I am a time traveler, my name is Zhou Tai in this life. This is a world where I can cultivate immortality, but it is also a somewhat miserable world for me. When you read this letter, I may be dead.
I never expected that I would have the same name as a historical figure in my previous life. I just remembered that he seemed to be a figure from the Three Kingdoms. I was afraid that I, an ordinary person, could not suppress the name, so I gave myself a little name.
His name is Ah Man, yes, he is the Ah Man similar to Prime Minister Cao.
There's nothing wrong with the first name.
To the east is Jieshi to view the sea...
My husband's ambitions are all over the world, and he is still close to his neighbors thousands of miles away.
Drinking and singing, how is life... Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely...
I would rather let the world down than let the world down me.
As one of the most powerful men of his generation, it was natural that he could suppress little Zhou Tai. As for the name Zhou Tai, he was afraid that he could not suppress him, so why did he dare to recite the nickname of Prime Minister Cao?
First of all, this is just a nickname, and it has been changed to a homonym. The pronunciation of the language here is different, and the meaning has also changed, but I can understand it myself. Secondly, I think we should be of the same kind of people. Big people are all grand, and they
He also said Zhou Gong’s majestic words of vouching for the world to return home. In the dark, it’s not too much to protect my soul, which is drifting in the strange land!
I was originally an atheist, but things like time travel have happened, which subverted my understanding. I thought that the countless jokes I said would really happen to me, but I couldn't speak out what happened.
I am afraid that one day, I will die silently. Maybe I have embarrassed countless people who have traveled through time, but I am just an ordinary person. When people pass by, they leave their names, and when they pass by, they leave their voices. I am afraid that I will die silently, so I wrote this letter to record it.
The constant stumbling can be regarded as leaving a trace in this strange and lonely world.
I was a child who had suicidal tendencies when I was a child. I am just an ordinary person. If I hadn't gradually awakened my past life memories since I was five years old, I don't think I would have been able to learn the strange and strange language here because I was thinking about it all day long.
If I hadn't lived in ignorance for several years, I don't think I would have been able to accept the reality of changing my biological parents.
Among my childhood memories, the most lasting memory is that I was so hungry, so hungry.
Although the crop yield is low, it should not be difficult for a couple to raise four children and have a full meal occasionally. Perhaps this is to enable them to survive smoothly during disaster years.
From the time I can move my hands and feet, I have to do what I can, work as cows and horses, and don't even have enough to eat. I think this is the life of a slave! After seeing the prosperity of the world, how can I be willing to live just for the sake of living?
Life.
I wanted to die but was afraid of death. I didn't realize it until a friend died while working and was simply buried like a kitten or puppy.
In a world without measures, there are many children and there are no resources for unlimited population growth. Survival of the fittest. Only those who have less to eat, can work, and are still alive are valuable. It is cruel, but it cannot be said that it is wrong. Everyone
, which will be eliminated and selected from generation to generation.
No one chooses to go out for a walk, no one chooses to change, and hunger can make people give up all distant places.
There is no so-called opportunity to study, there are no animals in the mountains and plains, there are no rivers rich in fish and shrimps, there is nothing that can be familiar with and used. Trying to apply some manure to unfamiliar crops has the opposite effect, and I almost lost half my life.
He is just a cowardly ordinary person. The future may be wonderful, but it is only possible. What can he use to compensate for the beginning of this suffering? He has made up his mind to escape from this world with the glorious ending of his life.
Just when I was trying to feel how it felt to still be alive, I was thinking about a better way to die.
It was great to discover the existence of strengthening points. One strengthening point a day. Later, I happened to see a cultivator flying by, which made me know that this is a world where one can cultivate immortality.
What do you do most after cultivating immortality? Rely on your fantasy of the ultimate beauty in the world to ignite your desire for life.
Are there any cheats? How many times have I read some novels in my previous life and thought that as long as I can survive, I will become a great person in the future? But who would have thought that the great thing may be there, but this great thing is not that great thing, and more
Just perseverance in the face of helplessness.
Strengthen one point a day, and feel wonderful every day, but at the time it was just a feeling.
Just like in the previous life, it was nice to be given 10,000 yuan a day, but it was 10,000 yuan from the Tiandi Bank. It was not in the same place and could not be spent.
I tried every possible method, but couldn't find the effect of strengthening points. I finally found that I could only add points to my body. At that time, I didn't find any effect of adding points, but now that I think about it, if there were no strengthening points, I might have died long ago.
It can make a child who is extremely deficient in nutrition not look horribly skinny, but just look a little malnourished.
When the poor got rich, they probably suffered from anorexia at that time, but in order to survive, they had to be strong.
If there is no reason why I sold it for a few more taels of silver than others, I used my hard work to raise my selling price.
You read that right, when I was ten years old, I was sold by my family.
In the few years before I was sold, I lived by my dream of cultivating immortality. No one can live without dreams, no matter how far-fetched or unrealistic they may be.
Some people may go crazy if they focus on one thing. I'm okay, I just talk to myself a little, which looks a bit like mental illness, but it's not terminally ill.
I'm not lazy. When I grow up, I can help my family with hard work, because I won't die as easily as when I was a child. However, I am like a rich man who knows that he can earn tens of millions a year in the future, only one person may pass by here at any time.
Teacher, although the opportunity is slim, when you go to the fields, it is easy to miss the opportunity when it comes. Moreover, there is enough food at home, and the eldest brother's appetite is constantly increasing. I will always be the half bowl of porridge...
I once played with my life with weeds. When I was young, I was so hungry that I ate some grass roots. No matter whether they were poisonous or not, it didn’t matter. The world was huge. When I was hungry, my belly was the biggest.
Even if he died, it would be nothing.
I think that later I got anorexia, which had something to do with it. I didn't eat grass until my health became better.
Do you know how terrifying a weather-beaten face is? Coupled with malnutrition, most people in the village are no longer simply ugly, not simply black like black people. In comparison, simple black people can be regarded as oily and powdery.
I don’t know if cultivating immortals should look at the appearance, but this is the only preparation I can do. If I don’t do anything, my heart will be empty, as empty as death. Just like a child who wants to go to school, he wants to find a beautiful tree branch.
Pens, even when you are really in school, are not needed. However, when dreams are humble, they need a hope that can hold them up, even if it is a bubble that will burst at the touch of a touch.
Simply apply various plant branches and leaves on your arms first. After a few times, simply confirm that there will be no adverse reactions such as poisoning, allergies, etc., and then apply it on your body and face.
Aren’t you afraid of being disfigured? You’re not afraid of death anymore, why are you still worried about that!
I was once a lamb, who was sold to human traffickers at the age of ten. The moment I was lifted up, what I thought about was the scene of chickens and ducks being killed, and human organs being sold. I couldn't run away, I was scared to death, and finally I calmed down.
The three words that came down were: Give back your life.
It doesn’t matter that my life has come to this point, at least I have had a very beautiful dream of cultivating immortality.
I don’t know why he was sold as a miner. Maybe he was rescued by his ordinary appearance? I still can’t figure it out, but at least I can eat well when I work. Then I realized that after being full, ordinary people with enhanced points have better physical fitness.
Far beyond ordinary people.
I once blocked the road and robbed, maybe just to die, escaped from the mine, my body was almost to the limit, and tried again with grass roots and leaves, but I could feel that my life was passing away again.
I believe in kindness in the world, but lying half-dead on the roadside waiting to be rescued. The road is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable, which only makes things worse.
If it weren't for the large number of people passing by in groups, there might be some people who might be considering selling themselves.
Maybe you can live by letting go of your remaining self-esteem and begging, but it’s only possible. If you still die, what else will you have left besides losing your last self-esteem? What’s left is failure from beginning to end, and the last afterglow is
If your dignity is trampled on, it's better to give it a try.
The poor will try their best to rob them, but in the end they will die. Not only will their death be ugly, but it will also be disgraceful.
If you rob the rich, they will find it troublesome and give you some things to pass them by. After all, the richer you are, the less you want to cause trouble and trouble. If you can make trouble, you will have something to eat. It is basically universal.
Of course, it could also be that the guard simply gave me a knife to kill me quickly. I have imagined that the scene of the sharp blade slicing through the body and blood splattering is quite beautiful.
As for the possibility of a successful robbery, even if you stand up, you have to do your best to win.
I don’t know whether it was out of sympathy or something, but they gave me money and food, but to me, it was equivalent to a life-saving grace. If possible, this kindness must be repaid no matter what, even if it takes my life.
Not only did it save me from death, but I also had the opportunity to pursue the opportunity of cultivating immortality.
In my memory, that lady had a really good figure.
In fact, you could just follow along and become a top-notch servant yourself, which might also be good. But the obsession with cultivating immortals is just a matter of death. How could you give up while you are still alive and become a servant, stuck in a trap?
Earth, how can I find immortal fate and how can I repay this kindness?
Before I had to travel thousands of miles eastward to find a way to open the low-spirited land, I tried to search and seek repayment, but finally gave up. It was not that I didn’t want to repay my kindness, but I finally realized that what I could offer was too little and too pitiful.
What can I give in return?
Difficulty in reading and deciphering, being deceived by others, and stumbling.
I once threw spiritual stones made of strengthening points, causing people to fight, and people to lose money and birds to eat. I have no guilt.
He also stole a large amount of jade, but he had trouble sleeping and eating.
Robbery is considered a skill, stealing is just a villain's behavior. If you are forced by life, it is really helpless, but I am no longer, so even if it is more troublesome, I will return it.
People are different. I just need to feel comfortable in my heart. No matter how high or far I am in cultivating immortality, at least I have a clear conscience. If I really want to feel guilty, most of the world is not worth it.
Thanks to the beautiful fairy from Liuyun Sect, she is the most beautiful woman I have seen so far. Although she only used a job as a handyman in exchange for a very valuable little leaf, when she knew the truth, she did feel a bit dark.
, Now think about it, no matter how good you give yourself, you can't keep it, it will only add trouble.
The most fortunate thing in my life was the launch of the hot air balloon. I am also grateful that I lost control at that time and went up to the sky. Otherwise, I really would not have had the fate to meet that beautiful fairy. It is a pity that I don’t even have her name yet.
Know.
If we don't meet, even if we don't die on the eastbound road, the best result is to rise to the ninth level of Qi training and live like a carefree ranger in the land of low spirits.
Hell, if something gets too big, the Liuyun Sect monks will probably take action against me and kill me with a flying sword. After all, I am like a weasel trapped in someone else's chicken coop, unable to escape.
I have unhealthy thoughts about fairies, but fairies are a distant dream.
Why is it said that traveling eastward will never lead to death? Because it is a hopeless road.
Mr. Sun cheated and said that it was said that Yuanying could be saved, but the news spread among the Liuyun Sect was that traveling there was even more difficult than going up to the Liuyun Sect’s Ancestral Hall, and Yuanying’s cultivation level could not even reach the Liuyun Sect’s grand formation.
It can't be broken, in other words, even the sect can't get in.
I don’t know which statement is true, maybe they are all false, but there is a high probability that what Mr. Sun said is false. He has too many lies. I don’t know if some of the words he said are still true.
real.
I have been in Liuyun Sect for two years now. I am practicing at the fifth level of qi cultivation. I am eager to build the foundation, but all the information I have heard makes me feel that there is little hope. Only then do I know that my xinxing is like Zhang Huanduo, and I don’t do too much.
Imagine that the foundation building method has basically not been circulated. It is controlled by the sects. Even if it is snatched, it will be useless. Each sect has its own set of written notation, which is incomprehensible to each other. The scattered foundation building method is among the major sects.
Anyone can be hunted and killed...
As for entering the sect...
It is possible for an ordinary low-level person to have the luck of a noble son for ten consecutive generations.
Cultivation of immortality can be practiced by everyone in the world. If the method is not taught secretly, wouldn’t everyone be able to reach heaven?
People have selfish motives, and those who cultivate immortality are even more selfish.
I don’t know what the future will bring. It is said that the life span of a foundation building is two hundred years, and reaching the ninth level of a foundation building will last three hundred years. If I have the opportunity, I will not let it go...
I am just writing this to express the frustration in my heart. I am not afraid of others finding out. Not to mention that the sect formation can block the exploration of spiritual consciousness everywhere. The words I wrote on the paper are the words of the previous life. Who can recognize them?
?I can also bully people and add secrets to words!
The most important thing is that there is not enough paper, and for safety reasons, I write some words on the paper. When it is full, I write on the words again and press the words. At this moment, the paper is just a piece of black ink.
If possible, I really want to go back... I miss it so much...
In the wooden house, Zhou Tai picked up the white paper that was almost completely blackened by ink, shook the ink on it, and then burned it with the flame of an oil lamp.
That's right, it burned.
This is an ancient communication method passed down in previous lives, and Zhou Tai doesn't know if it works.
I don’t know if there are ghosts that can see them? If they see them, can they understand them? He won’t write to his ancestors in the previous life. It’s too bad to see him in such miserable condition, and he probably won’t recognize his ancestors anymore.