If you can sublimate, exist, and die perfectly,

What do you have to worry about gaining and losing?

The faltering man, with scars, enjoying the struggle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even when he died, he dreamed of the lion in silence.

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How fragile are human beings?

As a former human being, Zhibei knows this very well.

The fleshy body was heavy, fragile, and easily fatigued. Running causes wheezing, attacks hurt you, and illness can hurt you even if you're doing nothing. Poison can put people to death; Stone can also put people to death; Even a needle can kill a person; Everything in this world that is larger than a person can end a person's life, and everything that is smaller than a person can also end a person's life.

It seems that everything in this universe has malicious intentions towards this small life born on earth. Whatever it is, it can make the fresh become a tombstone.

It is fitting to use reeds as a metaphor for human beings to reflect the ultimate vulnerability!

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In the twilight, it was raining terrible rain.

It was a curtain-like rain that blurred everything around it.

In the dim light, Zhibei couldn't see their faces clearly, and he couldn't hear their words clearly.

Everything seemed to be far away from him, and the pouring water slowly pulled the plane away, until it isolated everyone from everyone's world.

The rain was like a cage, like a prison, imprisoning everyone in strange loneliness.

It's a painful feeling.

It's not just the numbness that the cold pervades the skin, it's not just the tiredness of crawling on the back. There is also the pressure brought about by the human unconscious, the psychological pressure that is almost devastating.

It's torture.

To describe this suffocating torrential rain as a divine ordeal is so apt that people can't help but turn their love into fear.

Oh, yes! Humans are neither gods nor monsters, but simply fragile humans.

However, Zhibei heard crazy words in this human being who was nothing.

"The competition is about to continue, Lord Bodhi, please light the torch for everyone again, this time I guess I want to ask you to use more mana!" The old but firm voice of Izo reached Zhibei's ears through the continuous sound of rain.

Are they crazy? Zhibei's heart couldn't help but have such a thought, in this rainstorm that can't even be seen clearly, do you want to continue running? Do you want to continue playing? Fragile lives can be crushed to death by fallen trees at any time, and they can fall and break at any time due to negligence. It only takes a brief moment of weakness for completeness to cease to be complete.

At best, this kind of rain can only make people fearful, and make people awe of the natural power, but this determined continuation makes this rainstorm full of despair.

"I see, guys, please come to me again!" Saint Bodhi said lightly. To Zhibei's surprise, Sheng Bodhi actually did not stop such a game.

Through the rain curtain, the holy Bodhi noticed Zhibei's gaze, he sighed, and said: "I can't stop them, because the sacrifice of the gods is not allowed to be interrupted, and they are convinced that luck is always accompanied by an unyielding will, and the rain of the gods is precisely the prelude to reward." I can't stop it, so I can only do my best to light the light for them. How, Walker, do you still want to participate? ”

"Of course!" Zhibei handed the wooden stick in front of the holy Bodhi and replied without hesitation. Zhibei doesn't like to admit defeat easily.

"Peng, crackling." A tiny flame with a warm orange color appeared in front of Zhibei, swaying in the wind and letting out a faint cry of disbelief.

Soon, the men all raised their torches and gathered under the bamboo building.

The women, on the other hand, brought sheltered tarpaulins from their homes and watched from afar.

It's about to start.

Athletics in the rainstorm.

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The tiredness in the rain is ten times more than usual.

The wind swept the cold air, freezing Zhibei's internal organs. The raindrops slapped his muscles hard, and the changing scenes in front of him seemed to be soaked in ink, making his eyelids tingle so hard that he couldn't help but close. The most unbearable thing was the sharp pain that the wheezing lungs experienced in the moist stuffiness.

He was running, crawling, crawling, crawling in muddy water.

Zhibei couldn't think anymore, only the pain caused by fatigue and lack of oxygen kept him a little awake in front of him, and made him grit his teeth and move forward.

He didn't know if there was anyone around him, because he couldn't hear anything other than the rain.

It's coming, it's almost there! It's time to arrive!

With the idea of longing in his heart, Zhibei drives the doll that belongs only to him to move forward.

Suddenly, as if he had crossed some barrier, his ears were suddenly filled with loud cheers, and dense figures appeared on the screen made of rain.

He saw that the tall bamboo building, and the men climbing on it, were all missing.

Their bodies looked small in the wind and rain, but their arms were as firm as a rock, and they grabbed the bamboo poles and climbed up.

They climb, climb, bite sticks and climb up! There was a serious look on his face, and a pious fire flashed in his eyes.

However, before Zhibei had time to sigh, an accident happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, a figure fell from the very top of the crowd.

White Blossom's beard and hair were held up by the wind, but it still couldn't stop the mad fall. It was Kentaro Watanabe, he was old, and he was already very tired after a vigorous run, but in order to compete for the first place, he still climbed the bamboo tower without hesitation.

He was so tired that he couldn't hold his hands steadily, so he slipped off the bamboo pole.

This slip is a desperate fall.

He fell so fast and abruptly that no one had time to help him, and the revival of the Holy Bodhi had already dodged, but he was too far away, so that when he arrived, his thin body as thin as a reed had fallen heavily to the ground, splashing in all directions.

Zhibei couldn't help but close his eyes, no one likes to watch the destruction of life - especially now that he is. The heavy impact sound seemed to hit his heart, making him constantly replay the fall just now in his mind, the horror on the old man's face, and the struggle of the old man's limbs, all of which were meticulously reflected in the replay over and over again.

He felt his limbs tremble.

This is the end of life! This is the greatest intimidation!

"I'm fine! Ha ha! I'm fine! Suddenly, Zhibei's ears sounded with joy, and the familiar hoarseness came from Kentaro Watanabe.

He didn't die, he wasn't even injured.

Kaguya saw that moment, and in the place where the old man was about to fall, suddenly grew from the grass, and the branches were pulled from the ground, and in an instant they grew taller and grower, and grew branches and leaves, and even scattered white flowers. The grass that grew in an instant was fluffy and dense, catching the old man's falling body like a cushion, and after shaking like a spring, it succeeded in saving an old life.

Grass, flowers? How did the plants grow in an instant? Kaguya couldn't answer the question, but she did, and the old man stood up again after a moment's pause.

He waved his hands upwards and shouted passionately and tremblingly, "Gods, this is a blessing from the gods!" This is the blessing of the gods! I will continue to climb, and for the sake of this God's blessing, I will climb, climb, until the fire of dedication is lit! ”

He's still going to climb? Kaguya was a little stunned, the person who had just almost stepped into death, but now he wanted to approach the abyss again? Is he stupid? Want to pursue that fear again? Check it out! Everyone else has stopped, and they know what fear is.

"In life, how many such sufferings, how many such crises, how many insurmountable moats." Kentaro didn't care about the eyes of others, he walked like a bamboo building, as if he was reciting a poem aloud, and some kind of sacred solemnity climbed up his face.

"We are humble and small beings, but we are the ones who are most attracted to the eyes of the gods. That weak body imprisons us, brings us troubles and fears, and these are painful! But it is precisely because we understand the meaning of suffering that we can gain God's attention. I'm old, so I'm tired, I'm tired, and every part of my body tells me with pain that you shouldn't move anymore. But this pain is the real pleasure, and he also told me that you are alive! Kentaro Watanabe, if you're still alive, it's time to fight!! ”

"To experience the pain!" Kentaro's hand grasped the bamboo pole, he tilted his head high, looking at the sky as dark as night, "To feel it, to grab him, to kiss her affectionately." All the faltering, all the repressive suffocation, all the ugliness that no one loves, is really a symbol of human progress. So, I won't throw in the towel!!!!! ”

The old man let out a silent roar and began to crawl upward, his rickety body like a child, bursting with new vitality.

Kaguya was stunned, and she felt her body and mind begin to vibrate, which was a great resonance that would only appear after seeing beauty.

She seemed to hear the lamented roar of the gods, rebuking the climbing soul for not valuing life. She seemed to see the gods laughing and weeping, and lamented how holy the old soul was.

The old man was like a black hole, attracting the attention of all those present, and on that ugly and thin body, it seemed that there was some gospel of the gods, and everyone felt heartfelt happiness as he climbed step by step.

"This ......," the pleasant voice snorted, uncertain.

"This ...... It's truly eternal, the beauty of human beings!! Zhibei affirmed, sighed and shouted, "I found it, I found her!" That's not the desire to use others to achieve, nor is it the ambition to hurt others to accomplish, that's pure unyielding pursuit! To all victory, to all beauty, to all freedom, fairness, happiness! We use our small bodies to pursue, to struggle, to struggle! unimaginable, unimaginable! ”

Zhibei laughed and shouted: "Such a spirit is the most perfect flower in the world, an eternally clear heavenly spring, and an eternally inextinguishable lava!" She is a poem, a song, a painting that can never be seen clearly! Kaguya! My daughter! This is the only real beauty in this world, and she is a stubborn pillow that only those who love life can see!! ”

"Ah...... I can't help but laugh! Father! ”

In a rainstorm like ink.

A faint glow ignited a grand flame.

In such a soft light and out.

The beautiful Kaguya Hime is revealed,

A smile that overshadows everything.

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