Chapter 5478

Jian Wushuang began to recall.

The other party may just be ordinary at a certain time. There is no need to make up stories to deceive the other party. Instead, it is boring here. Now it is late at night. With that pot of wine, Jian Wushuang begins to talk about his childhood.

That was the day in Jiange

He was only eighteen years old that year, and he was just a childe.

Under the candlelight, thirteen niangs listened to it intently, and the light and shadow shone on her face, with a touch of red.

Jian Wushuang began to speak at the age of 18. Speaking of the gratitude and resentment of Jiange, of course, some of its more mysterious abilities have been weakened a lot.

Like a long martial arts novel.

Thirteen niangs became more and more fascinated.

In the twinkling of an eye, two hours later, a fish belly appeared outside the house, and it was almost dawn.

The sword did not stop until the sun rose completely.

"In this story, a pot of wine and a piece of sweet potato are enough!" Jian Wushuang said, climbed out of the comfortable quilt, and limped down the edge of the bed.

Hearing the rise of thirteen niangs, she was not sleepy at all, and hurriedly said, "I saved your life. How can you repay it?"

"I didn't let you save it!" Jian Wushuang said calmly, and then pushed open the door. The snow outside was still falling, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground.

A cold wind came, and Jian Wushuang shrank a little, but he still walked out with a stiff head.

Thirteen niangs chased out, looking at the unparalleled figure of Jian, lying on the edge of the door and shouting, "Hey, if you're starving, remember to climb back."

Jianwushuang stumbled and almost fell.

This time, he won't starve to death. He's going to hang himself.

It's too bad to starve to death.

I don't know why, he is more and more like a mortal, and all kinds of things once seemed to be a dream?

PA!

Jian Wushuang slapped himself.

Keep yourself awake. This is just an inheritance of the magic sound hall. You can't fall into too much.

If you really want to get in, you'll be stupid if you can't get out.

Castle peak city.

The reason why it is called castle peak city is that there is a mine in the west of the city, where there are green mountains and green waters, but there is coal in the mountains. Now the Castle Peak is gone, and it has become a black mountain.

It is the mountain that feeds the city.

Most of the poor people living in the west of the city dig coal on the coal hill.

Jian Wushuang went out of the alley and walked towards the mountain.

Because of a heavy snow, there were few people on the mountain, and they didn't meet many people all the way.

But even if you meet someone else, no one cares about him as a beggar.

Sword matchless did not know where to find a hemp rope, with a straight long stick.

Limped up the mountain.

When climbing the mountain, he felt more tired than when he walked the magic sound mountain.

I finally climbed to the top of the mountain and stood on the mountain to see the face of Castle Peak city.

There is chaos around, only the face of Castle Peak city is real.

Glancing around, there was no grass at all, and the sword was speechless.

Is this to ask him to jump off a cliff?

There was no peak, so he walked back to the mountain. There was no smoke all the way, and it was quiet.

In the middle of the back mountain, a lonely crooked neck tree was fairly strong. He wrapped the prepared hemp rope around the crooked neck tree, carefully tied it, and pulled it with his hand to ensure that everything was safe. After moving a stone to tiptoe, he was ready for this life.

This scene was clearly seen by an old man standing in the clouds.

"Children cannot be taught!"

Is this the unparalleled pride of the temple of Qi?

Hang yourself if you encounter a setback?

It's embarrassing to say it.

A dark red figure came, stood side by side with the old man, stared at the scene below, and said calmly, "let him out! It's a waste to stay here!"

"How does Lord Zhenling tell you?" The old man turned and looked at the old man.

The dark red figure is the magic voice.

The demon voice God frowned and said in a cold voice, "he has given up. What's the difference between staying and not staying!"

With that, the demon voice God left.

Only the old man was left, standing there and watching the sword hang.

The practice of jianwushuang actually caused their dissatisfaction. What's the matter with mundane customs? Can't stay for a day?

Hoo!

Jian Wushuang vomited a mouthful of heat, which was the last time he breathed the air here.

He was about to die and leave.

Put his neck into the hemp rope, Jian Wushuang's heart crossed, and directly kicked away the small stone. A sense of suffocation instantly hit, and when Jian Wushuang paused, he felt that the whole head was about to burst.

The originally inconvenient legs began not to dance by themselves, which was an instinctive reaction.

Click!

The branch broke directly, and the sword unparalleled also fell down. He lost his sense of suffocation and gulped the fresh air.

At this moment, what did sword peerless seem to realize?

Hope!

He felt hope from instinct?

That is the hope of survival!

It's also the hope of a new life. If he really becomes a mortal, won't he live?

What is he after?

Become a powerful person who can frighten all ages, or be close to the starry sky, constantly press everything, and with a sword in hand, you can look down on the world.

Sword unparalleled lying on the ground, looking at the sky.

The old man on the cloud, also looking at the sword unparalleled, shook his head, no longer holding any hope, turned and left.

"Live!"

Jian Wushuang's consciousness began to change a little. From the beginning of being disgusted with the world, he thought of the beauty of the world.

At the top of the mountain, he recalled the mood changes since he came in, and his face changed.

"When was it planted?" Jian Wushuang frowned. His mood was stronger than that of the emperor. How could he shrink back?

In purgatory, he is not afraid, but also afraid of the mundane world!

However, this mundane city is really a purgatory. Unlike the lava River, purgatory here is heart refining.

When I walked down the mountain, it was already dark. One day passed, I didn't eat anything, and jianwushuang's stomach began to cry again.

This time, he learned to accept the leftovers thrown by others, which is not to aggrieve himself.

At the thought of what he said in the morning, he was embarrassed to find the woman, so he wandered around the city.

If he didn't walk around, he would freeze to death sooner or later. After glancing at the straw sandals on the foot hill, his thumbs were still leaking out, which was really shabby.

"We have to find a way!" The sword's unparalleled eyes cleared up.

Now he knows what it means to live, which is harder than to die.

A beggar must have some skills if he wants to live.

He began to walk towards the east of the city, which is 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 begging job.

Coming to the east of the city, there are many fireworks and willow alleys, but some of them are not suitable for him.

There were few people on the street because of a heavy snow, but the laughter from the house was much more than before.

(end of this chapter)