I love to spout nonsense, and I've suffered quite a bit for it.

　　But I never change.

　　"You, claiming to be superior, are disrespectful and could be executed." I landed on top of him, my elbows pressing against his chest, feeling very stiff and intense.

　　Underneath him was a cushioned carriage board, and I was on top of him, in this enclosed carriage.

　　It was a bit hot, a bit inappropriate.

　　But it seems like I'm not the one who's shy.

　　"Get up." Cangguan's handsome face was now flushed with anger, his lips moving, red and white, he looked quite good.

　　"No." I grinned, and even used my finger to touch his chin.

　　"You pulled me in, so now it's your turn to get up." "Do you know the saying, 'Inviting a god is easy, but sending one back is difficult!'" But I seemed to have forgotten that his internal energy had mostly recovered by now.

　　So when he flipped me over and I hit the ground, my head was buzzing.

　　Truly worthy of being the young lord of the Ming Jiang Sect, very fierce.

　　Now it's my turn to be pinned down by him.

　　The ground cushion was thin, and the hard wooden board was hurting my back.

　　His hair was messed up by me, a few strands fell onto my face.

　　Like a cat scratching.

　　It smells quite nice.

　　The atmosphere was slightly romantic.

　　"It seems your power has really recovered." I tried to break free from his hand holding me to the ground, but there was no movement.

　　In his jet-black pupils, there was a hint of anger, a trace of unease, and a dash of helplessness.

　　In this situation, whoever had a thin face would lose.

　　So I added fuel to the fire.

　　"Did you ever think about what your fate would be like when you were a child?" "...

　　" "What kind of girl do you like..." "...

　　Can you shut up?" "Then let go of me first." He squeezed my wrist, causing pain.

　　Then he muttered some dirty words under his breath that I couldn't hear clearly, turned over, sat up, and pulled me up.

　　He's so rude! "Go outside and drive the carriage! Don't bother me!" He's too fierce, too fierce.

　　I held back my laughter, bent down and retreated, lifting up the curtain and going outside.

　　He slammed the carriage door from the inside, and before I could move my head away, it was caught in the door.

　　"Hisss..." The young lord has such a bad temper, it's really hard to serve him.

　　Completely unaware that it's all my own doing.

　　Well, there's nothing I can do, I've had a little bit of a problem since I was young.

　　Qunyu deeply understands this.

　　Cangguan knew that talking to me would only make him angry, so he closed his eyes and rested, ignoring me.

　　I idly held the reins and looked at the scenery along the road.

　　This horse is quite good, it hasn't fallen into a ditch yet.

　　It's worth it.

　　...

　　Halfway through the journey.

　　The day was getting late, and we arrived at a place where there was no village or shop nearby.

　　We had to rest in the mountains in the middle of the night.

　　The horse was tied to a tree, and the carriage was parked in a hidden place.

　　Beside it, a bonfire was lit, with a wild rabbit roasting on top.

　　The two of us waited for the rabbit to cook, in this rare moment of calm, without saying much.

　　The weather was turning cooler, approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　It was still a bit cold in the middle of the night, so I took a sip of wine.

　　The flames and the good wine dispelled the cold.

　　I didn't expect it would be Cang Guan who spoke first.

　　He said, "The immortal really has a discerning eye, taking in an exceptional disciple." For a moment, I didn't know if he was praising or insulting me.

　　"What do you mean by that?" He pondered and replied, "I have never seen someone like you before." "Very special." How special? Does seeing me make you want to beat me up? His face, illuminated by the firelight, inexplicably appeared gentle.

　　I poked the firewood and said, "I am originally exceptional." "Although he is indeed exceptional as well." Many years after the immortal departed, his disciples continue to cause trouble in the mortal realm.

　　"..." I swayed the wine jug, hesitatingly said with half a voice, "Both Qunyu and I were picked up by our master." Cang Guan sat quietly beside me, looking at me with some surprise, but didn't say anything.

　　...

　　In those years, our master traveled the four corners of the world and happened to encounter a village on the border that was being massacred by bandits.

　　The butchers looted food and possessions, stepping on fresh blood and minced meat.

　　I was less than ten years old at the time, lost amidst the sea of corpses.

　　My family died tragically, and my playmates were torn apart.

　　Fear was certainly useless.

　　I picked up the kitchen knife in my house and as the thieves were ransacking our rice jar, I swung the blade towards the back of one of them.

　　The blade got stuck.

　　I cut halfway through his neck, and blood splattered all over my face.

　　He wasn't dead yet.

　　His limbs convulsed, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at me.

　　I calmly pulled out the rusty axe from his hand and hacked his head a few more times.

　　It's harder to chop off a human head than a piece of wood.

　　That was the only thought in my mind at the time.

　　At that moment, I heard an old voice say, "Little girl, you have a heavy aura of killing intent." I was greatly shocked and turned my head, trembling, to see an old man with graying hair.

　　He carried two swords on his back and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

　　Sloppy and carefree.

　　He didn't look like a good person either.

　　But he drew one of the swords and in a few breaths, killed all the bandits without hesitation.

　　Killing without blinking an eye.

　　I followed behind him, stumbling with every step, tripping over corpses multiple times.

　　The old man smiled at me, wiped the bloodied sword on his robe casually, sheathed it with no regard for cleanliness.

　　"Little girl, why are you following me?" I looked up at him, intending to express my gratitude for saving my life and ask him to take me as his disciple.

　　But as the words came out, they became, "I like the name of your sword." On the blood-soaked hilt of that sword were two characters carved: Drunkard.

　　The old man burst into laughter three times and asked, "And what is your name?" I whispered, "Yao Tai." He marveled, stroking his beard as he looked at me.

　　"What a destiny! What a destiny!" I didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't explain further.

　　He casually brought me back to Mount Bu Zhou.

　　There was a snotty-nosed little boy in the mountains named Qunyu.

　　Is this fate? Covered in blood, expressionless, I seemed difficult to get along with.

　　When Qunyu was also young, he saw my dirty and bloody appearance and screamed in fear, hiding behind our master, his eyes wide like a startled rabbit.

　　I stood beside him with a cold face, thinking he was so childish.

　　Our master pulled Qunyu in front of me and said, "Quickly greet your junior sister." The little brat hesitantly asked what my name was.

　　I said my name was Yao Tai.

　　He shouted loudly, his face turning red, and yelled, "Why did you learn to give me a name?" I'm really sorry, I haven't read any books, so how could I learn to give you a name? ...

　　Anyway, I settled down in Mount Buzhou.

　　There's an old man and two children in the mountains.

　　When I was a child, I always had a sour face, as if everyone owed me money.

　　The master sighed and said, "Xiaoyao Tai is so cute, you should smile more." But I didn't have many happy things.

　　Should I plan to press the jade beads on the ground? Does finishing a book in ten days count? Does digging up the good wine buried by the master in the back mountains count? I asked the master.

　　The master fell silent and helplessly said, "Sure!" ...

　　Speaking of this, Caoguan said with some surprise, "I didn't expect that you would be so different from when you were a child." I tore the rabbit and raised my eyebrows, asking, "Has it become better or worse?" His eyes were dim and unclear in the firelight, and he hummed, "Who knows." In my laughter, he uncomfortably took a bite of the rabbit leg.

　　I continued, "Later, when I learned to read and write, I found out the origins of the jade beads and my name." "That is truly fate." I once asked the master if what he sought was to help others in times of injustice.

　　To eliminate all injustices in the world, there is only one sword.

　　Holding his wine, the master drunkenly said, "No, I am not a saint." "What I seek is just to kill one person every ten steps and not leave a trace for a thousand miles." A sword is a weapon of harm.

　　After speaking, I turned my head to look at Caoguan.

　　Unexpectedly, he stared at the wine in my hand.

　　When I thought he was going to say something profound, he raised his own jug and saluted me from a distance.

　　"What for?" I propped my chin with my hand and looked at him puzzled.

　　He didn't say a word.

　　He just drank for himself.

　　This wine is a bit strong, his eyes became unfocused, the water shone, and his lips became moist.

　　Sparkling.

　　I looked at his profile and felt a moment of trance.

　　The night was alluring.

　　I sighed and felt a bit of a headache.

　　I suddenly remembered that my head was indeed hit by a door today on the carriage.