Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 113: No regrets in my life


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The white circle is buried in the black mud, as if it were a human skull, yet again! The human skull is much smaller.

His hands trembled into the soil, dug it out, and his body suddenly froze. The blood of boiling seemed to drop to freezing point, but it was just a white stone.

"Xiao Er, what's the matter with you, don't scare me!" Brother Li the Eldest cried with a sad face, and took witch's hand again: "My younger brother might be evil, please save him."

"Second boy, is there anything in my vegetable field?" witch first gestured to Li the Eldest brother to panic, and then touched his head, asked kindly, extremely familiar and strange.

"I ... I don't know ..."

He grasped the white stone tightly, and stood up desolately, his figure shook a little, tiredness, hunger, and pain, and suddenly flooded like a tide, but he could n’t reach the depth of disappointment in his heart. Heavier, but he did not know what was disappointing? Hasn't he been here for more than ten years? What are you longing for?

He walked out of witch's house and covered his eyes with his hands. The sun was shining between his fingers. The sun rose as usual and radiated a warm glow. The mist surrounding the small village gradually dispersed, and the smoke of the family's cooking rose. This was repeated a thousand times in his life, a very ordinary morning, and from now on, day and night, but also like this, but he felt a nightmare-like fear.

He went home without a soul, and sat down at the table. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He always grasped the stone like a child ’s skull in his hand. The sun went down again, but it will rise again tomorrow.

Crouching Bull Village is too small, life is too bland, everything is spreading as fast as the wind, and soon everyone knows that Li the Second Lang is crazy, came to visit, and sighed after reading, saying that he and the other Old Bull's feelings are too deep, and I can't bear the shock for a while.

Moon on the sky, he finally got up from the table, walked out of the portal, walked to the ancient well in the village, sat on the mossy bluestone, and stared into the well.

Jing Shui quietly reflected the bright moon, reflecting the thin face of a young man, covered with confusion. What is wrong with me? Is it because of such a dream? However, even though the dream was already flying like smoke, the feeling in the dream was still lingering.

It is fierce and intense, it is a struggle, it is laughter, it is indulgence, it is love and death!

His expression was distorted, and his scarred hand grasped the white stone tightly.

"Erlang · You ······ Please don't move, you can say anything, the cow can't be resurrected ......" Li the Eldest's voice trembles, fearing that he is going to throw a well, he persuaded.

"Fuck boy, you are crazy! The days are not over, your father and mother died too early, I pulled you so much with **** and urine, you just treat me like that!" Li the Eldest sister roared and said Speaking, sobbing.

The bark of the dogs rang all over the village, and every household lit up the lights. The villagers woke up from their sleep. After a while, they all surrounded the well. Adults, children, men and women, persuaded him, Let him not think about it.

His eyes crossed the crowd, crossed the Bull Ridge, and crossed the endless stretch of 100,000 mountains. The word "Qingshan" suddenly jumped into his mind. Like a flash of light, he lowered his head and muttered: "Qingshan!"

"Brother, what about the money for selling cattle?"

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and asked.

"You ..." You wait, I'll get it now! "Brother Li the Eldest rushed out of the crowd, and soon took over the silver-clad ruffle to him.

He looked at some of the broken pieces of silver, shining silver in the moonlight, he put the stone in his hand, and suddenly stood up, the crowd calmed down, and his eyes looked at him like that.

He looked around and chose a direction to walk outside the village.

The crowd was calmed by his expression, dared not stop, separated the sides, and watched his figure disappear under the moonlight.

Brother Li the Eldest and sister-in-law Li the Eldest wanted to step forward and stop, but suddenly stopped, a strange expression appeared on his face.

At the beginning, his footsteps were heavy, and he wondered where he was going. But gradually, his steps became lighter and lighter, and by the bright moonlight, he walked along the path that was about to be submerged by the grass.

Walking all night, walking into the town, the sky was already bright, he stood in front of a butcher shop, a huge bull head, hanging on the meat shelf, with a broken corner. bull's eye was left open, it had lost its usual luster, and it was completely muddled. The flies lingered, and it seemed to add a few more boring footnotes to the death of this mediocre livestock.

However, he clearly felt that his eyes were watching him, and with his familiar warm eyes, he suddenly felt his face moist. It turned out that he had burst into tears unconsciously.

"Little brother, what kind of meat do you want to buy? I just killed a big roe cow yesterday, and still have a lot of good meat!" The butcher asked the owner a bit strangely.

He pointed his finger at that bull head.

A moment later, the butcher ’s boss watched him away with strange eyes. He was greeted by the morning light. The sun glazed his tall figure with First Level light, and behind him was a huge bull head.

bull head is very heavy, and with the white stone in the ruffle, it weighs heavily on the body. And that dream seems to be no longer misty, it has become weight, and it is clear!

The time goes by and the fight moves around.

The young man became a man, the man became old man, traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, but the dream situation never appeared, but he still refused to stop and kept looking!

Finally one day, he walked to the top of the mountain and stopped. The tall body was rickety, and his clothes were ragged. The bull head on his back only had a skull, and the white stone was smooth and boneless. But heavier than in the past.

He looked back and looked at the road he had walked when he came. How many times had he ever stopped to enjoy peace and joy, not so and so, he had nothing to drink.

He could n’t help but have a thought, maybe he should n’t have come out, maybe he had been mad decades ago, so he saw Crouching Bull Village again, and saw that the same old man was already descended from his knees and enjoyed his old age.

Do you regret it?

He used his old hands to remove the yellowed bull head bone on his back, slowly put it on his face, held it with one hand, and took out the white stone warmed by his body with the other hand for a long time. Stared at him, and suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, with a violent cough, a **** cough, and a red and white beard.

With a sudden, laughter came to an abrupt end, he fell to the ground, looked at the vast sky, and said: "Sorry, fart!"

Death surged and sank into the boundless darkness. Suddenly, a butterfly flew in the boundless darkness, with indescribably colorful colors, pouring out patches of equally indescribable paint, dyed on this black curtain on.


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