but it dare not move.
To be continued...