In the following years, Huangyan followed behind the old beggar and experienced the sufferings of the world.
The days when leftovers are available only account for about a quarter of the year. Most of the time, you can't eat normal meals, and even rotten meals are just a luxury. The concept of food usually refers to a paste made of boiled wild vegetables, bark and insects, which tastes bitter, sour and astringent, like drinking bile straight away.
But thanks to the old beggar is an experienced person. In the drought ten years ago, many people in the northern part of Yongtian Kingdom would choose to dig the fairy soil to eat, but he refused to let Huangyan touch it. It was a kind of white clod, which was very beautiful after being ground into powder, very much like refined wheat flour, and the taste was acceptable. Many people thanked the gods for their salvation while taking the soil back to steam buns. After eating, the soil clods coagulated in the intestines and stomachs, and each belly was as big as a ball. Soon after, they died in pain.
During the most difficult time for the two of them, Huangyan hadn't had any water or rice for two days and suffered from a high fever. That night the old beggar cut his own wrist, put the blood in a pot to boil, boiled blood clots and fed it to Huangyan.
Huangyan remembered that she was dizzy and dizzy that day, and could only feel the fishy and sweet food being put into her mouth, and her teeth began to chew on their own initiative, and the weak and stubborn voice of the old man was heard in her ears:
"Remember, you are the child of Heaven's Misery, and you are born with worse luck than others. If you want to get ahead, you can't rely on luck. The only thing you can trust is the knife in your hand."
This kind of life has been going on. Huangyan followed the old beggar to learn martial arts day after day, and her cultivation level slowly began to grow. The two of them walked north and south, from one city to another, from one territory to another. Huangyan's figure became more and more tall and straight, and her realm became more and more advanced. It is becoming less and less popular among ordinary people.
During this period, Huangyan saw countless times those officials who had eaten vegetarian meals while patting their stomachs walked through the desolate streets. What was in their eyes was not sympathy and pity, but deep sarcasm. They always like to raise their hands, point to those struggling in the mud and say to the surrounding servants: Look, that is the end of not working hard. Those who work hard are subject to others all their lives, and this is their fate for generations.
During this period, Huangyan also passed by the shrine countless times, watching the priests and nuns praying in earnest, watching absurd miracles befall the world, and watching countless people worship the gods to the point of bankruptcy. There are still smiles on their faces, as if the suffering in this life will be transformed into endless happiness in the next life.
"God", what is it
In Huangyan's view, gods, like those high-ranking officials, are just a group of self-righteous fools. Enjoying the awe and kneeling of the people, showing their uniqueness and nobility, what did they do for this suffering world? Every minute and every second, how many people in this world die of hunger, how many people groan on the ground clutching their shriveled or swollen bellies, how many people kneel in the wind and snow with dull eyes, how many people are naked and naked Smile miserably, how can I ask the gods in the sky, who knows
Many people in the world don't even look like human beings, without any human dignity.
Who really cared about the 300,000 victims of Tianyue Mountain being trapped in the heavy snow
Whenever she saw this happen, Huang Yan would silently clenched the knife in her hand, with uncontrollable anger in her eyes.
Since you don't care about asking, what else do I respect you for
Just put a stone in the temple, put a statue in the court, what's the difference!
These gods all over the sky, each with a resounding name, each with a world-renowned reputation, aren't they all puppets in the end
Huangyan once asked her adoptive father that if the human world is so miserable, why are the gods in the sky so indifferent? The old beggar laughed loudly, beat the painful cervical spine with a black dog-beating stick, and said to Huangyan:
"Taiping? What do the gods want Taiping for? The more disasters are frequent in this world, the more human beings will pin their hopes on illusory things. A little miracle is enough to buy people's hearts and harvest all beliefs like rice. Look at these large and small temples, which one is not full every day? This dilapidated but not collapsed Eternal Heaven Kingdom is the state that the gods most want to maintain, and this is where they raise livestock."
Huangyan listened silently without saying anything.
The old beggar tapped the dog-beating stick on the ground, pointed to the sky above his head, and said contemptuously:
"If you want real peace, destroy this country first. Step on all thirty-six territories, and let those big dogs like dogs lie on the ground as your stepping stones!"
"If the sky above this head does not change, the world will never get better; this sky will always be like this, and the world will always be like this!"
From that day on, Huangyan started killing people.
Stealing from the rich and helping the poor, killing people to testify, her masked portraits appeared on reward orders of various levels and styles, and she was described as a murderous devil without blinking an eye, and gradually gained some followers. Then one day, the blind old beggar called Huangyan to him, tried his best to straighten his bent back, raised his hand and touched Huangyan's head, which was already taller than him, and said to her:
"You've grown up, and your adoptive father is also old. After walking a few steps, you'll be sweating profusely. I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to go further. But the last thing your adoptive father can do for you is to fight this road Life is here to help you find a possibility of survival from the catastrophe. You have to walk the road ahead by yourself. When you can't make it, you have to grit your teeth and persevere alone. No matter what happens in the future, don't forget the hatred of today , don't forget the anger now..."
In the second year after the death of the blind old beggar, Huangyan rebelled, and the soldiers pointed directly at the entire Kingdom of Eternal Heaven.
Just because she has seen too many displaced people, she has long given up hope for anyone.
Her hatred for this world has gone deep into her bones. In her eyes, the entire Eternal Heaven Kingdom has been rotten to the bone. It is impossible to initiate top-down reforms like the white-clothed minister Umi. The only way to do it is to overthrow it and start over.
That's why the rebel army in the south grew wildly like weeds. Even though the various territories of the Eternal Heaven Kingdom were encircled and suppressed in every possible way, the banner of resistance was never completely broken.
It's a pity that she still failed to survive the catastrophe of eighteen years old.
She couldn't lead them any longer, but it didn't matter. After the turmoil, there will probably be a new leader, even before that, there will be an unknown number of people who will die tragically under this cannibalism.
Under the thunder light as bright as the sun, Huangyan opened her eyes and sighed softly.
Sorry, foster father. Sorry, those who come after me.
At least in the end, I can choose a death that suits me.
Standing in the land under the thunderstorm, she glared at the thunder in the sky, fearless about the coming death, and had no remorse for her past life. As if responding to her anger, a thunderbolt fell suddenly, but it didn't hit her head, but hit her in front of her as if deliberately teasing her. Afterwards, catastrophes fell, thunderstorms raged, the ground was crushed, the ground under her feet was completely destroyed, and Huang Yan, who lost her balance, finally fell on the dusty ground.
At that moment, "God" seemed satisfied.
As a result, an extremely ferocious divine thunder pierced her head like a spear from the sky, and it seemed that it was only a short moment before it could penetrate her proud head.
Huang Yan gently closed her eyes.
And at that moment, the pitch-black gauntlet slammed into Luo Lei!
The whistling electric sound kept ringing, and the silver thunder light was bounced out after a short delay, deviated from the original trajectory, and blasted a big crater on the ground in the distance.
Huangyan opened her eyes, looking at the scene in front of her with a face full of astonishment. Beside her, the young man stood there quietly, half of his arm was scorched black, lightning surged from the black flame armor, and hot air kept escaping upwards.
The hand that was scorched by lightning was hanging beside him, and the blood dripped on the ground. He turned his head sideways, looked at Huangyan, and smiled.
"I, Li De, stand here today. I want to see if any of the divine thunders that fill the sky dare to hit your head."