I don't believe it!

I don't believe it!

I don't believe that fate is so unfair to me!

I don't believe that God is cruel and ruthless to me!

I don't believe that life is so dehumanized to me like an ant!

Maybe, all of this is God’s test on me?

When I was a child, didn’t my mother ask me to memorize such sentences:

Therefore, when God is about to give a great responsibility, one must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and disturb his actions. Therefore, he will move his heart and endure his nature and increase his ability...

My mother is the daughter of a scholar outside the mountain!

My mother taught me to read books and read poems and recite poems. Is the purpose of it just to let me know literacy and break texts and recite sentences with such profound meanings? No, absolutely not. My mother definitely wanted to tell me through such articles how people should face the difficulties and setbacks they encounter in life.

Isn't that the case?

This is definitely the case!

Zhao Xiang, you can’t give up easily!

You cannot shrink back, and you cannot be pessimistic and negative!

You have to use all methods, use all your might, and be determined to survive in the Five Mountains!

You want to make this scared boy who lacks the innate conditions of cultivation in the eyes of the head of the Five Mountains Sect, who is just a spiritual root, look like a person!

The outer disciples were in charge of the outer disciples and went to the outer disciples’ accommodation area, which was a mountain road of one thousand meters. Although the left bends and right, up and down, Zhao Xiang walked for a full half an hour.

Just walking, thinking, thinking, walking.

For Zhao Xiang, this half hour has been far more than a month or even a year of insights.

Perhaps, what happened in a few hours today gave him thoughts and insights, and more than ten years.

Along the way, most of the outer disciples he saw were between fifteen and sixteen years old, wearing gray winter clothes and square bronze medals on his chest. They were all in a hurry and serious. Even if they passed by, most of them were cold-faced. Some of them were older, and at most they were around twenty years old, and never over thirty years old.

Most of them were holding rakes, hoes, shovels and other labor tools, and some were carrying loads, buckets, rakes, and wheelbarrows. They were busy and had a hurry, and their expressions were exhausted and their faces were overwhelmed.

Restraining his thoughts, Zhao Xiang stopped in front of a row of extremely low brick and stone bungalows.

There are a lot more outer disciples here wearing gray winter clothes than elsewhere, but their expressions are no different from what they see on the road. They all look cold and frosty. Even the eyes that float by by chance are like black-eyed chickens, wishing you could eat me and I would eat you, as if everyone owes the other party three hundred words but refuses to pay back or have any deep hatred in the past and present lives.

Zhao Xiang quickly looked at it and his eyes fell on the independent courtyard in front of two rows of bungalows.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, and there are low walls outside. This is the place where the deacon disciples are in charge of the accommodation area of ​​the outer disciples.

After handing the square bronze medal to the deacon disciple, the deacon disciple looked at Zhao Xiang coldly, too lazy to say a word, and impatiently pointed to a house and threw a key over him.

Zhao Xiang had actually adapted to the stiff expression and the cold atmosphere. This is how he spent his time at home since he could remember.

He picked up the key from the ground and quickly walked out of the deacon's disciple's office.

Before walking to his room, a voice came from the deacon disciple to his ears:

"Scar boy, don't blame me. Someone sent me a message and asked me to arrange you to the darkest, most humid and most leaky room. In the future, you will have some enjoyment! Tsk, Tsk, your life...even if you save it, hehe, I'm afraid you will have to lose a layer of skin."

Although the sound was not loud, he could hear it clearly.

It seems that hearing will increase, which is even easier and more natural and simpler than hearing Wu Renyi’s words.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang was no longer surprised that he could hear a sound a hundred meters away.

First, he became familiar with the environment here. He thought about it and made the bed, leaving all his doubts to be cleared later.

He took out the key, opened the door, and went in and saw that the room was not big, with two beds, a wooden table, two chairs, and the bed was covered with winter bedding, and the room was cleaned very clean.

But Zhao Xiang found that the room was very cold.

Through the wooden windows densely packed with gaps in the north, Zhao Xiang found that it was a small hill, two or three hundred meters high.

Zhao Xiang guessed that except for the sunshine that could be seen at noon, the house was either blocked by a row of houses in front or covered by the hills behind.

Not only that, Zhao Xiang suddenly had a clear understanding, and he vaguely felt that this house seemed to be located on a cold underground spring, and waves of yin energy rushed up from the depths of the earth and went straight to the small house.

No wonder the house is so cold.

Zhao Xiang didn't know why he felt this way.

He just smiled with a little self-deprecatingly, patted his head with his hand, and said intimately:

What happened to me today? Did I encounter a ghost? Or was it just scared by Tang Biao, Wu Renyi and others?

Zhao Xiang chose a wooden bed that seemed to be unused, the one near the window, took off the package on his shoulder, and then lay down on the bed, thinking a lot and thinking a lot.

Although the Five Mountains Sect came in, those guys were just pretending to behave in front of Grandpa Hu Jinshan. They didn't want to practice any martial arts at all. They just wanted to use various methods and use all kinds of means to drive themselves out of the Five Mountains Sect as soon as possible.

Look, the environment in which we live is extremely poor, I am afraid it is the best among all the outer disciples.

Zhao Xiang thought to himself, from what Wu Renyi meant before, tomorrow's job was to cut down materials.

Ten stones, one thousand two hundred kilograms, for me, a thin boy who is only ten years old, it is simply an astronomical figure that cannot be completed.

Isn’t this obviously embarrassing me? It’s obvious that I’m unpredictable!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang just sighed helplessly, raised his left hand and rubbed his forehead.

Suddenly, he was shocked, and it was only then that he noticed that the deep scar on his left palm was gone!

He rubbed his eyes hard, leaning his left palm closer to his eyes, but there was still no scar!

Is it a dream?

The fresh scar left by the broken porcelain piece not long ago disappeared suddenly?

He still didn't believe it and grabbed his hair with both hands.

The piercing pain made him feel that this was not a dream at all.

A ray of inspiration flashed from the depths of my mind—

Does it have a lot to do with my mother's ring?

I am becoming more and more intelligent and clear about my ears. Is it related to it?

This is definitely the case!

Today, I haven’t held anything tightly in my left hand, except my mother’s ring, for such a long time!

Zhao Xiang got up from the bed, shivered, and hurriedly untied the cotton robe outside, put his hand into the underwear pocket close to his skin. After touching it several times, he took out the ring that emitted his body temperature tremblingly.

Staring at the rings in the palm of his palm, Zhao Xiang was suddenly stunned!
Chapter completed!