The other person might just be ordinary at a certain point in time. There is no need to make up stories to lie to the other person. Anyway, he is bored here. Now it is late at night. With a bottle of wine, Jian Wushuang started to talk about things from his childhood.
Those were the days at Jiange...
He was only eighteen years old at that time, and he was just a young man.
Under the candlelight, Thirteenth Niang listened intently, and the light and shadow shone on her face, giving her a touch of red.
Jian Wushuang started talking about Jiange's grievances and hatreds at the age of eighteen, and of course he weakened some of the more mysterious abilities a lot.
It's like a long martial arts novel.
The Thirteenth Niang became more and more fascinated as she listened.
In the blink of an eye, two hours passed, a fish belly appeared outside the house, and it was almost dawn.
Jian Wushuang didn't stop until the sun rose completely.
"This story is enough for you in exchange for a pot of wine and a piece of sweet potato!" Jian Wushuang said, crawling out of the comfortable bed and limping off the edge of the bed.
Thirteenth Niang became excited after hearing this, without feeling sleepy at all, and said quickly: "I saved your life, how are you going to repay this?"
"I didn't ask you to save me either!" Jian Wushuang said calmly, and then opened the door. The snow was still falling outside, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground.
A gust of cold wind hit, and Jian Wushuang flinched a little, but he still walked out bravely.
Thirteenth Niang chased out, looked at Jian Wushuang's back, lay on the edge of the door and shouted loudly: "Hey, if you are going to starve to death, remember to crawl back."
Jian Wushuang staggered and almost fell down.
This time, he won't starve to death, he will hang himself.
The feeling of starving to death is too uncomfortable.
I don’t know what’s going on, he’s becoming more and more like a mortal, everything in the past seems like a dream?
Snap!
Jian Wushuang slapped himself.
Keep yourself awake, this is just a legacy of the Demonic Sound Palace, don't get too caught up in it.
If you really fall in, you'd be stupid if you can't get out.
Castle Peak.
The reason why it is called Qingshan City is because of a mine in the west of the city. There are green mountains and green waters there, but there is coal in the mountains. Now the green mountains are gone and turned into a black mountain.
It is this mountain that feeds this city.
Most of the poor families living in the west of the city dig coal on the coal hills.
Jian Wushuang walked out of the alley and walked towards the mountain.
Because there was a heavy snowfall, there were very few people on the mountain, and we didn’t meet many along the way.
But even if he met other people, no one cared about him as a beggar.
Jian Wushuang found a hemp rope and a long stick out of nowhere.
Limped up the mountain.
The feeling of fatigue when climbing mountains was even more strenuous than walking up Moyin Mountain.
After finally climbing to the top of the mountain, I stood on the mountain and saw the face of Qingshan City clearly.
The surroundings are surrounded by chaos, and only the appearance of Qingshan City is real.
After scanning around, there was not even a blade of grass. Jian Wushuang was speechless.
Is this asking him to jump off a cliff?
There was no one on the top of the mountain, so he walked towards the back mountain. The road was deserted and the place was quiet.
Halfway up the back mountain, a lone crooked-neck tree was quite strong. He wrapped the prepared hemp rope around the crooked-neck tree, carefully tied it, and then pulled it with his hands to make sure everything was safe.
Just move a stone to stand on tiptoe, and prepare to end this life.
This scene was clearly seen by an old man standing among the clouds.
"A child cannot be taught!"
Is this the unparalleled genius of the Qi Temple?
Will you hang yourself if you encounter a little setback?
It's really embarrassing to say it.
A dark red figure came, side by side with the old man, staring at the scene below, and said calmly: "Let him go out! It is a waste to stay here!"
"Lord Zhenling, what are you going to tell me?" The old man turned to look at the person coming.
The dark red figure is none other than the Demonic Sound God General.
Demonic Sound God General frowned and said coldly: "He has given up, so what difference does it make if he stays or not!"
After saying that, the Demonic Sound God General left.
Only the old man was left, standing there watching Jian Wushuang hang himself.
Jian Wushuang's approach aroused their dissatisfaction. What's wrong with ordinary people? They can't stay there for a day?
call!
Jian Wushuang exhaled a breath of hot air, breathing the air here for the last time.
He will soon die and leave.
Putting his neck into the hemp rope, Jian Wushuang suddenly kicked away the small stone. A feeling of suffocation came over him instantly, and Jian Wushuang suddenly felt that his whole head was about to explode.
My legs, which were originally inconvenient, began to move without their own control. This was an instinctive reaction.
Click!
The branch failed to support and broke directly. Jian Wushuang also fell down. He lost his sense of suffocation and took a big gulp of the fresh air.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang seemed to realize something?
hope!
Did he feel hope from his instinct?
That is the hope of survival!
It is also the hope of a new beginning. If he really becomes a mortal, will he not live anymore?
So what is he pursuing?
Become a strong man who shocks the ages, or stand in the starry sky, constantly suppressing everything, and with a sword in your hand, you can dominate the world.
Jian Wushuang lay on the ground and looked at the sky.
The old man on the clouds also looked at Jian Wushuang, shook his head, no longer had any hope, and turned around to leave.
"Stay alive!"
Jian Wushuang's consciousness began to change slightly. From the beginning of being world-weary, he began to think about the beauty of the world.
At the top of the mountain, he recalled the changes in his mood since he came in, and his expression changed.
"When did you learn the move?" Jian Wushuang frowned. His state of mind was stronger than that of the emperor. How could he shrink back?
He is not afraid of going to purgatory, but he is also afraid of the mortal world!
However, this mortal city is really a purgatory. Unlike the magma river, the purgatory here is a refining of the heart.
When we walked down the mountain, it was already dark. A day had passed and Jian Wushuang's stomach began to growl again after he had eaten nothing.
This time, he learned to accept the leftovers thrown by others, so that he would not wrong himself.
When he thought of what he said in the morning, he was too embarrassed to go find the woman, so he started walking around the city.
If he didn't move around, he would freeze to death sooner or later. He took a look at the pair of straw sandals on the mountain and saw that his toes were still hanging out. They were really shabby.
"We have to think of a way!" Jian Wushuang's eyes became clear.
He now understands what it means to survive, which is even harder than death.
A beggar must have some skills if he wants to survive.
He started walking towards the east of the city, which was the most prosperous place in the city, to see if he could find a job somewhere.
This job is not a job, but he really doesn't even have a job.
When he came to the east of the city, there were quite a lot of fireworks in Liuxiang, but some of them were just not suitable for him.
Because of a heavy snowfall, there were very few people on the street, but there were more laughter than before in the house.