After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Actually, I hated Luo Wuchen once.

For a moment, I really hated Luo Wuchen.

I know I shouldn't, but I still can't control myself, and I can't help hating him.

I hate him for accepting me as a disciple and making me a target of public criticism.

Also hate him, put me aside, indifferent.

Since he didn't care about me, why did he accept me?

I have cried and complained, but every time I am wronged, the first person I think of is always Luo Wuchen.

Even though he has only been with me for a few short months, Luo Wuchen is always my respected and attached master.

In the past seven years, I have been looking forward to Master's exit from the test all the time, but I am actually not sure that I can really wait until the Master is out of the test, and I am not sure that the Master will really stand by me after he is out of the test. this side.

I just instinctively hold on to that illusory hope so that I will not fall into complete despair in this dark misery.

Fortunately, fate still has a little mercy on me, there is no endless darkness that really makes me sink, and I can't hold a ray of light.

I finally got it.

Wait until the master leaves the customs.

and……

Master is also willing to believe in me and is willing to help me...

Thinking of this, my mind couldn't help stirring slightly.

Luo Wuchen told Gu Lin to step back, leaving me alone.

Just now, my attention was all on Luo Wuchen and Gu Lin. When I walked over, I realized that there was a deep sword mark on the ground.

Although my strength is weak and my swordsmanship is too clumsy to catch the eye, I also know what is good and what is bad.

For example, this sword mark must have come from a top sword cultivator.

However, the ground was still flat when I came yesterday.

Killing Peak belongs to Sword Master, and here is Luo Wuchen's residence. I really can't think of anyone who can leave a sword mark outside Luo Wuchen's cave without alarming Luo Wuchen.

The only possibility is...

This is the sword mark left by Master.

But as far as I know, Luo Wuchen's sword is seldom out of its sheath, for no reason, why did Master draw out the sword?

Thinking of this, I secretly raised my eyes to take a look at Luo Wuchen.

What is it that deserves his sword?

Luo Wuchen is the most sensitive, I just looked at him, and he suddenly looked at me, I was caught straight, my body trembled instinctively, my eyelashes drooped in a panic, and the eyelashes trembled uneasily.

I'm least used to making eye contact with people.

In the past, if my eyes fell on someone, nine times out of ten it would lead to an unpleasant experience for me. It was common to be pointed at and laughed at, and it was not uncommon to be stopped and targeted.

So I am used to hiding in the corner, and I only look down, without any involvement with anyone.

Luo Wuchen raised his hand, touched my eyelashes lightly, and suddenly spoke, his voice was unwavering, like eternal ice and snow, "Afraid?"

How could I be afraid of him.

It's just that my body is disobedient, and I haven't adjusted back from the habits formed in the past.

Hearing Luo Wuchen's question, I quickly shook my head.

Luo Wuchen caressed my cheek with his fingertips, "You have been wronged all these years."

I still shook my head and replied sullenly, "I'm not wronged."

Wrongedness is naturally wronged.

I originally thought that when Master came out of the customs, I would see the Master I was thinking of, and I couldn't wait to tell him all the grievances I had suffered over the years. Everyone told me over and over again, asking Master to coax me well and vent my anger on me.

But when I really waited for Master to leave the customs, I finally saw Master.

Instead, I couldn't say a word of complaint.

All the grievances were obviously choked in my throat, and I could just open my mouth, but the moment I opened my mouth, I didn't know where to start.

In the end, he swallowed it back into his stomach, leaving only a faint bitterness that could not go away.

But such a thing as grievance, it is impossible to say that there is no such thing.

I said "no grievance" in my mouth, but a sour heat quietly rose in my eye sockets.

Luo Wuchen's fingers rubbed the corners of my Wei Chao's eyes, and said "huh?", as if in disbelief.

I bit my lips embarrassingly, opened my eyes wide, took a deep breath, forced back the disappointing tears, rolled my eyes in a circle in a panic, and changed the subject abruptly: "There is a sword mark on the ground."

"I kept it." Luo Wuchen replied, his tone unwavering.

It is really a master.

"Gu Lin has failed you." Luo Wuchen rubbed the top of my hair with his palm, his movements were gentle and compassionate.

It seems to be explaining to me, and it seems to be coaxing me.

Luo Wuchen's cold voice seemed a little soft.

"Master vented his anger for you, can you be happier?"

I was startled, Master... vent... anger for me?

So, did Gu Lin really get punished just now, and even received a sword from Luo Wuchen?

because……

Gu Lin helped Su Lianyi, not me?

I have never been so valued by others, and my first reaction was that I couldn't believe it, thinking that I had a wonderful dream.

But this is what Master said personally.

Not a dream.

Luo Wuchen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the ice and snow in his eyes only reflected me.

Realizing this, my heart suddenly became restless.

Master, why is he so nice?

I couldn't help but glanced at the sword mark again, pursed my lips, couldn't hide my envy and admiration, and whispered: "Master is so powerful."

Hearing this, Luo Wuchen seemed to chuckle lightly, and went to look at it, his stern expression didn't change at all, he casually tapped my brow lightly.

"I teach you."

what teach meI blinked blankly, stunned for a moment, and finally came to my senses.

My eyes widened suddenly.

"Really?"

I don't want to be stronger all the time.

The reason why I was bullied and suppressed by Su Lianyi everywhere was because I was too weak.

If I hadn't been stupid and ignorant, trusting villains, if I hadn't been weak and incompetent, cowardly and deceitful, how could I have fallen into the current situation where everyone can trample on me?

I really hate my own weakness.

"But……"

I thought of my tendons that were riddled with toxins, my crippled legs, and the words that the doctor said back then that there was no hope of building a foundation, and that there was no hope of practicing...

The heart that jumped for joy suddenly fell back to the cold reality.

I clenched my hands tightly, with my nails embedded in my palms. I endured and endured, but I still couldn't bear the desire that rose together with the sourness in my heart. I hesitated: "Now... can I still practice swords?"

"Why not?" Luo Wuchen said indifferently, looking at me with eyes as clear as glass, as if he was slightly puzzled.

"Master," I carefully hid the fragility and anxiety in my heart, but I still couldn't completely suppress the grievance in my heart, my voice was low, even a little hoarse, "I am already a useless person. "

Luo Wuchen frowned slightly, stared at me for a while, stroked the top of my hair soothingly, and said:

"It's okay, Master is here."