Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5478: Meishan Crooked Neck Tree

Chapter 5478 Coal Mountain Crooked Neck Tree

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 each other. Anyway, this place is boring. Now it is late at night. With that pot of wine, Jian Wushuang began to talk about his childhood.

That was the day in Jiange

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

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

Jian Wushuang started talking at the age of eighteen. When it comes to Jiange's grievances, of course, some of its more mysterious abilities have been weakened a lot.

Like a long martial arts novel.

The more she listened, the more she became fascinated.

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

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

"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.

When the thirteen mother heard the rise, 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 indifferently, 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.

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

Jian Wushuang staggered and almost fell.

This time, he won't be starved to death, he is going to hang himself.

The feeling of starving to death is too uncomfortable.

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

Slap!

Jian Wushuang slapped himself.

Keep yourself awake, this is just a heritage of the Magic Sound Hall, you can't fall into it too much.

It's really going to sink in, and it's silly if you can't get out.

Qingshan City.

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

It is this mountain that feeds this city.

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

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

Because of a heavy snowfall, there were very few people on the mountain, and there were not many encountered 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, the exhaustion is more difficult than walking the Moyin Mountain.

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

The surrounding chaos is still unopened, only the face of Qingshan Castle is real.

Sweeping around, there was no grass, Jian Wushuang was speechless.

Is this asking him to jump off the cliff?

If there is no top of the mountain, he walked back to the mountain, and there was no one in the way, and it was clean.

On 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, tied it carefully, and pulled it with his hands to make sure After being foolproof, he moved a stone to tiptoe, and he was ready for this life.

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

"Nurs can't be taught!"

This is the peerless Tianjiao of Qishen Temple?

Hung up when you encounter a little setback?

It's 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! Staying here is a waste!"

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

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

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

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

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

Jian Wushuang's approach has caused their dissatisfaction. What happened to the ordinary, can't stay for a day?

Huh!

Jian Wushuang let out a sigh of heat, which is the last time he breathed the air here.

He is going to die soon and will leave.

Pushing his neck into the hemp rope, Jian Wushuang's heart is horizontal, and he directly kicks the small stone away from his feet. A sense of suffocation hits instantly, and Jian Wushuang suddenly feels that his entire head is about to explode.

The legs that were originally inconvenient started not to dance on their own. It was an instinctive reaction.

Crack!

The branch didn't support, it broke directly, Jian Wushuang also fell off, and the sense of suffocation was lost. 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!

It's 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 the ages, or be a starry sky, constant pressure on everything, with a sword in your hand, you will be able to contemplate the world.

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

The old man on the clouds, also looking at Jian Wushuang, shook his head, no longer holding any hope, turned and left.

"Live!"

Jian Wushuang's 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 plant 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 is really a purgatory. Unlike the lava river, the purgatory here is purgatory.

When I walked 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 the things he said in the morning, he was too embarrassed to look for the woman, so he wandered around the city.

If he doesn't walk around, he will freeze to death sooner or later. He glanced at the pair of straw sandals on the foothills, his thumbs are still leaking out, 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 beggar.

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

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

(End of this chapter)