Chapter 91

Xie Shui corridor was filled with dim lights, and the high hanging bright moon was reflected in the lake.

A bright light also appeared in the numerous palaces and houses.

Su Po walked among Xie Shui's buildings, and the drooping willows were desolate, looking a little desolate.

Just as the night was about to devour the residual afterglow of dusk, the high and loud bell rang through the sky, and then turned into bursts of sound waves.

The dead leaves left on the dead branches rustle down.

Bursts of sharp breaking wind began to rise. Su Bai looked up, and the shadow flashed in the numerous cultivation halls, and there were all over the sky in the half sound.

The noise immediately sprung up like bamboo shoots, dispelling the coolness of the autumn night.

These figures are filled with the breath of different strengths and weaknesses, of which the strongest one has the nine aspects of entering the Tao, and the lowest one also has the three aspects of entering the Tao.

The strong wind rolled the fallen leaves, and the vigorous figures flashed away.

No matter where the class existed, Su Bai stopped and looked. These Langya sect disciples were completely different. Su Bai noticed that the disciples of Langya sect walking in the front were filled with strong breath and fierce eyes. They were the leaders of Langya outer gate, that is, the most eye-catching existence in Langya outer gate, just like those bright stars in the night sky. These people were called superior in Langya outer gate.

There are two kinds of people who are different from the upper class. One is the middle class. Although their cultivation is not as good as the former, they are distinguished. Some come from Imperial families, dignitaries, nobles and children of aristocratic families. Although these people were wearing the clan robes of Langya clan, they looked carefully. All these clan robes were expensive materials, with Peiyu pinned around their waist. Most of them gathered together to discuss the situation of Huangya Prefecture and imperial battles.

The second is the lower class. Most of these people are from poor families, and their sects are white. These people have no background and their strength is not prominent. They are the most unobtrusive existence in Langya outer gate, in other words, they are also the existence with the lowest status. Compared with the upper class and the middle class, these people are somewhat lifeless, silent, bow their heads and walk at the end.

Su Bai looked at this scene without expression, and his eyes slowly glanced over the straight away figure, and finally fell on the Langya sect disciple in the rear, "a few months ago, I was the third kind of person!"

In these people, Su Bai vaguely saw the bad luck in the past. There is no so-called fairness in this world. Even if there is fairness, it is just differential treatment. The upper class people enjoy most of the resources of the sect and live in the best Palace houses. Although the middle class can't enjoy too many sect resources, they can enjoy the resources of the forces behind them. The lower class people, But you can only rely on yourself.

The three kinds of people walked in different directions. Su Bai raised his eyes slightly and looked at the towering sword hall building in the distance, where the superior lived and enjoyed the best demon meat every day.

Su Bai took back his eyes and walked along the Xie Shui corridor to the third kind of people.

The choking smell of blood filled the air. Su Bai met countless surprised eyes along the way. Su Bai could not stand the waves in his eyes and walked quietly away from the towering sword hall building.

Along the path of the secluded path, Su Bai felt as if he had walked through a busy street and suddenly walked into a slum. The huts were next to each other, and the steep mountains and rocks stood abruptly. There were countless garbage in it, filled with a choking smell. Su Bai even saw some snakes and mice similar to previous lives running around it. Su Bai stood in place, even if he saw the scenes here in his memory, When Su Bai saw it with his own eyes, he suddenly sighed. Who could have thought that behind the magnificent cultivation hall and rows of palaces and houses, it was so dirty and messy, which was completely different from the flying attic and flowing pills in front of him and the immortal family with ancient pines.

Walking along the street like a slum, Su Bai could see several disciples walking towards the shed with rotting demon meat. After half a ring, a curl of cooking smoke rose.

"What a poor place!" Su Bai murmured in his heart. He walked carelessly. After walking thousands of meters according to the memory of his body, he came to a shed. The old shed looked black with the accumulation of years.

"Is this where I live?" Su Bai frowned slightly. The unlucky man was more embarrassed than expected. Su Bai vaguely remembered that when the unlucky man's cultivation was at its peak, he also lived in the most dazzling sword hall building. However, with the retreat of cultivation and the deliberate humiliation of Liu Dong and others, he could only move here. According to the unlucky man, This is the only place that Liu Dong and others disdain to come.

Su Bai opened the dusty door, and the smell of decay immediately came to his face.

The light in the shed was very dim. Su Bai stood in front of the door and didn't go in. The empty shed had no furniture, only a precarious broken wooden bed covered with the fur of an unknown monster.

A simple stove was placed in front of the broken wooden bed, and there were some broken pots beside it. Su Bai stepped forward, sat on the wooden bed covered with dust, and gently grabbed the largest pot. There was only a piece of rotten pickled meat in the empty pot. These pickled meat could keep the aura in the demon meat through special secret preparation. Su Bai vaguely remembered, Before the unlucky guy left, he carefully put the pickled meat here and didn't want to eat it. If he was lucky to survive the blood refining, the pickled meat will be used as his own reward.

Su Bai sighed slightly, grabbed the rotten pickled meat, tore off the fur and wrapped it carefully, "one day, I will put this meat into the mouth of Liu Ziang!"

The mustard Bracelet glowed faintly. Su Baijiang took it inside. He took off his blood stained ancestral robe, found a white and patched ancestral robe at the head of the bed, put it on, and sort out his clothes a little. Even if the clothes were simple, they could not hide the evil charm on Jun's face. He opened the old bed sheet and a yellow book, which was covered with dust. Su Baijiang grabbed the book, Slightly lying on the wooden bed, let the dust stain his shoulders.

A faint moonlight shot in from the window coffin and landed at the head of the bed. Su Bai gently opened the book and entered the scribbled words, just like a reptile:

"The world is full of injustice. What I can do is not only accept, but also resist!"

"As soon as I open my eyes every day, I say to myself that today is the most promising day!"

"Su Bai, there is no desperate situation in the world, only those who are desperate for the situation!"

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"When there is only despair left, what is the qualification to resist? But Su Bai, who dares to resist fate, has never been so timid!"

"Su Bai, even if no one in the world gives you encouragement, even if those people ridicule your ignorance and your ignorance, you should stick to it gracefully!"

"Oh, I am a person who is afraid of being alone, but I am a person who is often alone. I often don't know how to talk to others!"

……

"Another year, condensate failed again!"

"I've never heard such a soothing piano. She is a beautiful girl in heaven, and I'm a lowlife wandering in the slums, but I can't help looking at her more today."

"Now that I have set foot on this road, even if I climb, I will climb down!"

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"I'm going to participate in the blood refining. I may die, but I have no choice. Even if there is a wanzhang cliff ahead, I'll try. If I can live back, I'll stand in front of Uncle BU with a smile. I'm the man's son and won't let him be ashamed!"

There are no bright and dark lights, and the background color of the distant night dome sets off the mess all over the ground, this dirty slum.

All kinds of Langya sect disciples hurried by. Most people are used to this dirty slum, and they rarely complain.

Su Bai sat cross legged in front of the dark hut. The cold moonlight fell on him. On the Yellow scroll, Su Bai slowly closed the scroll. In the distorted handwriting here, he seemed to see a scene of the unlucky looking up at the sky under the dark sky, watching him resist for his fucking fate and fail again and again, Looking at him in despair, he encouraged himself in the dead of night. Looking at him who was afraid of loneliness, he could only talk to himself. Looking at his humble broken heart, he throbbed because of a girl for the first time.

With his eyes closed, Su Baiwei could vaguely see a gray figure, but under this gray figure, there was a vast and magnificent ocean, "he is more tired than anyone, stronger than anyone, and humbler than anyone!"

"I will live brighter than anyone!" Su Bai murmured, tearing up the scroll in his hand, and the debris in the sky moved gently in the wind, like a dancing butterfly. Su Bai was like standing in the wind and snow, quietly looking at the dark shed, which was the most familiar place in his memory. Standing here, Su Bai was like holding a funeral for that humble and strong heart, which no one knew.

If someone looked into the deepest part of these dark eyes, he would see the bright light like stars. Turning around, Su Bai had no nostalgia. Just like when he came, he walked calmly, like walking in a leisurely court. When Su Bai walked out, the bright fireworks bloomed proudly in the dark sky, like clusters of dazzling lights shining in the night sky, It brightened the whole sky, lit up the dirty slums, and outlined the dusty faces. A little expectation appeared like flowers blooming in the wind without warning. Su Bai stopped looking at the enchanting fireworks, but the sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He raised his eyes to the dead, low and rugged path, where, A well-dressed young girl stepped gracefully on the barren and dirty ground against the backdrop of fireworks, just like fireworks, bright and dazzling... [bookid = 3011077, bookname = Immortal Emperor] [bookid = 3026951, bookname = Star River in Baota town]