Jian Wushuang began to remember.

　　 The other party may just be mundane at a certain point in time. There is no need to make up stories to deceive the other party. Anyway, this place is boring. Now it is late at night. With that pot of wine, Jian Wushuang began to talk about his childhood.

　　 Those were the days in the sword pavilion...

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

　　 Under the candlelight, the thirteen mothers listened intently, and the light and shadow shone on her face with a hint of red.

　　 Jian Wushuang began to talk about it at the age of eighteen. Speaking of Jiange's grievances, of course, some of its more mysterious abilities have been weakened a lot.

　　 is like a long martial arts novel.

　　 The more she listened, the more she became fascinated.

　　 In a blink of an eye, two hours later, a white fish belly appeared outside the house, and the sky was almost bright.

　　 Jian Wushuang didn't stop until the sun rose completely.

　　 "For this story, a pot of wine and a piece of sweet potato are enough for you!" Jian Wushuang said, crawling out of the comfortable bed, and limping off the edge of the bed.

　　 Shisanniang heard the rise, and she didn't feel sleepy at all, and quickly said: "I saved your life, how can you pay it back?"

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

　　 A cold wind hit, Jian Wushuang flinched, but he still bite the bullet and walked out.

　　 Shisanniang chased it out, looking at Jian Wushuang's back, lying on the edge of the door and shouting: "Hey, if you are starving to death, remember to climb back."

　　 Jian Wushuang staggered and almost fell.

　　 This time, he will not be starved to death, he is going to hang himself.

　　 It's too uncomfortable to starve to death.

　　 don't know what's wrong, he is more and more like a mortal, all the things that used to be like a dream?

Snapped!

　　 Jian Wushuang slapped himself.

　　 Keep yourself awake, this is just a heritage of the magic sound hall, and you can't fall into it too much.

　　 I'm really going to fall into it, I'm stupid if I can't get out.

　　 Castle Peak.

　　 The reason why it is called Qingshancheng is because of a mine in the west of the city. There is green mountains and green waters in the mine itself, but there is coal in the mountains. Now the green mountains are gone and become a black mountain.

　　 is also the mountain that feeds this city.

　　 Most of the poor families living in the west of the city are digging for coal on the coal mountain.

　　 Jian Wushuang walked out of the alley, toward the mountain.

　　 Because there was a heavy snowfall, there were few people on the mountain, and I didn't encounter many along the way.

　　 But no one cares about him as a beggar even if he meets others.

　　 Jian Wushuang didn't know where he found a hemp rope and a long stick.

　　 limped up the mountain.

　　 When climbing mountain, that kind of exhaustion is more difficult than his walking the Moyin Mountain.

　　 finally climbed to the top of the mountain and stood on the mountain to see the face of Qingshan Castle.

　　 Chaos is still unopened all around, only the face of Qingshan Castle is real.

　　 glanced around, there was no grass, Jian Wushuang was very speechless.

　　 Is this asking him to jump off the cliff?

　　 There was no top of the mountain, so he walked back to the mountain. There was no one in the way, and it was clean.

At the halfway point of the back mountain, a solitary crooked neck tree was still quite strong. He put the prepared hemp rope around the crooked neck tree and tied it carefully, and then pulled it with his hand to make sure that he was safe. He moved a stone to stand on tiptoe, and he was ready for this life.

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

　　 "You can't teach a child!"

　　 This is the peerless Tianjiao of Qishen Temple?

　　 Hanging up when you encounter a little setback?

　　 is really embarrassing to say it.

　　 A dark red figure descended, side by side with the old man, staring at the scene below, calmly said: "Let him go out! It is a waste to stay here!"

　　 "How do you explain to Lord True Spirit?" The old man turned his head and looked at the person coming.

　　 The dark red figure is the magic sound **** general.

　　 Moyin God will frown, and said coldly: "He has given up, what's the difference between staying and not staying!"

　　 After speaking, the magic sound **** general left.

　　 Only the old man remained, standing there watching Jian Wushuang hang himself.

The practice of 　　 Jian Wushuang has aroused their dissatisfaction. What happened to the mundane, you can't stay for a day?

　　Hu!

　　 Jian Wushuang exhaled hot air, it was the last time he breathed the air here.

　　 He is going to die soon and will leave since.

　　 Putting his neck into the hemp rope, Jian Wushuang's heart was crossed, and he directly kicked the small stone away from his feet. A sense of suffocation hit him instantly, and Jian Wushuang suddenly felt that his entire head was about to explode.

　　 The legs that were originally inconvenient began to not dance on their own, it was an instinctive reaction.

　　 Click!

　　 The branch didn't support, it broke directly, Jian Wushuang also fell off, losing his suffocation, he gulped in the fresh air.

　　 At this moment, Jian Wushuang seems to have realized what?

hope!

　　 He felt hope from instinct?

　　 That is the hope of survival!

　　 is also a new hope. If he really becomes a mortal, will he not live?

　　 Then what is he after?

　　 Become a strong man who will frighten eternity, or be a starry sky, constant pressure on everything, with a sword in hand, you can see the world.

　　 Jian Wushuang lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

　　 The old man on the clouds also looked at Jian Wushuang and shook his head. Without holding any hope, he turned and left.

　　 "Live!"

　　 Jian Wushuang consciousness began to undergo a slight change. From the beginning of being tired of the world, he thought of the beauty of the world.

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

　　 "When did you use it?" Jian Wushuang frowned. His mood was stronger than that of the emperor, how could he shrink?

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

　　 But this mundane city, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is really a purgatory. Unlike the lava river, the purgatory here is purgatory.

　　When he came down from the mountain, the sky was already dark. One day later, without eating anything, Jian Wushuang's stomach began to scream again.

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

　　 Thinking of what he said in the morning, he was too embarrassed to look for the woman, so he wandered around the city.

　　 Do not walk around, he will freeze to death sooner or later, glanced at the pair of straw sandals on the foothills, his thumbs are still leaking out, it is really shabby.

　　 "I have to think of a way!" Jian Wushuang's eyes became clear.

　　 He now understands what it means to survive, which is harder than death.

　　 A beggar, if he wants to live, he has to be a bit crafty.

　　 He began to walk towards the east of the city, which was the most prosperous place in the city, to see if there was a job.

　　 This job is not a job, but he really doesn't even have a bowl to beg for.

　　When I came to the east of the city, there were a lot of fireworks and Liuxiang, but some were not suitable for him.

　　 Because of a heavy snowfall, there were few people on the street, but the laughter from inside the house was much more than before.

　　

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