The prime of life will not come again, it will be difficult to get in the morning, and the time should be encouraged, and the years will not treat others.

It was the middle of summer, and before I knew it, it was June. The beginning of autumn is not far off, but the hot weather has not abated in the slightest. Knowing that the chirping was weak in the branches, the green leaves were curled up by the dry weather. The branches and leaves shrank and swayed listlessly in the wind. The sun scorched, and a warm current rose from the earth, blowing on people, making people feel uncomfortable. People have long since changed into light clothes, as thin as they can be, as long as they can withstand the heat, no one cares about the problem of physique.

Under the fiery red sun, people are busy without being affected. The detained travelers, the peddlers and pawns, each has their own place to go, and they are busy.

The sun is fair, and as long as the sun is there, it will surely make everyone feel its warmth.

Yuzhou is in such a hot situation at this time, and he cannot extricate himself or be spared.

Outside of Tokyo, there is a smooth road as far as the eye can see. As far as the eye can see, at the end of the horizon, at the limit of the field of vision. On both sides of the official road are sparsely placed several watermelon stalls placed by nearby villagers. Under the small melon shed, there is no cool at all, and the melon farmers all leave the melon shed to stand in the shade. A puff fan in one hand is gently shaken to drive the air away and dissipate the heat, while sweating profusely.

"It's so hot. ”

Some people can't stand the scolding.

There is no one walking on the official road, and the figure is sparse. Melon farmers can only waste time and shine in the shade, and no one comes to buy melons in such a hot weather. A group of people were talking about the parents, and the time passed minute by minute.

"Whoop, whoop......"

Everyone stopped talking, all caught by the sound of breathing. In this summer, there are still people who are not afraid of the heat and come out to walk around. Isn't it hiding at home or in the shade of a tree to escape the heat? So seeing people walking around, everyone was still quite curious and wanted to see where it was sacred.

What caught my eye was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a thin blue shirt. A coarse cloth wrap was worn on his back with both hands empty, and his sleeves were all rolled up high because of the heat, revealing a large section of his arm, which was flushed red from the sun. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was sweating, beads of sweat were rolling on his cheeks, his hair was wet, and his sideburns were clinging to his face. The wheezing sound came from the young man, who thought that in order to hurry in search of greenery, the young man's steps would not be small. Even though you have stood still, you have not diminished the sound of snoring.

"Oh, it's a pretty young guy, why is his face so scary. ”

An old man selling melons couldn't help but make a sound with a pu fan in his hand.

Let's take a closer look, isn't it? The young man who stands tall and standing on the official road is indeed outstanding at first glance, and he is a talent. Take a closer look, a centipede scar between the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, with the flow of sweat, looks shocking, extremely hideous, blind with a good skin, a scar for life. This is the voice of many people at the moment, as if he felt the gaze of everyone, the young man didn't care, and nodded to everyone with a slight smile.

After standing and resting for a while, the young man strode forward to the melon stall.

"May I ask whose melon stall this is, I will buy a watermelon to relieve the heat. ”

The young man stood in front of the melon stall, his eyes fixed on the people hiding in the shade of the trees, and asked.

Everyone looked at each other, oops...... It turned out that business came to the door.

One of the old men with thinning hair was stunned first. Then Shi Shiran came to the melon stall and replied angrily.

"The young man is my melon stall, two pennies a piece, not sweet and no money. ”

Although he was frightened by the scar on the young man's face, the melon seller didn't care. Business still has to be done, otherwise such a hot naïve should come out and have fun.

The young man picked one at random, paid for it, and walked to the shade of the tree with the melon in his arms. didn't get together with everyone, one person picked a direction, squatted on the ground and gnawed on melons silently. The food is delicious, and the stains are sound.

It's really good, it's sweet enough, it's thirst-quenching enough. After a while, a watermelon went down. The young man smacked his mouth and said silently.

After a short break, the young man waved goodbye to the crowd. Carrying a coarse cloth package on his back, he walked towards the gate of the city, but this time his steps were much slower, and he was no longer in a hurry.

The young man walking on the official road carrying a coarse cloth package was Emperor Han Qing, who came all the way from the old Li Tou Restaurant in Zheng County.

Two hours passed, the city gate was in sight, and the tall city gate building loomed, about to come into view.

Emperor Han Qing slowed down his pace and stood aside and stopped to look.

This journey from the Zhengxian ferry to Tokyo City took more than two months. Measuring the land of Jiuzhou with footsteps, stopping and stopping all the way, it finally approached on June 16.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed. Along the way, the boat and car were tiring, over the mountains and mountains, wind and rain, non-stop, non-stop, or arrived.

Along the way, I saw the waterfall flowing down 3,000 feet, and my mind was agitated; I also saw the shepherds galloping on horseback, wantonly rushing; I also saw thousands of troops pulling out, and the Jiuzhou army changing guards, and the momentum was like a rainbow. It's actually a bit of a pity that I didn't see people traveling to heaven in my practice. It's been two years since I came out to march, and the real cultivators have hardly ever seen it. He had to wonder if there really was such a thing as practice. If it weren't for the presence of the black-clothed man who chased him first, and the existence of the qi in the real entity. He couldn't help but be suspicious......

After two deaths and rebirths, the desire to have power is even more urgent. And the feeling that life is really in your own hands, and the feeling of being killed by others, and the feeling of being powerless is too uncomfortable. If you wanted to practice before, it was just out of curiosity and germination when your grandmother prayed for rain successfully. Later, I saw that Carefree was chasing and killing his parents, and it was easy for him and his grandfather to kill Carefree with three or five divisions. Later, Li Guohao, the deacon of the outer gate of Shushan, was born, breaking through the clouds and flying against the wind. These all left a shadow in the hearts of the teenagers at that time, which were amplified over time.

At the ferry in Zheng County, he thought a lot that night. Time is gone, the time of youth will eventually pass, and it is impossible to go on like this forever. You have to take the initiative and look for opportunities, which is the right way. Although everyone in Jiuzhou lives a long life, their parents and grandparents have also said it more than once. The sooner you practice, the better, because you miss the age and the bones are set, and then you want to practice is no different from the old man moving stones, the more tired he becomes.

So it was very urgent, which was why he was eager to repay his kindness and leave Zheng County as soon as possible.

He never forgot revenge, but hatred is not all there is to life after all. There is still a long way to go in life, and he can't just hesitate because of hatred, right? So he decided to take the initiative to find opportunities for cultivation and join the cultivation sect as soon as possible to start practicing. Although the Taoist Sutra is still practiced tirelessly every day, it has not made any progress at all. There must be a corresponding exercise match, these are all things that have to be considered at the moment. So he came to the capital of Yuzhou, Tokyo City, non-stop.

The mind turns a hundred times, but it is only a matter of a moment. He didn't stay long, and after showing the guards at the gate of the city, he stepped into the city of Tokyo.