"It is said that snow falls in the eighth month of Hu Tian.”Looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky and feeling the bone-piercing cold wind, Xue Xin couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, even the Quan Zhen Seven would not be able to recognize Xue Xin. His eyes were unfocused, his face was ordinary, and his face was sallow. Coupled with his unnoticeable figure, he looked like a middle-aged man who was in dire straits. Of course, this was all thanks to the mask he was wearing. Xue Xin still had some unspeakable thoughts on this trip to the desert, so before he left, he had specially picked out this exquisite mask from the hidden treasures at home, which was completely flawless when worn on his face.
Xue Xin stayed at home for three months this time. In the middle of July, when his family's intelligence organization had collected enough information, he bid farewell to his family and headed north, setting foot on the road to the desert. Thinking of his mother's worried eyes when she found out that he was going to the bitterly cold place beyond the Great Wall and that he was likely to live there for several years, Xue Xin felt very uncomfortable. He shook his head and threw these useless thoughts out of his head. However, the things he had seen along the way quickly appeared again.
Previously, he said that he wanted to leave home to travel to increase his strength. However, he did not expect that he would be captured by the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect after just a month in the Double Yang Palace. For the next year or so, he was tied to his disciples. This time, he had a new idea, which was to see the real life of the people in this era with his own eyes. Therefore, Xue Xin didn't use his qinggong for the first few days. He just walked slowly on the road with his own feet, but soon he couldn't stand it.
Even though Xue Xin had struggled at the bottom of society for a period of time in his previous life, when he compared the most difficult situations in his memories with what he had seen and heard along the way, Xue Xin finally understood what it meant to be in deep water and suffering, and what it meant to be in dire straits. There was no need to mention the refugees who had left their homes for various reasons along the way. Just the few farmers that Xue Xin stayed with at night were said to have a good life. However, Xue Xin only recognized one of their staple foods. He had seen it once when his grandfather was feeding pigs in his previous life.
When they left, Xue Xin gave them a generous reward, but when they thought about how they were now, with a family with a house and a field, it could be said that they were doing quite well in society. Just like the refugees that could be seen everywhere on the road, he did not know how many he would encounter in a day. Those people were really beyond his ability to help. The strength of an individual was indeed very small. So what if this person's martial arts were unparalleled? In the end, Xue Xin had no choice but to increase his speed of action. If he missed the night, he would just find a random place in the wilderness to deal with the night, but he would completely escape.
What he had seen and heard in the Song Dynasty's territory had already made Xue Xin's heart very heavy. However, when he crossed the Yangtze River and entered the Jin Kingdom, Xue Xin's heart began to ache. Along the way, he had seen countless bones on the roadside. In the villages he passed by, Xue Xin had encountered countless tragedies where Jin soldiers robbed and killed villagers. In the beginning, he couldn't help but take care of a few groups of Jin soldiers, but none of the villagers he saved gave him a good look. It could even be said that as long as they didn't glare at him or curse at him, they would be treated very well. After a few times, Xue Xin also understood the reason, but his heart ached even more. In the end, he was a little numb. As long as he didn't encounter anything that killed people, Xue Xin simply couldn't be bothered-the victim didn't even need you to be a good person, so why would you meddle in other people's business?
Xue Xin's heart slowly became cold and numb along with the things he saw along the way. However, a ball of fire burned fiercely in the depths of his heart. In the excruciating pain, Xue Xin asked more than once in the depths of his heart,"These people, these people who can endure the slaughter of the non-humankind without any resistance, but who are angry and even curse at their own kind who are helping them, are they really my compatriots? Were they really the descendants of the Great Han Dynasty who could shout,'Those who offend the might of the Great Han Dynasty will be killed no matter how far'? What exactly was it that had destroyed the dignity of the Han people that was once deeply rooted in their bones?”These questions were constantly on Xue Xin's mind, but he couldn't answer them. He had no power to change the situation, so he could only avoid them far away, so that he wouldn't see them and feel better. Xue Xin suddenly thought of the person called Eastern Heretic. At this moment, Xue Xin seemed to understand him a little. Huang Yaoshi was also an extremely intelligent person. However, it was precisely because he was so intelligent that he had long seen through the current situation of the entire nation. However, he was also powerless to change it. Therefore, he had fled far away from the sea. Therefore, he was cynical. Therefore, he was called Eastern Evil...
Retracting his scattered thoughts, Xue Xin's eyes regained some color, but looking at the vast white prairie in front of him, he dragged the heavy flattery and walked forward mechanically. For the first time, he was thinking about the future. "Can I do anything for this society? After transmigrating, one could easily obtain extraordinary skills and techniques. The past and future generations knew this very well. Without a doubt, I can still control my own fate. But so what? He could go over and call Guo Jing his brother, follow him around, and pick up a few beauties. Then, he could casually practice his martial arts. He could go over to the Huashan Sword Competition and become the best in the world. Then, he could retreat bravely and live in seclusion. But what was the meaning of such a life?”Of course, this was the ideal life in Xue Xin's mind before, but the experiences of these few days had deeply touched him. For the first time, Xue Xin began to think about the meaning of life. However, how could a child who was less than twenty years old understand such a philosophical question?
However, it was easy for smart people to get into a dead end. At this time, Xue Xin was also about to get into a dead end: "Speaking of meaning, is there any meaning in life? What was the point? It was said that when a person died, it was like a lamp going out. As long as a person died, everything in his life had nothing to do with him. No matter how much wealth and power he had when he was alive, it was useless to the dead. Everything that he had experienced in his life, such as grudges, love, life and death, those unforgettable memories would disappear with the arrival of death. Since it would always be a waste in the end, what did it matter how many years he lived? What was the point of desperately pursuing power, money, and even martial arts when he was alive?”Thinking of this, Xue Xin suddenly felt as if everything didn't matter anymore. He felt like he had nothing left to live for. Xue Xin had been a little distracted these few days, and his mental energy had been greatly exhausted. At this time, his heart was filled with pessimistic and desperate emotions, and the brilliance in his eyes became even dimmer.
Moreover, a person's essence, qi, and spirit were closely connected to each other. At this moment, Xue Xin's mind was greatly damaged, and even the internal strength in his body was affected. The automatic circulation of internal strength gradually became sluggish and slow. At this time, Xue Xin had already walked in the snow for an entire day without resting. He relied entirely on his internal energy to help him keep out the cold. However, as soon as his internal energy went wrong, the cold outside his body began to continuously erode into his body. As a result, Xue Xin felt that the fire in his heart a few days ago had been frozen, and his entire body was emitting cold air from inside to outside. The coldness on his body was nothing to a person like him who had reached a certain level of internal energy, but the loneliness and despair in his heart were devouring him bit by bit.
Xue Xin, who was immersed in his own inner world, also knew how much time had passed. Suddenly, he felt that the scene in front of him was like the shaking camera that was shot when he was watching TV in his previous life. Then, he felt a little dizzy and staggered and was about to fall. Xue Xin subconsciously took a breath, but not a single bit of inner force surged out of his body--he didn't know that he had been walking in the snow for two days and two nights, and his spirit and inner force had already reached the edge of exhaustion. Xue Xin fell to the ground before he could raise his internal strength. At this moment, his mind regained a brief clarity. The memories of his childhood slowly appeared in front of his eyes. The hard training he had done every day since he was young was only to lay a more solid foundation for martial arts in the future. He spent an entire day in the study room flipping through all the books just to understand the meaning of a sentence on the secret manual. Sweating profusely under the scorching sun, just to reduce the error of drawing the sword…Sigh, now it seems that I don't know why I was so persistent when I was young.”At this time, he already knew that his situation was not optimistic, but strangely, he did not think of taking any self-help measures. His heart was very calm, allowing his thoughts to spread out uncontrollably.
However, even at this moment, he was still thinking about the meaning of life. At this time, he had already recalled his memories of this life, but it did not help him in his thinking at all. Thus, he began to slowly flip through the memories of his previous life. Suddenly, a sci-fi story that he had read in his previous life occupied all of Xue Xin's thoughts. It was also a story about the meaning of life called "Morning News"(written by Liu Cixin). It was about a group of scientists who met a powerful alien creature. In order to pursue the truth, they were willing to sacrifice their lives in exchange for an opportunity for the alien to answer a question. Although Xue Xin was moved to tears when he read this story in his previous life, he was only a junior high school student at that time, so he was only touched. In fact, he did not understand the deep meaning behind it. But when he recalled this story again, Xue Xin suddenly understood a lot.
"The meaning of life doesn't exist to begin with. It depends on what kind of life you choose. For the scientists in the story, the pursuit of truth and knowledge was the meaning of their lives. Similarly, those people who couldn't understand before were the same. To them, that promise was the meaning of their lives.”
Yes, people would eventually die. In fact, there was not much difference between dying earlier and later. In the end, they would not be able to bring anything with them. Therefore, for those people with lofty ideals who sacrificed their lives for justice, if sacrificing their lives could protect the truth and beliefs in their hearts, it would definitely be much better than dying of old age and illness for decades. At least their sacrifices made their lives meaningful.
When Xue Xin thought of this, he finally temporarily put aside this unsolvable problem. But in the blink of an eye, he thought of another problem. If he died here without a sound, what meaning was there in life? Wouldn't it be useless to practice martial arts without stopping since he transmigrated? "No, my life hasn't begun yet. The meaning and value of life have to be created by myself in the future. No matter what path I take in the future, at least I can't die here. I can't let these ten years of suffering go to waste.”
The doubts in his heart gradually disappeared, and the desire to survive began to grow stronger again. Xue Xin's heart began to burn again. A surge of internal energy emerged from his dantian out of thin air. Xue Xin felt that his body had regained some strength. He quickly got up and took out some food from the horse behind him. He ate it with the snow on the ground and then fed the horse some food. When he felt that his strength had recovered a little, he quickly continued on the road. He felt that his current physical condition was very bad. He had to find a place with people as soon as possible, or else he would still be unable to escape bad luck.
After walking for a short while, just like his premonition, Xue Xin felt himself getting colder and colder. He knew that he was starting to have a fever, and the internal strength in his body was once again exhausted. His footsteps began to stagger again, but at this time, he already had a strong desire to survive. With the support of a firm belief, he walked forward step by step. Although his steps were staggering, he never stopped. Finally, when his consciousness was already extremely blurry, a few yurts appeared in front of Xue Xin. Then, his vision went black, and Xue Xin completely lost consciousness.
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