I don't believe it!

I don't believe it!

I don't believe fate has been so unfair to me!

I don't believe that God is so cruel to me!

I don't believe that life is as dehumanized as an ant to me!

Perhaps, all this is a test of heaven for me, right?

When I was a child, didn't my mother ask me to memorize sentences like this:

Therefore, the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and act chaotically, so they will be tempted to endure and gain what they cannot......

Mother is the daughter of a talented woman outside the mountain!

Is the purpose of my mother teaching me to read and read books and memorize poems and texts just to make me literate and recite sentences with such profound meaning? No, absolutely not, my mother must have wanted to tell me through this kind of writing how people should face the difficulties and setbacks they encounter in life.

Isn't that so?

Definitely!

Zhao Xiang, you can't give up easily!

You can't cower and retreat, and you can't be pessimistic and negative!

You have to use all methods, use all possibilities, and be determined to survive in the Wuyue Sect!

You want to let this scar kid who lacks the innate conditions for cultivating the truth and is just a mixed spirit root in the eyes of the head of the Wuyue Sect look like a person!

From the outer disciple to the outer disciple's accommodation area, the one-kilometer mountain road, although it bends left and right, up and down, Zhao Xiang walked for half an hour.

Just walking, thinking, thinking, walking.

For Zhao Xiang, this half an hour is far more than a month, or even a year's perception.

Perhaps, everything that happened in the past few hours today has given him far more thoughts and insights than ten years.

Along the way, most of the outer disciples he saw were between fifteen or sixteen years old, all wearing gray winter coats, with square bronze medals pinned to their chests, all of them were in a hurry, not smiling, and even if they passed by on the other side, most of them were indifferent. Some of them are older, but they are only about 20 years old at most, and never more than 30 years old.

Most of them were holding nail rakes, hoes, shovels, shovels and other labor tools in their hands, and some of them were carrying burdens, buckets, nail rakes, and wheelbarrows.

Holding back the myriad thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xiang stopped in front of a row of extremely low brick and stone bungalows.

There are a lot more outer disciples wearing gray winter coats here than elsewhere, but everyone's expressions are no different from what they saw on the road, they all look cold and frosty, and even the eyes that occasionally float over are like black-eyed chickens, I can't wait for you to eat me and I eat you, as if everyone owes each other three hundred yuan and does not pay it back, or has some deep hatred in the past life and this life.

Zhao Xiang quickly looked at it, and his eyes fell on the independent courtyard in front of the two rows of bungalows.

There are three courtyards, and there is a low wall outside, which is exactly where the deacon disciples in charge of the outer disciples' accommodation area work and live and live.

After handing the square bronze medal to the deacon disciple, the deacon disciple looked at Zhao Xiang coldly, didn't bother to say a word, impatiently pointed to a house, and threw him a key.

Zhao Xiang has actually adapted to the stiff expression and indifferent atmosphere for a long time, and he has spent it at home like this since he can remember.

He picked up the key from the ground and walked quickly out of the deacon's disciple's office.

Before he walked to his room, a voice came to his ears from the deacon's disciple:

"Scar boy, don't blame me, someone sent me a message and asked me to arrange you in the darkest, most humid, and most leaky room, and in the future, you will have to enjoy it......! Even if you keep it, hehe, I'm afraid you'll have to shed a layer of skin. ”

Although the voice was not loud, he could hear it clearly.

It seems that hearing will also increase, and it is more relaxed, natural and simple than hearing Wu Renyi's self-talk.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang was no longer surprised that he could hear a sound from a hundred meters away.

Familiarizing himself with the environment first, he pondered, made the bed, and left all the doubts to be clarified later.

He took out the key, opened the door, and went in to see that the room was not big, with two beds, a wooden table, and two chairs, and the beds were covered with winter bedding, and the room was very clean.

But Zhao Xiang found that it was very cold in the room.

Through the wooden window in the north, Zhao Xiang found that it was originally a small mountain, two or three hundred meters high.

Zhao Xiang estimated that except for a moment of sunlight visible at noon, the rest of the time, it was either blocked by a row of houses in front or covered by the hill behind.

Not only that, Zhao Xiang also suddenly had a layer of enlightenment, that is, he vaguely felt that this house seemed to be located on an extremely cold underground spring, and bursts of yin qi rushed up from the depths of the earth, directly into this hut.

No wonder the room was so cold.

Zhao Xiang didn't know how he could feel this way.

He just smiled a little self-deprecatingly, patted his head with his hand, and said secretly:

What happened to me today, did I run into a ghost? Or I was scared stupid by Tang Biao and Wu Renyi?

Zhao Xiang chose a wooden bed that seemed to be unused, the one near the window, took off the package on his shoulder, and then lay down on the bed, thinking and thinking.

Although the Wuyue faction came in, those guys were just putting on a show in front of Grandpa Hu Jinshan, they didn't want to let themselves cultivate anything at all, they just wanted to use all kinds of methods and use all kinds of means to drive themselves out of the Wuyue faction as soon as possible.

No, the environment of the place where I live is ridiculously poor, and I am afraid that it is the best among all the outer disciples.

Zhao Xiang said in his heart, listening to the meaning of Wu Renyi before, tomorrow's work is to cut wood.

Ten stones, 1,200 catties, is an astronomical amount that cannot be accomplished for me, a thin boy who is only ten years old.

Isn't this a problem for me?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang just sighed a little helplessly, raised his left hand, and rubbed his forehead.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and only then did he notice that the deep scar on his left palm was actually gone!

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and brought his left palm closer to his eyes, and there was still no scar!

Is it a dream?

The fresh scar left by the scratch of the broken porcelain not long ago disappeared all at once?

Still not convinced, he tugged at his hair with both hands.

The pain in his heart made him feel that this was not a dream at all.

A flash of light flashed through the depths of his mind - could it have something to do with his mother's ring?

The more deaf and clearer I become, does it have anything to do with it?

Definitely!

Today, I didn't hold anything in my left hand, except for my mother's ring, which I held for a long time!

Zhao Xiang got up from the bed with a bone, trembling hands, hurriedly unbuttoned the cotton robe outside, put his hand into the pocket of his underwear close to his skin, and touched it several times before he took out the ring that exuded his body temperature tremblingly.

Staring at the ring in his palm, Zhao Xiang was suddenly stunned!