While the Martial Kings from all over the Fire Country were reading the ancient book in an orderly manner in Jiangbei Academy, the live broadcast of " A Diary " continued on Jiangbei TV Station.
Today, the diary was still Tang Feng's daily essay.
This was the first time that an ordinary person's diary had been played for two weeks.
Prior to this, the only thing that could be played continuously for several weeks was the diary of a Martial Emperor when he was young.
May 5th, 2020, sunny.
"It has been six months since I started cultivating at the end of last year. In the past six months, I have finally broken through to the Postnatal realm.
Sigh, it took me six months to break through to the Postnatal realm. I should be the slowest person in the world to level up. It seems that I'm really not cut out for martial arts.
However, since he had already reached this stage, he could not give up. He would just make do with it. From today onwards, he would set a goal for himself. Although the hope of becoming a grandmaster in his lifetime was not high, humans had to have dreams.
The audience in the live broadcast room pursed their lips when they saw the contents of the diary.
Old Fan.
The audience in the live broadcast room had long been accustomed to the diary owner's Versailles.
If he didn't finish the game, the audience would feel that something was wrong.
The Postnatal realm is indeed much stronger than the Martial Warrior realm. I feel that I can kill a raging bull with a single punch. I decided to go to the mountains to find a raging bull to practice with.
Summer was approaching, and the animals in the mountains had increased again. Recently, more people had entered the depths of Northern Mang Mountain.
In the past few days, I found several corpses in Northern Mang Mountain. There were men and women, old women, and white-haired old men. These people were all martial artists without exception. Moreover, it seemed that their cultivation levels were not weak.
I was puzzled. Why did these people go to the deepest part of Northern Mang Mountain? Could it be that there was a treasure hidden there?
As soon as I arrived at the territory of the Reckless Bull, I saw a man and a woman sitting close to each other under a tree from afar.
There was no movement, as if he was dead.
I walked up to take a look. The man was already dead. The woman was still alive, but she was on her last breath.
I sized up this woman. She looked like she was in her thirties. Just from her appearance and figure, she was an impeccable beauty. Even Second Sister was inferior to her. Looking at her clothes, she was definitely not an ordinary person. She must have come from a big city.
I temporarily gave up on the idea of sparring with the wild bull. I picked up the scattered things on the ground, carried the man's corpse on my shoulder, and finally carried the woman back to the village.
As he hugged the woman, a faint fragrance lingered in his nose. It was really nice.
At this moment, the curiosity of the guests and the tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room was once again aroused.
The venerable Green Phoenix, Chen Feixuan, was already a rare peerless beauty in the world. The woman in the diary was even more beautiful than the venerable Green Phoenix. How beautiful was that?
The owner of the diary had met the most beautiful girl in Jiang Bei, Lin Jia 'er, and then the peerless beauty, Chen Feixuan. Moreover, he had spent quite some time with these two peerless beauties. He must have developed a sharp taste. Ordinary beauties would never enter his eyes.
The woman who appeared in the diary was definitely a peerless beauty.
Who could it be?
He was curious.
After I settled the woman down and fed her the spirit herbs that I had picked previously, I brought the man's corpse to that valley and buried him there.
Another grave appeared in this beautiful valley.
I stood there for a long time as I looked at the dozens of graves without tombstones. These people had once led glorious lives, but now, they had all become nameless corpses. They could only lie quietly in this small valley and would never be remembered by anyone for the rest of their lives.
At this moment, I thought of the old woman who brought her granddaughter to look for her son. I thought of that night when she sat alone in front of her son's grave and cried. My heart was filled with mixed feelings.
These people had abandoned their loved ones for some illusory things and ended up lying here forever. Could it be that those illusory things were more important than their loved ones?
May 6th, 2020, drizzle.
The woman woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at me. There was no trace of life in her eyes, as if she was already dead.
She asked me how her husband was doing.
I was silent for a moment. She seemed to have understood something. A line of tears flowed out of her eyes, but she didn't cry out loud. She just silently wept.
I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. In the end, I gave up.
May 7th, 2020, overcast.
The woman's injuries have improved and she can walk on her own. Moreover, her recovery speed is terrifying. I can't imagine how she recovered from such serious injuries in such a short period of time.
She asked me where her husband was buried, and I took her to that valley.
For the entire day, she knelt in front of the new grave. She didn't speak or cry. She just sat there, her sorrow greater than death.
May 9th, 2020, drizzle.
That woman still hadn't returned. She was still sitting in front of the new grave. I was worried and decided to go over to see her again.
When I arrived at the grave, I found her lying on the grave mound. She had already fainted. Beside her was a pool of blood.
I was shocked and quickly carried her home.
I fed her a bowl of meat porridge. She only slowly woke up at night. I was clumsy and tried to persuade her that the dead could not be brought back to life. My condolences.
She leaned against the window and did not say a word. Her long black hair was scattered and covered half of her face, making her look especially dispirited.
May 10th, 2020, drizzle.
In the morning, the woman suddenly sat up and said that she wanted to drink. She hoped that I could get her some wine.
I thought that perhaps the wine could temporarily make her forget her pain and let her temporarily abandon the troubles in her heart.
I brought over two jars of grain wine that I brewed myself. She picked up the jar and poured it into her mouth.
It was such a spicy drink, but she didn't care at all and downed it in one gulp.
Two jars of wine were emptied in the blink of an eye. She asked for more wine, so I could only go and get a few more jars.
After ten jars of liquor, she finally got drunk and fell asleep on the bed.
May 11th, 2020, sunny.
After I woke up, I realized that the woman was gone. I quickly went out to look for her. When I reached the courtyard, I saw her sitting under the fruit tree from afar, drinking alone.
A tree, a person, and a few jars of wine. They were lonely and dispirited.
I stopped for a long time before finally giving up the idea of persuading her. Perhaps, this was better.
When night fell, she was still under the tree, drinking alone and dreaming.
In the early morning, I walked out of the house and walked to the fruit tree. I looked at the woman who was leaning against the fruit tree and sleeping soundly. I was a little angry. The dead had passed away, but the living had to continue. How could the dead be at ease if she didn't cherish herself?
I picked up the drunk woman and returned to the house.
I couldn't sleep that night.
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