Jian Wushuang started to recall.
She might just be a mortal at a certain point in time, so there was no need to make up a story to deceive her. Anyway, it was boring here and it was late at night. With that jug of wine, Jian Wushuang started to talk about his childhood.
Those were the days in Sword Pavilion.
He was only 18 years old at that time, he was just a young master.
Under the candlelight, Lady Thirteen listened attentively. The light shone on her face, making it slightly red.
Jian Wushuang started to talk about the grudges of Sword Pavilion when he was 18 years old. Of course, he weakened some of the more mysterious abilities.
It was like a long wuxia movie.
Lady Thirteen was more and more engrossed.
In the blink of an eye, four hours had passed. The sky was bright and it was almost dawn.
Jian Wushuang only stopped when the sun had completely risen.
"This story can be exchanged for a jug of wine and a sweet potato. It's enough!" Jian Wushuang said as he crawled out from the comfortable bed and limped down the bed.
Lady Thirteen was excited and didn't feel sleepy at all. She quickly said: "I saved your life, how are you going to repay me?"
"I didn't ask you to save me!" Jian Wushuang said indifferently. He then opened the door. It was still snowing outside, a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.
A cold wind blew. Jian Wushuang shrank back a little, but he still forced himself to walk out.
Lady Thirteen chased after him. Looking at Jian Wushuang's back, she leaned on the door and shouted: "Hey, if you're about to starve to death, remember to crawl back."
Jian Wushuang staggered and almost fell down.
This time, he wouldn't starve to death. He would hang himself.
The feeling of starving to death was too unbearable.
He didn't know why, but he felt more and more like a mortal. Everything in the past seemed like a dream.
Slap!
Jian Wushuang slapped himself in the face.
He wanted to stay awake. This was only one of the inheritances of the Demonic Sound Palace, he couldn't fall too deep.
If he fell too deep and couldn't get out, he would be a fool.
Qingshan City.
The reason why it was called Green Mountain City was because there was a mine in the west of the city. Originally, there were green mountains and clear waters, but there was coal in the mountains. Now that the green mountains were gone, it had become a black mountain.
It was also because of this mountain that this city was able to survive.
Most of the poor people who lived in the west of the city dug coal from the coal mountains.
Jian Wushuang walked out of the alley and headed towards the mountain.
Because of the heavy snow, there were very few people on the mountain. They didn't meet many people along the way.
However, even if he met other people, no one would care about a beggar like him.
Jian Wushuang found a hemp rope and a straight stick from somewhere.
He limped up the mountain.
When he was climbing the mountain, the exhaustion he felt was even more exhausting than walking the Demon Sound Mountain.
With great difficulty, they finally reached the top of the mountain. Standing on top of the mountain, they could clearly see the appearance of Qingshan City.
The surroundings were still in chaos, and only the appearance of Green Mountain City was real.
Jian Wushuang was speechless when he saw that there was not even a blade of grass.
Was he asking him to jump off a cliff?
Since there was nothing at the top of the mountain, he walked towards the back of the mountain. There was no one along the way, and it was also quiet.
Halfway up the back of the mountain, there was a lone crooked tree that was still quite sturdy. He wrapped the hemp rope that he had prepared around the crooked tree and carefully tied it. He then tugged at it with his hands to ensure that nothing was wrong. After that, he lifted a rock and stood on his tiptoes, preparing to end his life.
This scene was clearly seen by an old man standing in the clouds.
"This child is unteachable!"
This was the peerless genius of the Disambiguation Temple?
Hanging himself after encountering a little setback?
It was really embarrassing to say it out loud.
A dark red figure descended and stood side by side with the old man. He stared at the scene below and said indifferently, "Let him go out! It's a waste to leave him here! "
"How do we explain to Lord True Spirit?" The old man turned to look at the person who came.
The dark red figure was the Demonic Sound General.
The Demonic Sound General frowned and said coldly, "He has already given up. What difference does it make whether he stays or not!"
With that, the Demonic Sound General left.
Only the old man was left standing there, watching Jian Wushuang hang himself.
Jian Wushuang's actions caused them to be dissatisfied. So what if he was a mortal? Couldn't he stay for a day?
Phew!
Jian Wushuang breathed out a mouthful of hot air. This would be the last time he breathed in the air here.
He was about to die and leave this place.
Jian Wushuang stuck his neck into the hemp rope. He steeled his heart and kicked away the small rock. Jian Wushuang immediately felt like his head was about to explode.
His legs, which were already inconvenienced, began to move on their own. It was an instinctive reaction.
Crack!
The tree branch could not hold on and snapped. Jian Wushuang also fell down. The feeling of suffocation disappeared and he took in large mouthfuls of fresh air.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang seemed to have understood something.
Hope!
His instincts told him that he had hope.
That was the hope of survival!
It was also a new hope. If he really became a mortal, would he not be able to live?
Then what was he pursuing?
He wanted to become an expert who could shock the ancient times or stand in the starry sky and suppress everything. With a sword in hand, he would be able to look down on the world.
Jian Wushuang lay on the ground and looked at the sky.
The old man on the clouds also looked at Jian Wushuang and shook his head. He did not hold any hope and turned to leave.
"I have to live!"
Jian Wushuang's consciousness began to change. He was disgusted with the world at the beginning, but now he thought of the beauty of the world.
At the top of the mountain, he recalled the changes in his state of mind since he entered, and his expression changed.
"When was this?" Jian Wushuang frowned. His state of mind was stronger than an Emperor's, so how could he shrink back?
He was not even afraid of the purgatory, so why would he be afraid of the mortal world?
However, this mortal city was really a purgatory. What was different from the lava river was that the purgatory here tempered the heart.
When he walked down from the mountain, the sky was already dark. A day had passed, and he had not eaten anything. Jian Wushuang's stomach began to growl again.
This time, he learned to accept the leftovers thrown by others. Only then would he not feel wronged.
When he thought of what he said in the morning, he was too embarrassed to look for that woman, so he began to stroll around the city.
If he did not walk, he would freeze to death sooner or later. He looked at the pair of straw shoes at the foot of the mountain. His toes were still exposed. It was really shabby.
"I have to think of a way!" Jian Wushuang's eyes became clear.
He now understood what it meant to live. It was harder than death.
If a beggar wanted to live, he had to have some skills.
He began to walk towards the east of the city. That was the most prosperous place in the city. He wanted to see if he could find a job there.
This job was not a job, but he really did not even have a beggar's job.
When he arrived at the east of the city, there were quite a number of red-light districts. However, some of them were not suitable for him.
Because of the heavy snow, there were very few people on the streets. However, there was much more laughter coming from the houses than before.
(End of this chapter)
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