Five Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Three Chapters Coal Mountain Crooked Neck Tree

Jian Wushuang began to recall.

The other party may only be ordinary at a certain point in time. There is no need to make up stories to deceive the other party. Anyway, it's boring here, and now it's late at night. With that pot of wine, Jian Wushuang began to talk about his childhood.

That was the day in the sword pavilion......

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

Under the candlelight, Thirteen Niang listened fascinatedly, the light and shadow shone on her face, with a touch of red.

Jian Wushuang started talking at the age of eighteen. When he talked about the grievances and grievances of Jiange, of course, some of the more mysterious abilities were weakened a lot.

Like a long martial arts novel.

Thirteen Niang became more and more fascinated by listening to it.

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

Jian Wushuang did not stop until the sun completely rose.

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

Thirteen Niang listened to the rise, without any sleepiness, and said quickly: "I saved your life, how do you pay it back?"

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

A gust of cold wind came, and Jian Wushuang flinched a little, but he still took the risk and walked out.

Thirteen Niang chased out, looked at Jian Wushuang's back, leaned on the edge of the door and shouted: "Hey, if you are dying of hunger, remember to climb back."

Jian Wushuang stumbled and almost fell.

This time, he's not going to starve to death, he's going to hang himself.

The taste of starvation is so unpleasant.

I don't know what's wrong, he is more and more like a mortal, and everything in the past seems to be a dream?

Snapped!

Jian Wushuang slapped himself.

Keep yourself awake, this is just an inheritance of the Magic Sound Hall, you can't get too caught up in it.

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

Castle Peak.

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

It is this mountain that feeds the city.

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

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

Because of a heavy snowfall, there were very few people on the mountain, and I didn't meet a few along the way.

But even if he met others, no one cared about him as a beggar.

Jian Wushuang did not know where to find a hemp rope and a long stick.

He limped up the mountain.

When climbing the mountain, the feeling of exhaustion was more strenuous than walking on the Magic Sound Mountain.

Finally climbed to the top of the mountain, and stood on the mountain to see the face of Qingshan City.

There is chaos all around,

Only the appearance of Castle Peak is real.

Glancing around, Jian Wushuang was speechless.

Is this asking him to jump off a cliff?

When the top of the mountain was not there, he walked to the back mountain, and the road was deserted and clean.

Halfway up the back mountain, a lone crooked-neck tree was still sturdy. He wrapped the prepared hemp rope around the crooked-neck tree, carefully tied it up, and pulled it with his hands to make sure nothing went wrong. Moved a stone to stand on tiptoe, and prepared for this life.

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

"You can't teach children!"

Is this the peerless genius of Qishen Temple?

Hanging in the face of a little setback?

It's embarrassing to say.

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

"How do you explain it to Master Zhenling?" The old man turned to look at the person who came.

The dark red figure is the magic sound general.

The magic sound god will frown, and said coldly: "He has given up, what is the difference between staying and not staying!"

After speaking, the magic sound god will leave.

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

Jian Wushuang's practice aroused their dissatisfaction.

call!

Jian Wushuang let out a breath of hot air, which was his last breath of air.

He was about to die soon and left.

Putting his neck into the hemp rope, Jian Wushuang's heart slammed, and he kicked the small stone away. A sense of suffocation struck instantly, and Jian Wushuang felt that his entire head was about to burst.

The originally inconvenient legs began to dance uncontrollably, which was an instinctive reaction.

Click!

The branch was unsupported and broke directly, Jian Wushuang also fell, and he lost the sense of suffocation, and he gulped in the fresh air.

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

hope!

He felt hope from instinct?

That is the hope of survival!

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

Then what is he after?

Become a powerhouse that will frighten the ages, or a starry sky, constant pressure on everything, with a sword in hand, you can look down on the world.

Jian Wushuang was lying on the ground, looking at the sky.

The old man on the cloud layer also looked at Jian Wushuang, shook his head, and without any hope, turned and left.

"Live!"

Jian Wushuang's consciousness began to change a little. From the world-weary at the beginning, he thought of the beauty of the world.

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

"When did you start the trick?" Jian Wushuang frowned, his mood was stronger than that of the emperor, how could he back down?

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

However, this mortal city is really a purgatory. Unlike the magma river, the purgatory here is a purgatory.

When he came down from the mountain, it was already dark, and after a day passed without eating anything, Jian Wushuang's stomach began to growl again.

This time, he learned to accept the leftovers thrown by others, and this is the way he doesn't feel wronged.

Thinking of the words he said in the morning, he was embarrassed to find the woman, so he wandered around the city.

If he didn't move around, he would freeze to death sooner or later. He glanced at the pair of straw sandals on Foot Mountain, his toes were still leaking out, it was really shabby.

"We have to find a way!" Jian Wushuang's eyes became clear.

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

A beggar, if you want to survive, you must have some craftsmanship.

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 there.

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

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

Because of the heavy snow, there were very few people on the street, but there were more laughter from the house than before.

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