Chapter 199: Rest Without Borders

When he came home in the evening, he didn't tell his mother about it, and he didn't know what he thought at the time - the world of children is always so weird. Mother made the same clam soup, but she was happy to say that there were two very small sea cucumbers left that could not be sold, so she stewed them in the soup and urged him to try them.

He felt full, and he had no appetite at all. The two or three mouthfuls of raw "fish" meat in the stomach swelled like a sponge absorbing water, filling the stomach and intestines. In order not to disappoint his mother, he still took two sips and felt tasteless. He coped with it for a while, and then said he was going to sleep. His mother was still worried, thinking he was sick.

He was obviously very sleepy at night, but he couldn't sleep at all, tossing and turning. He didn't eat a lot, just a teenager's ordinary intake, and he didn't think it tasted anything special at the time. It's not as delicious as fresh fish, and it's not as bad as rotten fish. He remembered the texture of the meat, not tight or loose, just different from any fish and shrimp he had ever eaten. As for the taste, it doesn't smell as enticing either.

But now, his memory is always beautifying that moment. The farther away from that moment, the more he remembered that time. The smell became so fragrant that I couldn't help but salivate just thinking about it. He ate many things in the future, but they all made him feel like chewing wax, as if his appetite had been raised at that time. He could no longer get satisfaction and pleasure from any food. Although he remembered it very well, it shouldn't have tasted so delicious at that time.

"Shark meat deprives you of your sense of taste." Liu Sheng said coldly, "I have heard very few examples...... Shark meat has a different feeling in everyone's mouth. Some people think it's fresh, some people think it stinks, and you think it's as plain as water. But there may also be the possibility that it would have been a delicious delicacy in your mouth, but because of the lack of supplies and the long hours of fasting, you could not have noticed and understood the taste at the time. As you smell and eat more and more, you will gradually realize what it was like to taste. ”

"Perhaps...... That's what I thought, too. But it didn't matter anymore, and I lost my ability to understand the concept of 'delicious' forever. It is only when you taste the food that you will be fascinated by others that you feel a little bit of taste. ”

Only then did they realize that whether it was last time or this banquet, Divine Officer Chu hadn't eaten much. I thought that he, like many monks and Taoists, could be unmoved by worldly things such as food. It turned out that he was not interested at all.

"Is losing taste a curse for the merman?" Ao Yan asked.

"No...... Immortality is. ”

"My God......"

"Eating shark meat will keep you from death. If you don't suffer fatal injuries, it's impossible to just wait for yourself to grow old and die. Chu Tianyan stated quietly, "But in that era, few people knew about it. At that time, the mermaids were also very afraid of people, because people would capture them and sacrifice them to the king. However, it is just a novelty, and if most people know that it has such an effect, I am afraid that they will find a way to kill them very early...... There is a legend about the merman, and you must have heard it from them. ”

A few people nodded.

Chu Tianyan continued. After that, he only relied on the minimum food supply to keep himself from starving. As he grew older, he never spoke of it to anyone again, and he never saw any mermaids again, living or dead. When he was in his twenties, he said goodbye to his mother and boarded a merchant ship that had just opened to the northern continent. It is said that it was a vast land, full of wealth and opportunity.

Twenty no regrets. He made a lot of decisions, met a lot of people, went through a lot of things, and learned a lot of things. He did many jobs: from boatman, fisherman, and porter, to horseman, butcher, porter...... He was a very motivated man, especially when he saw the real prosperity, and he was even more unwilling to be a frog at the bottom of a well in the gutter for the rest of his life—ah, at that time, he did not know that he had an almost eternal life.

Thirty and standing. At the age of thirty-two, he met a carpenter's father, who took him with him for the longest time. By chance, he learned that his master had been a bandit in a certain mountain when he was young. After checking some things with each other, Chu Tianyan found that he was most likely his father's brother. The old man himself has no daughters under his knees, too

After the two places were opened, he returned to his hometown to work as a carpenter. Once passing by a fortune-telling stall, the two were stopped by the charlatan, saying that this child is auspicious and can live a long life. The old man was very happy, so he paid for it, and asked the gentleman to give him a name by the way. Because the old father is different from his biological father, the biological father only has a nickname and no surname. Master's surname is Chu, and Mr. said that he was short of wood in his life, so he let him have the surname Chu together, which can be regarded as officially accepted as a righteous son - although their relationship is more like a year-old friend. It didn't matter about the name, because it was so ordinary that he couldn't remember it anymore. However, the teacher's life was not good, and he fainted while working, and fell from the shelf on the third floor, breaking his head and smashing the ground.

Forty is not confused. But at this age, he still has many unanswered questions, and he still feels that there is an infinite amount of knowledge to learn in this world. He doesn't have a wife, not that he hasn't. Forty years ago, he valued money very much, was busy with all kinds of work, had no fixed place to live, and did not care about the affairs of his wife and sons. When he was in his early forties, he saved some money, and saw that his former friends of the same age all had wives and even children, and the family of three or four shared the joy of family. It is impossible not to envy nature, so I asked the matchmaker to say it. There was a girl in her twenties whose husband died and who remarried. originally agreed, but the girl's family summed it up and felt that he didn't even save enough money for the house in his forties, which was unreliable and regretted his marriage. There is also a girl in her thirties, nothing else, just a little silly, and it doesn't get in the way. Who knew that when he was in the church, the girl turned from stupid to crazy, and suddenly launched a madness to bite him, and this time the marriage was also lost. He later felt that he didn't have to marry a wife and have children, but the people around him did it, and if he didn't do it, he wouldn't die, so why should he take the rest of his life for something he was actually unprepared for?

Fifty knows the destiny of heaven. When he was fifty years old, his mother, who had worked hard all his life, died of illness. He didn't usually have much correspondence with his mother, because he was illiterate in the past, and although he had learned a little, his mother still couldn't read it. So, they just sent something to each other, and asked the messenger or co-worker to bring a message. And in the past 30 years, he has often run business with others, and has been constantly crossing the sea between the two places. One day, a co-worker who had worked together at sea returned to his hometown and found that his mother had died at home, so he immediately wrote to him to inform him of his return. He hurried back and had a sloppy funeral. According to custom, he put his mother, who had never left the beach for the rest of his life, onto a raft dedicated to the god of the sea. The people there firmly believe that Poseidon-sama will accept all people's lives fairly. He knew more about the faith, and his opinion on the matter was mediocre, but his mother believed in it. He grieved for a while, like all ordinary people who have lost their mothers.

Sixty and ear smooth. He has no sorrow or joy, and still lives a mediocre and boring life. Over the years, he has also met many fortune tellers, monks, and Taoists, and has also calculated many hexagrams, most of which are contradictory. One can imagine how many scammers have been involved in it. The fortune tellers said the most about his wife, and he never married anyone again—he never liked anyone anyway. More people did say that he lived a long life and lived to be one hundred and twenty years old, and they all made him laugh at the time. But maybe that's right? In 60 years, he had never had any serious illness, and now he felt that his body was very strong. He made a few friends who often corresponded with him, and after ten or twenty years, they also passed away one after another. Sometimes he attends their funerals, sometimes he doesn't—because he's too poor to do it.

Seventy and do what you want.

He met a high-ranking man, a fairy girl who looked to be in her fifties. The fairy aunt said that he had a long and almost infinite time, and even asked him directly if he had eaten anything that he shouldn't have eaten back then. He thought about it and thought about it, and recalled that anything he ate in this life was tasteless, and he must have eaten the meat for the merman back then. The fairy aunt suggested that he find some immortals to guide him and make more immortal connections. Although his life span is extremely long, his appearance will continue to age with age, and his body will become fragile. If you become the kind of person who is even thinner and more terrible than a centenarian, I am afraid that I will not be treated well. So he followed the advice of the fairy aunt and went to get acquainted with the immortals and learn immortal arts. In his old age, he finally learned the method of disguise and transformed himself back into the appearance of a young man. By consuming all kinds of medicinal herbs and elixirs, and constantly practicing immortal martial arts, he was finally reborn and won back his young body for the old soul. It was also at that time that the immortals who instructed him gave him a name and changed his name to Tiangul.

The ** mortal fetus of human beings naturally cannot cross the gap of heavenly principles, and the same is true for immortals. It's nothing more than through cultivation, in exchange for hundreds of years more time than ordinary people, and then in a decent way

The son is just in the ground. But he himself has a time that even immortals envy.

But he still felt lonely like never before.

What's so good? You can become an immortal without desire and desire, but you can pursue a long life, greedy for life and afraid of death, isn't this the biggest greed? He couldn't understand it, and there was a lot more he couldn't understand. Walking in the crowd, listening to the crying and laughing of children, and the fighting and slapping of young men and women, he felt extremely noisy. He disdained to have these things...... Although there has never been. He missed the years he understood these things, and these things never came again.

It doesn't matter, it's not a valuable thing......

He was even more bored when he learned that his lifespan was longer than those of those immortals, and at least the former could still do something meaningful in his limited time, both for others and for himself. He felt that he might be a "submissive" person who could accept whatever happened calmly and even gladly. He has lived a full life that belongs to humanity...... And this life goes on with no end in sight. He has traveled far and wide, from his parents' homeland to his birthplace, and even to farther countries. He has heard a lot of grand history, and he has also witnessed many small stories.

From the initial amazement, to the accustomed calmness, to the boredom of nothingness, and today's insensitivity. Can humans break through the limitations of populations? Perhaps not, the shackles of human nature limit too many things. dynastic changes, city-states rise and fall; Myths return, legends reappear...... No matter what you see, hear, touch, or say, the bigger it is, the more empty it is; The smaller it is, the more empty it is. Again and again, human beings repeat the sad past, and repeatedly stage the farce of meaningless wine bottles, old and new.

Because of confusion, he plays on the spot, and he can't help because he is confused. Time has passed, and it is still a lonely goose. Everything is seen from beginning to end.

Nothing new is on the dust web.

No family, no lovers, not even friends – not all of them. No one can accompany a person whose life is far longer than his own, and it is difficult to say whether he can hold on to it until then, regardless of the moment of life and death. What's more, nothing can be filled in this empty heart, and over time, nothing can be put in.

He also visited many people, people who were outside the world. Scholars are immersed in inquiry, and can still be intoxicated by the constant flow of knowledge; Believers worship gods and Buddhas, and they can also find comfort in fantasy and longing. He has nothing, nothing to understand. He didn't have a god of his own...... But he met a "god", and that was one of the two people he rarely remembered.

One was the god of incense who had not yet ascended the throne at that time, Qianmin Po.

"This incense pill can bring people back to life." He was holding something in one hand, and he also had one in the other, "And this is the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, an imitation made by the northern continent in our name." It's useless, but it can only temporarily recall a few wisps of the soul of the deceased, and it will soon dissipate. And our rejuvenating incense can give birth to skin, flesh and bones. The skins are in tatters, so what's the use of having the remnants of the soul? It's just like our illusions. ”

"What if a living person eats it by mistake?" Chu Tianyan asked.

"This little Soul Rejuvenation Pill can temporarily calm the souls of human beings that are about to dissipate, but it is not very useful. You know, humans are fragile, right? But my rejuvenating incense, the living should be careful. There is bone meal from the merman as a medicine. Qianmin Po looked at him meaningfully, "You and I are destined, I will give you one, you have to use it properly." ”

The other one is a painter.

"If a painting is properly preserved, it can be stored for thousands of years. Painting will keep beautiful things forever in this moment. The same is true for people. ”

"But he can't speak, and he won't move."

"People who live forever at some point must be lonely, right? That's no different than a painting. ”

“…… Would you be willing to make a picture that could both speak and move? ”

"Huh? Think about it...... If so, maybe that's pretty good, isn't it? ”

This painter aroused Chu Tianyan's interest, after all, he was different from the people he had seen over the years. It would be nice if the painter could survive all the time, he really wanted to have a friend who could talk.

But unfortunately, the painter died, and he never thought about it. They haven't known each other for long...... He was alone again.

He is a lonely eternal.

He was the original Lost.