Ji Wuyou felt as if he was in a raging fire, with blood rushing through his heart and his brain collapsing.
He roared in pain and half squatted down.
The meridians are broken, new blood is generated, and the body is reborn.
The young man who walked out of the statue said, "I have been watching you since you came in here. You are stupid, cowardly, incompetent, not good at speaking, and you are self-abased and timid. How can you, who is so humble, be qualified to get what you want?"
"Mentally handicapped, average aptitude. Apart from his special physique, everything else is mediocre."
He opened his mouth, like the last stroke of a poem, and a cold and murderous aura determined the final outcome.
"In this life, it is difficult to achieve the great path."
The young man was twirling the pen, with a hint of sarcasm on his gray and unhealthy face.
He was not trying to motivate him or enlighten him, but simply evaluating him from an outsider's perspective.
"Ji Wuyou, why are you alive?"
Like a picky god.
The Zhuangyuan Temple was dark, and there was no one around. He half-crouched in front of the statue, with a splitting headache. Why was he still alive? This was the first time someone asked him such a question. But he seemed to have been thinking about the answer to this question for a long time.
Why is he alive? If it weren't for his good luck, he would have died many times.
When my mother was still alive, she said that the night he was born, there were lightning and thunder, the sky was dark, and the wild animals in the mountains screamed in anxiety and fear for a whole day, almost scaring the midwife away.
Fortunately, he was born, and when he was born, there was a faint golden glow on his body.
My mother said that this was a blessing. But the villagers called him a nemesis because that night, all the livestock in the village died suddenly. And he really was like that, unlucky for his father, mother, and everything around him.
What you like will die forever, and what you own will disappear soon.
He seemed to be cursed, with a hidden death holding his neck, but he never took action.
When he was a child, he was pushed into the water by a child of the same age in the village. The water ghost grabbed his feet and dragged him down. The water was cold and turbid, and the light was messy. He saw the swollen and terrifying face of the water ghost and thought he was going to die, but he didn't. When he woke up, he was lying on the shore, and his clothes were dry. It was like a nightmare. One night, a poisonous snake got into the quilt, and its teeth were close to his skin, but suddenly the snake's body stiffened and stopped moving. It's the same when walking on the road, stones fall inexplicably, and always encounter strange people.
This unfortunate phenomenon disappeared when he was five years old, inexplicably.
But even without the curse, he still lived an ignorant and pitiful life.
He forgave the kid who almost killed him with just an apology.
I don’t know love or hate, honor or disgrace.
Now that he has grown up, he seems to understand a little. Into the clouds, the evening rain stopped, he came to Yinghui Peak with a dusty face, and the first thing he saw across the crowd was the young man in white clothes on the high platform. He only wanted to be defeated, bright and unrestrained. Like a ray of light. This is glory. The eyes of the people around him were all jealous and envious without malicious intent.
In fact, he has always envied Zhang Yiming, who seemed to be the focus of everyone without doing anything, so he wanted to imitate him.
They entered Shangyang Peak. They wore the same clothes and the same hair crown, but their flattering personality was ingrained in them. They would never become Zhang Yiming. Zhang Yiming, who offended everyone with one sentence, came and went like the wind, confident and unrestrained.
Zhang Yiming is a good man. Seeing that he was alone, he wanted to help him, bring him out and introduce him to his friends, but it was useless.
He had always been like an outsider in their different gray world, and that deliberate care seemed like another way of showing his pitifulness.
They were chatting and laughing, and he couldn't get a word in.
When I was alone with Fuso.
He had been secretly learning Zhang Yiming's way of holding the sword, but she discovered it.
The girl's eyes fell on his hands. After a moment's pause, she laughed out loud: "Oh, are you imitating Zhang Yiming?"
In fact, she was just joking.
But his mind was shaken, his face flushed red, he was at a loss, and he wanted to crawl into the ground.
Like a clown.
As you grow up, you will slowly understand many things that you didn’t understand before.
During that short period of incense stick in the Zhuangyuan Temple, he seemed to have lived a lifetime and his mind was enlightened, but he would rather not have been enlightened.
If I hadn't been enlightened, I wouldn't have known how ridiculous I was in my panic, and I wouldn't have felt the shame that was suppressed in my heart.
It hurts more than a knife.
Shu Yan said, "I really want to kill you, but I can't. She gave me eternal life, and you are the one she takes care of. Those dead people are playing tricks in my name. Come here at this time tomorrow, and I will give you a chance to kill those who look down on you."
People who look down on me...
Shu Yan said: "Of the four people traveling with you, three didn't take you seriously, and one wanted to kill you."
"I am loyal to her, so I kill those she hates and save those she loves. Your character must be forged in blood."
The young man lowered his eyes, extremely bored.
"Come tomorrow."
Come here.
Ji Wuyou couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he got out of bed barefoot, very quietly, without waking Wusheng up. He quietly sat down beside the bed, looking at the moon outside, his chubby face expression dull and confused.
The passion in my heart faded away.
He felt hungry again in the middle of the night.
When he was hungry, he thought of the headless female ghost who wanted to eat him. He also thought of the gentle old woman. He should have seen her when he was a child, but he just didn't remember. In the night of the forest, she came to him and gave him endless courage and tenderness.
She said she watched him grow up and showed him the way—her eyes were friendly and she was one with the mountains, the moon, the wind and time.
For some reason, he slowly came to his senses when he thought of the old man.
I felt that what Shu Yan said was very wrong.
He felt ashamed and knew that he was pathetic, but why should others respect such a cowardly person
It's good enough to be kind to him.
Why repay kindness with enmity
There was still a lot of sweat on his forehead, and he exhaled long breaths into the night.
"If you were here, you probably wouldn't want to see me like this."
But there was always a voice deep in his heart urging him.
... ... go ahead.