Big Head fainted in the illusion.

　　I brought him back, and he clung to my legs, crying with tears and snot: 'It's so miserable.

　　New China is still good.

　　I love my motherland.' Later, I drank flower tea and sat leisurely in front of the door, basking in the sun, while he squatted beside me like a loyal dog.

　　'Miss, didn't Meng Qing use the green bull sord to kill the Head Fly Beast? Why didn't she die?' 'Meng Qing was too anxious.

　　The Green Bull Sword is the transformed form of the Qingxiu demon Qi Ling by Murong Zhao.

　　The sword aura is not righteous.

　　It was originally kept in the Cangnan Mountain.

　　After Amon's death, she couldn't wait and took the sword in advance.' After the Head Fly Beast was included, I felt depressed for a while because I hadn't heard Murong Zhao's name mentioned for a long, long time.

　　In fact, I have met Meng Qing before.

　　I was fourteen years old back then, still in the Yindu.

　　He came with the name of Zhan Wei Dao Ren and accompanied the Great Qin Historian Tian Guan Shen Liu to find Murong Zhao.

　　Murong Zhao transformed the Qi Ling of the Qingxiu demon in the Shishui River and named it the Green Bull Sword, capable of killing the Loutou clan.

　　The Shishui River was turbulent, with grievances soaring, sinister and chilling.

　　Murong Zhao possessed extraordinary power, suppressing the grievances in the river.

　　The shadow of the graceful orchid and jade tree, such a powerful existence, shocked him.

　　Unfortunately, Murong Zhao could never leave the Yindu.

　　There were vehicles passing by on the street, occasionally sounding car horns.

　　The sun was bright, and civilization prevailed.

　　It was a surreal feeling.

　　Big Head asked, 'What kind of existence is the Yindu? And what kind of person is Murong Zhao?' Zhang Dadao had a bit of a gossiping mentality.

　　Usually, I wouldn't pay attention to him, but today I suddenly wanted to talk about my master, Murong Zhao."

　　I said, "Yindu has existed since the Yin Dynasty, it was previously under the jurisdiction of the Zhou Emperor and later under the jurisdiction of the Qin King.

　　No matter how chaotic the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were, no one would touch it because Yindu's existence was always a secret."

　　"I know, there is a river below the city, sealing monsters," I nodded.

　　"The true history of King Zhou is much more terrifying than what you know.

　　Almost all kinds of monsters and demons participated in the Battle of Muye.

　　At that time, all living beings suffered, and Kanghui brought the water from the Shishu Mountain to Yindu.

　　Zhongshan Zhinuo, the son of the Yin God Zhongshan, was sacrificed to the Spirit River for killing the Heavenly God Baojiang.

　　From then on, the Spirit River became the container for sealing evil spirits."

　　"As for Murong Zhao, he is me, someone I used to know but can never meet again." In my old and yellowed journal, I opened the first page, and it was written like this: "During the Qin Dynasty in the southwest, there was a city called Yindu, and there was a river below the city, trapping countless monsters." "The Yindu King had a daughter, and the state had a witch named Zuzhu.

　　Zuzhu would sacrifice to the river, and the princess would be locked away."

　　Big Head once asked me why I kept a journal.

　　Now I want to tell him that it's because I have lived for such a long, long time.

　　Even gods and immortals have a day of demise, and I fear that one day I will forget.

　　A very long time ago, I was not called Wang Zhiqiu.

　　I was born during the Warring States period, and I don't remember if I was originally from the Qi State or the Qin State.

　　Deep in my memory, there were wars, plagues, hunger, and death.

　　I was displaced, and all living beings suffered.

　　It seems that my parents died due to the wars, but I vaguely remember that they may have died from a plague.

　　In any case, I have forgotten.

　　I only remember that I wandered in the Qin State as a child, barefoot and barely clothed.

　　At that time, I fell ill, dirty and weak, trembling on the street.

　　My only friend, Douzi, wanted to take me to a clinic, but he was also a little beggar and got entangled with an official for money and ended up being crushed by the official's carriage.

　　I remember that I was close to death at that time.

　　In a daze, I saw a noble carriage passing by on the street and struggled to stand up, then rushed towards it.

　　I was a person with integrity and wanted to protest against them for killing my friend.

　　Sitting in the carriage were the Great Qin Celestial Official Shen Liugong and the Yindu King's family member, Zhong Lishi, who had come to Qin to receive his appointment.

　　Logically, the next plot should be Shen Liugong taking me in and me becoming a disciple in the heavenly palace.

　　However, there was another young man dressed in a fox fur cloak beside the Yindu King at that time.

　　I still remember that the fur was silver, untainted by any dust.

　　The man wore a jade crown, tied up his hair, had slender eyebrows and eyes, thin red lips, and pitch-black eyes like ink.

　　He was the most handsome person I had ever seen, his skin extremely fair, like a celestial being.

　　My master, Murong Zhao, was such a gentle person.

　　When I was still a little beggar with blood flowing down my head, he took off his cloak and wrapped me in a warm and clean silver fox fur coat, then picked me up and brought me back to Yindu.

　　Later, I asked him once, "Did you decide to take me as your disciple because you thought I had unique qualities?" He replied with an 'ah' and leisurely said, "At that time, I saw your exposed buttocks and found it extremely crude."

　　Well, I was only five years old at the time, and I covered all the necessary areas.

　　If someone saw my buttocks, let them see.

　　Let's just say they watched a monkey.

　　No, let's say I was watched by monkeys.

　　Anyway, Murong Zhao gave me a name, Lianjiang.

　　Later, I raised a cat named Douzi.

　　I was raised as a boy in the Yindusi Palace.

　　I didn't deliberately hide it, but because I had thick eyebrows and big eyes at that time, only the boys' clothes were available in Murong Zhao's palace.

　　So I always wore boy's clothes, tied my hair in a bun, just like his other disciples.

　　At that time, no one knew that I was a girl except for him.

　　Shen Liugong knew, but he was far away in Daqin and couldn't spread the news.

　　Everyone in the palace was male, and growing up in that environment made me think I was just like them.

　　It wasn't until I turned thirteen and experienced my first menstruation that my underwear was stained red.

　　I was scared and didn't even put on my outer pants.

　　I cried and went to the main hall to find him.

　　"Master, my buttocks are sore, I'm bleeding, I'm dying!" At that time, there were several other senior and junior apprentices in the hall.

　　We had a good relationship usually, and they all cared about me.

　　When they heard this, they hurriedly gathered around me.

　　My fourth senior brother said, "Lian Jiang, take off your pants quickly, let me have a look." My ninth junior brother said, "Sixth senior brother, don't be afraid, Master will treat you, just remove it." My fifth senior brother reached out to pull my pants, concerned.

　　Murong Zhao had always been gentle with us, but that day he was unusually angry.

　　He kicked each of them and made them go outside and stand properly.

　　I obediently lay on his couch again and bit my lip, saying, "Master, remove it, but be gentle." Later, he told me it was menstruation and also gave me some basic knowledge about the female body.

　　I didn't understand and asked, "Does this mean everyone will experience menstruation? Have you and the senior brothers gone through it too?" He tricked me and said, "Don't pry into other people's privacy, it's impolite." At the same time, he warned me, "No one should see your private parts, it'll make them suspicious of having an exhibitionist fetish." He misunderstood.

　　Ever since they saw my buttocks when I was five, Murong Zhao said that if it happened again, it would prove that I had an exhibitionist fetish.

　　Since then, I've had a shadow in my heart.

　　I bathe alone, completely separate from my senior brothers.

　　Regarding this, he had touched my head and praised me for doing well.

　　I listened to him, except for the matter of menstruation, I couldn't resist telling my eighth and ninth junior brothers.

　　They were not even ten years old at that time.

　　I told them a secret that when they turned thirteen, they would experience menstruation, bleed a lot, and have stomachaches.

　　But Master would tell them not to be afraid, as it meant they were growing up.

　　They believed me and, on their thirteenth birthday, they nervously and eagerly put on the menstruation belts I gave them, lying in bed the whole day waiting for their menstruation.

　　Another time, I went to the main hall with a dull spirit to find my master Murong Zhao.

　　At that time, he was half lying on the jade couch, supporting his chin and dozing off.

　　He was wearing a black robe, with a high and straight nose, thin lips slightly pursed, and his closed eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of cold weariness.

　　He looked so beautiful when he was asleep, with his black hair flowing, fair skin like jade, and a demeanor that was proud, noble, and yet distant.

　　I looked at him with red eyes for a long time, until he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a moment of coldness flashed in his gaze, making the air in the room chill a bit, terrifying everyone.

　　When he saw it was me, his expression softened again.

　　"Lian Jiang." I choked up and lay down beside him.

　　"Master, do you also have stomachaches when you have your menstruation?" He paused, and a faint crimson color appeared on his face, making him look even more attractive.

　　Later, he made a warm bowl of ginger tea for me.

　　I drank it sluggishly, then nestled into his arms and found a comfortable position to lie down.

　　He said, "Lian Jiang, get up, you have grown up, you can't lie down like this." His body had a pleasant and soothing scent, which made me feel at ease.

　　Upon hearing his words, I nestled closer to him and said, "My stomach hurts, Master, can you hug me?" I came to his side when I was five years old, thin as a monkey, and a sensitive and fragile monkey at that.

　　In my eyes, Murong Zhao was like a savior, showing me a great deal of care.

　　When I was sick, he would hold me and make me sit on his lap, feeding me spoonfuls of medicinal soup.

　　During my childhood, I often had nightmares, and only by sleeping beside him could I find solace.

　　He would often touch my head, his slender and fair fingers flowing smoothly, as if possessing some magical power to calm all my anxieties.

　　I continued to grow like this until one time, Wu Shixiong said he had a nightmare at night and couldn't sleep.

　　I was very happy and suggested that we go to sleep with Master together.

　　As a result, that night, the two of us were thrown out of his sleeping quarters along with our pillows.

　　Since then, Wu Shixiong would complain everywhere about Master's favoritism.

　　Since then, Master no longer allowed me to sleep with him.

　　Everyone said that Lian Jiang was his favorite disciple.

　　Previously, everyone only thought I was the youngest, but then there were disciples even younger than me, the eighth and ninth junior disciples.

　　Master never fed them medicinal soup or slept with them in his arms.

　　Taking advantage of this favoritism, when I was thirteen years old and suffering from stomach pain, I once again lay in his arms, sobbing and saying, "Master, hug me." Just like before, he embraced me in his arms.

　　But I held his hand and placed it inside my clothes.

　　"Master, could you massage my stomach?" He didn't expect my action, and his hand was already pressed against my abdomen.

　　In an instant, he became very strange, as if he had touched a raging fire, and quickly pulled his hand back.

　　I had just felt the warmth of his palm, which was somewhat comforting, but suddenly it was gone.

　　So I looked up at him and said, "Master, could you please massage it for me?" When I had stomach pain in my childhood, he would also massage it for me, but this time he changed, pursed his lips, and a flush spread to his ears.

　　Then he drove me out.

　　After that, I didn't speak to him for three days.