Chapter 54 The Past is Ruthless
I don’t know how many years ago.
There are endless wars and conflicts in the secular world, with various vassal states vying for supremacy, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the sky is full of flames.
In this endless struggle, the ones who suffer the most are always the innocent people.
The boy's parents had already died in the war, leaving only the boy.
The fields are barren, the villages are abandoned, and the laughter and joy of the past have been replaced by the neighing of war horses and the clashing of weapons.
With the war, many people were displaced and their families were broken up.
In order to avoid the war, everyone kept running away.
The boy could only go with the flow, dragging his weak body and following everyone's footsteps to a city that had not yet been conquered.
As dirty "refugees", people like the boy would only be despised by the people in the city, and some would even spread rumors that they were carrying some disease.
The boy was lying in a dark alley, being beaten by several well-dressed children. He knelt down with his head in his hands, enduring the beating silently.
"Dirty beggar, so dirty!"
"Get out of our city now."
"It must be you beggars who brought the disease into our city and made my mother sick!"
Several children were beating the boy under them while saying vicious words.
The boy said nothing, his face stern.
Unexpectedly, this attitude further aroused the anger of the children.
Until a woman appeared.
Her delicate body stood in front of the boy.
"What are you doing? Go away! Stop bullying me!"
The woman chased away the evil children around her with a ferocious expression on her face.
The children looked at the woman holding the stick, got frightened, and ran away in all directions.
After the child was driven away, the woman helped the boy, who was lying on the ground with bruises all over his body, up.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked with concern.
The boy's eyes were numb and he remained indifferent.
He was obviously used to such things, but after taking a look at the woman, he immediately looked away.
"How pitiful! Here's what you eat!"
The woman took out a cloth bag from her pocket, which contained a few soybean cakes.
The boy hesitated for a moment, then took the cloth bag and began to eat it voraciously.
The woman looked at the boy in front of her with eyes full of love.
I couldn't help but wipe the stains on his face with a handkerchief, "It's okay, no one will bully you in the future."
The boy was startled and looked at the woman in front of him.
The other person was looking at him with a smile.
The boy was silent, not knowing what to say. Perhaps it was because he had experienced the turmoil of war in his youth and witnessed the purgatory of life on earth.
At this moment, I don’t know how to respond to someone who is kind to me.
......
For several days in a row, the woman would prepare food for the boy.
The boy also felt a long-lost sense of relief at that time.
In times of war, even a moment's rest is a luxury.
"Are all your family members gone?" The woman looked at the boy with pity.
The boy shook his head.
"Is that so... Then I'll take care of you from now on!"
The boy raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him so seriously for the first time.
"Don't be afraid, the war will definitely pass!"
The woman patted his back gently and comforted him patiently.
The two sat by the wall, watching the sky dyed lead gray by the thick smoke.
......
On this day, there were drum beats and smoke rising everywhere.
The woman handed the boy a bowl of freshly boiled brown sugar water and said, "The city is surrounded and there's no food left. This is the last bit of sugar I hid. Drink it quickly!"
The boy looked at the brown sugar water in front of him, looked at the woman, and shook his head.
"Now's not the time to be pretentious, drink now and hide!"
The woman was a little anxious.
The roar of the war drums shook every inch of land like thunder, as if even the earth was trembling, foreshadowing the coming catastrophe.
The woman forced the brown sugar water in her hand onto the boy, gave him a few instructions, and then hurried outside.
The boy looked at the brown sugar water in his hand and watched the woman leave.
......
"Bang--"
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the distance.
The city gate was broken.
The cavalry came like a tide, the sound of horse hooves roared, and the dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.
The armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and every sound of metal collision was accompanied by the warriors' low roars.
It is a desire for victory and a contempt for death.
Trampling, burning, charging, rain of swords, flash of knives...
Listening to the piercing sound piercing his eardrums, the boy hid in a wooden box in the alley, looking at the devastated scene through the gap.
The more he looked, the colder and calmer his heart became, like a deep pool.
until......
A delicate figure appeared in front of the alley and was slashed by a weapon. Bright red blood scattered all over the sky and the ground.
The boy stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Somehow, my body moved before my heart.
The boy walked out of the wooden box and approached the woman lying on the ground.
The woman was already dying at this point, unable to speak, she just stared at the boy with an unyielding look.
He looked at her.
She wanted him to live.
"Heh, I didn't expect there was a bastard hiding here!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Behead him!"
On horseback, soldiers holding spears were about to strike forward.
The boy suddenly picked up the sword scattered on the ground, his cold eyes calm.
In an instant, under the sky and above the earth, the swords of heaven and earth rang.
At this time, the elder of the Sword Sect who was passing by Fansu saw the sword in his hand trembling slightly, and his face was shocked.
"Ten Thousand Swords Resonating? He's actually born with a sword heart! To think such a talent exists in this mortal world!"
Then he flashed and locked onto the boy in the city.
......
That day, an ordinary city fell into deathly silence.
On the same day, the Sword Sect in the world of immortal cultivation gained an unparalleled sword genius.
After observing him for a while, the elders of the sect found that this boy was indifferent to life and death, had no worries in his heart, and was free of love. He was the perfect choice for practicing the ruthless sword art.
Therefore, he was asked to become a disciple of the ancient sword ancestor, and his master's surname was Lu, and he was given the name Wuhui, which means there is nothing to be taboo about.
......
"Master?" Luo Diandian waved in front of him.
Luo Diandian had a strange look on his face. Why was this guy so dazed?
Lu Wuhui looked at Luo Diandian in front of him.
Hundreds of years had passed, and he had long forgotten the man's appearance. Moreover, because he had practiced the ruthless sword and lacked emotions, he had forgotten his original feelings.
At this moment, looking at the bowl of food in front of him, his sea of consciousness rippled slightly.
Jiemie was also trembling slightly, reminding him to get rid of distracting thoughts and focus his mind.
Taking the bowl from Luo Diandian, Lu Wuhui looked at the dumplings cooked in brown sugar water in his hand, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, and put it into his mouth.
"How is it?" Luo Diandian asked with anticipation.
"It's okay." Lu Wuhui nodded and continued to eat slowly.
Luo Diandian curled her lips. This man always had a cold expression on his face no matter what he did.
Neither good nor bad, just like a piece of wood.
A heartless and emotionless piece of wood, so pitiful!
Luo Diandian sighed.
Yeah, it's so pitiful...
The past is like smoke.
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