The seventh girl's face was already covered with tears. She seemed to have forgotten Lu Yi's existence and continued to say on her own, "My mother and I did not find a benefactor who saved our lives and left things, and did not dare to stay for a long time, so we helped each other and started the migration. A ingot of broken gold in the treasure bag can ensure that our mother and daughter have no worries about food and clothing for the time being, and they can settle down in a small place. My mother and I went to a small town to buy a small house with the ingot of gold. My mother used her skillful hands to do some small business of sewing and repairing.

We, mother and daughter, lived a stable life. This town is very small, with less than a hundred families, controlled by a very small mortal family. There has never been any monk. I am a four-year-old girl, without any teacher teaching, and only a mother who is not very literate to interpret it. She practiced like this entirely with my own talent. Maybe it was God's favor, maybe my talent is really good, but I successfully became a first-level monk. After only one year, I reached the level of a second-level monk.

.I did not reveal that I was a monk and begged my mother to sign up to me to study in the only private school in the town, learn physical skills, calligraphy and painting, etc., so as to improve my knowledge and allow me to understand the practice method more thoroughly. At the age of eleven, I reached the third level, and at the age of seventeen, I reached the state of perfection of the spirit. Later I realized how amazing my cultivation speed was. On the one hand, it was due to the extraordinary skill of that exercise. On the other hand, it was also because I later learned that what I practiced was the magic skill and magic skill.

The early stage of cultivation was indeed very fast and powerful. The most important thing was that I absorbed the spiritual power among the black stones, which was actually a pure magic power sealed in. Of course, this magic power is different from the magic power used by the demon clan. It is a special energy generated by our demon cultivators through the magic skills. The magic power in the several black stones is the same as the martial arts I practiced, so I absorbed it without any obstacles, and it had no negative impact, which greatly improved my cultivation speed.

My first murder was when I was nineteen years old. That year, a small group of monks broke into the town where our mother and daughter lived, slaughtering all the adult men in the town, leaving only women and children, trying to occupy the town as their foundation. I happened to go out to train a river more than ten miles away. When I came back, the town was already bloody and corpses were everywhere. I was furious. The people in this town had been with us mother and daughter for more than ten years. Everyone got along well with each other. The neighbors here were much better than before. Seeing that our orphans and widows were not easy, they took good care of us. I had already taken good care of them in my heart.

I treated them like relatives. Now seeing the people in the town die tragically, I can no longer control it. I don’t know if it was because of practicing magic skills or because of the previous incident, I had suppressed my anger for many years. I was crazy and killed all the eight spiritual monks. Among these eight, two spiritual perfect monks were completely no match for me. No one could take my magic and be injured by me. When I calmed down, I looked at the terrifying and ferocious faces when they died. I was so scared that my feet were sore and soft, and I sat down to the ground and burst into tears. This incident had a great impact on me.

I could not get out of the tension and fear of killing for a long time. Even if the women and children in the town have regarded me as their benefactor and savior, and have become the hero in the hearts of the children, I still can't be happy. I just want to escape from this place. I feel that in everyone's eyes, I am a cold-blooded murderer. I ran to the river where I often go to experience, sinking myself under the water and trying to calm down, but God didn't let me get what I wanted. That river is not a big river, it's just an ordinary river with a width of less than a hundred feet deeper than thirty feet. There are some small fish and shrimp in the river, and occasionally a second-level third-level water beast appears.

But that day, I sank to the bottom of the water, I rarely encountered a fourth-level old turtle. The old turtle treated me as prey and wanted to eat me. I definitely couldn't sit still and wait for death, so I fought with it for a desperate battle. But after all, it was a fourth-level monster and occupied the advantage of the water. I fought it very hard and fell into a desperate situation for a while. I was injured by it and almost died. I felt that there was no hope of life. At this moment, I thought of the orphans and widows in the town, and my mother. If I died like this, how would they live in the future? Who will protect their safety?

I can't die! My depression will was swept away by firm belief. I burst out with unprecedented fighting spirit and achieved a breakthrough. The old turtle was beaten by me and fled in panic. I chased me and led me to escape to its nest. After a big battle in its nest, I finally killed the old turtle and seized a batch of spoils that were very valuable to me at that time.
Chapter completed!