Zhuquetian, one of the eight greatest immortals in the world, is said to have reached the level of a god in his previous life. Why would someone as arrogant as him choose one person as the end point of his own path?
And Zhuquetian gave the same answer as always: "Because you were not born in that era."
Yes, it is difficult for people who were not born in that era to understand their feelings. Perhaps some people think that it is too ridiculous or even too humble to regard a person as their own.
Regardless of their strength, all the strong men in the past and present have pursued their own path, and few people regard others as their goals. Cultivation is to cultivate oneself, and to walk one's own path.
But in their immortal era, they cultivated to be immortals, so it was natural for them to chase after the figures of the immortals.
The two disappeared into the sky, and the sun gradually set.
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In the city below, there was a constant stream of traffic, and countless vehicles filled the entire road like ants returning to the tide.
On the sidewalk next to the highway, the manhole cover slowly opened and children in tattered clothes crawled out of the sewer.
They were all homeless or runaway children, the oldest was 15 years old and the youngest was only 6. Everyone was dirty, some didn't even have a tattered cotton jacket, and they were shivering with cold.
The reasons for their appearance here are similar. Some are homeless because their parents have died, some cannot afford to eat at home, and some are kicked out by their families. In Shenzhou, it is unimaginable that a group of half-grown children would wander around, but in the Black Soil State, it is a common thing.
From the indifferent looks of the passers-by around, it can be seen that they are not surprised by the existence of these children.
"Beg for more money later. We need to buy Duoer a better sweater, otherwise he won't survive this winter."
The leading teenager was wearing a thin red sweater and sandals, with frostbite all over his hands and feet. His condition was obviously a little worse, but he was still thinking about the others.
"Ergou, Spoon, and Tire, go dig through the garbage."
"Duo'er, Erniu goes begging, be careful of other homeless people. Finally, pick those people from Shenzhou because they have money."
Until 9pm, everyone will gather together.
Today's harvest was half a loaf of bread, half a can of food, three apple cores, and a bag of orange peels, but no money.
Then they came to the supermarket, and wiped the cars outside with pieces of cloth. When the car owners came out, they asked for compensation, and if they didn't give it, they would try to puncture the tires of the other party. This was forced buying and selling, but the children didn't think there was anything wrong, and they didn't feel ashamed.
Because of survival.
Finally they got 102 Soekarno-lira (about 15 yuan), and used the money to buy the cheapest biscuits to share.
At 11pm, they could only return to the manhole cover. They lit a candle to illuminate the dark and smelly space. There was garbage all around, and everyone gathered around the central heating pipe and lay on it to keep warm. This old heating pipe was their life. Without it, they would not survive the winter.
If there are gods in the world, there must be a god of heating pipes.
The children rubbed their hands together and prayed towards the heating pipes, which also served as a way to keep warm.
"Heating pipe god, please bless me to meet a person from Shenzhou tomorrow."
"Heating duct god, I want to pick up the food bags discarded by the burger shop. There are lots of potato chips, bread, and meat."
"Meat chunks! I like fried chicken legs. When my mom was around, she would often take me there to eat."
"Heating pipe god, I want to grow up quickly and work to earn money."
Amidst the laughter and chatter, the half-grown children gradually fell asleep.
When everyone fell asleep, the oldest boy found a pure white fruit from the corner, rubbed it with his hands, and all the frostbite and injuries on his body healed. Then he used the fruit to treat the frostbite of others, so that everyone could survive the winter.
But it is not a solution after all. After this winter, there is still next year and the year after. They shiver in this gutter endlessly. They are still young and can still laugh, but in a few years they will not be able to laugh anymore.
I took a look at the poster next to me: The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.
He wrote his name.
Long Shaoming.
He found a star in a dirty garbage dump, and he firmly believed that he had some kind of destiny to smash this disgusting black soil to pieces.
After picking up the stars, I am no longer myself.
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