In this rolling red dust, can a person really have the power to control his own destiny?

- "Twilight Quotations"

Inside the inn

Wen Tian looked at the three big characters written on the cover of the scroll, and he was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart.

"Spear psychics?"

......

"Woo ......"

Suddenly a voice sounded in the quiet room.

"Whew!"

In the dim light, a white shadow flashed.

"Woo!"

Looking at the square table in front of Wentian, a white creature like a kitten was squatting, its little white short tail swaying from side to side.

On that little face, a pair of psychic and crystal eyes like precious jade were happily looking at Wentian sitting at the table. And in the dim light of the candle flame, even the eyes seemed to be infected with joy.

Look at the little clouds

The sense of disappointment in Wen Tian's heart gradually dissipated.

Wentian's right hand gently touched Xiaoyun's white little head.

"Poof!"

"Xiaoyun, rest early!"

The candlelight has been extinguished.

......

In the dark

There seemed to be a murmur of questioning

"It seems that it is time to look for chance. ”

......

Day 2

The morning sun poured in through the curtains, like a breeze soothing the cold in the house.

But......

In a certain inn and a certain house

Four pairs of eyes, large and small, were staring at each other, all with a little surprise and a little joy in their eyes.

On the opposite side of several people, they were sitting on wooden chairs, asking the sky indifferently.

It turned out that early in the morning, Wentian came to visit these people.

"Ahem!"

The young man with the folding fan coughed lightly twice, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"That, ask brother. What is the important reason for coming here early in the morning?" the young man with the folding fan said the doubts shared by several people.

"What do you need?"

Without warning, Wen Tian came out with a sentence that puzzled several people.

"Huh!"

The young man with the folding fan was stunned.

Good for a while

The young man came to his senses.

"I don't know what to say about my brother?"

Wen Tian frowned and said, "Didn't you want me to join your sect?"

"Ahh

The young man who folded the fan was shocked when he heard this.

Then, his expression became excited.

"So, brother, did you agree?" The young man with the folding fan stood up excitedly, and his tone seemed to tremble as he spoke.

"You haven't answered my question yet. "Wentian is still so puzzled.

"Whew~"

The young man exhaled and calmed his emotions.

"There are no conditions, in another month it will be the time when the sect will start recruiting people, just ask my brother to apply for the exam. ”

"At that time, I will personally wait for my brother to come. The tone of the young man who folded the fan was very sincere.

"Good!"

But Wentian was not as polite as the young man, so he directly dropped a good word and turned away.

looked at the back of Wentian leaving. One person was very dissatisfied.

"Senior brother, this guy is too rude!"

When the young man with the folding fan heard this, he smiled slightly: "He is not the kind of person who is rude in his eyes. ”

"Okay! Since Senior Brother said so, then forget it!" compromised the person who spoke out just now.

......

After leaving the inn

Wentian did not go back to his residence, but walked alone in the crowd.

Walking in the crowd, Wen Tian crossed his hands between his sleeves, and his expression was full of loneliness.

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph~"

A man dressed in brocade and satin, with precious jade on his fingers, holding everyone's work in his hand, walked in the middle of the street with a high spirit. Behind him, he was followed by several burly guards.

When Wen Tian looked at it, he knew that these guards were all cultivators.

"Look at it, look at it! That's the son of the General's Mansion, and we don't dare to offend. ”

"That's right, although even the prince of the world doesn't dare to use force easily in Lingcheng, but out of Lingcheng, it's hard to say. ”

"You're right, Shizi is not a good man. ”

“......”

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, and although most of the cultivators here were cultivators, they basically chose to forbear, because many cultivators were obsessed with worldly things.

"Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. This sentence applies not only to ordinary people, but also to those cultivators who seem to be high.

Therefore, everyone retreated to both sides, and Wentian also retreated to both sides with everyone.

"Hmm!"

The prince was very satisfied when he saw everyone's reaction.

As a result, there was only this prince and a few guards in the middle of the entire road.

In the crowd, Wen Tian was indifferently a bystander.

"Life is just a few years. ”

"In this world, we are all just a bunch of people living under the rules set by fate. ”

"Like most people, whether it is a rich and noble person with a lot of money, or a powerful minister who invades the wilderness, or a cultivator who is longed for by all people. ”

"They get sick, they get old, they end up sleeping under the loess. ”

"At the end of the day, we're all just poor people who can't even control our own destiny. ”

"Since they are all poor people, then what qualifications do they have to think that they are superior!"

"Is it the so-called wealth-tie-in-the-box, or the so-called power, or the so-called cultivator?"

Looking at this situation, Wen Tian unconsciously looked up at the sky half-covered by dust and sand.

"In this rolling red dust, can people really have the power to control their own destiny?"

The sky is silent

......

After the prince is gone

The streets are back to their usual scene.

Wentian was still standing in place, looking at the misty sky with indifferent eyes, as if he wanted to wait for an answer.

The people who came and went looked at Wentian very strangely, and hurried away.

Unconsciously

It's noon

"It's time to go back!"

Ask the sky to whisper.

"Little friend, please stay. ”

There was a hint of hoarseness in the rough voice.

Ask the heavens to find the prestige.

But behold, a man with his left leg on the ground, his right foot hanging down on his left foot, and his left wrist on his right knee, dressed in a coarse linen garment, with his right arm half-exposed, and his hair disheveled, leaned against the corner of a wall made of stone.

It is speculated from the appearance that there are about forty more.

Next to the man's left hand stood three long swords and four long knives. Both the long knife and the long sword appear to be the same length. The scabbard of the long sword is all antique yellow, and the scabbard of the long sword is dark gray.

In front of the man, there was a black canvas with books on it.

Wen Tian did not rush forward, but looked left and right, and then pointed at himself with his right finger.

"Are you calling me?"

"Yes, little friend. The man replied.

Wentian looked at the man and was silent for a while.

"What's the matter?" asked Wen Tian aloud.

"Ahem!"

The man cleared his throat.

"I look at Xiaoyou's bones in amazement, it's a martial arts wizard who hasn't been born in a hundred years!" The man's eyebrows fluttered.

Wentian glanced at it.

The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, looking a little evil, and then said: "Anyone can see this! ”

"Huh!"

The man was stunned, and Wentian's answer didn't match the script at all.

(End of chapter)