Modify destiny starting from Liaozhai

Chapter 134 Master is here! 【Ask for monthly ticket】

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By the river, a young man held a thin bamboo pole and poured out his vigorous energy towards the weeds.

After cutting off all the weeds higher than his knees, the young man placed his hands flat on his waist, palms facing the sky, first slowly raised them, and finally slowly lowered them, making an exhalation motion.

"Hey, Xiaohu, what are you doing?"

A woman pounding her clothes by the river asked with a smile.

The tiger-headed young man stared with small eyes and said: "I heard from the doctor that my mother's disease came from this river. Then I just need to kill all the grass by the river, and my mother's disease will be cured!"

After the young man finished speaking, he held the bamboo pole with both hands and played with the sword several times in a "ho ho ho ho" manner.

"Look at my Wang Hu's swordsmanship, ho ho ho, my Wang Hu is invincible in the world!"

The woman who was tying the clothes said with a smile, "Don't listen to that doctor's nonsense. Your mother's illness was caused when she was giving birth to you."

The young man's face instantly became extremely ugly. He clenched his fists, his face turned red from suppressing the pain, and shouted: "Aunt Liu, don't talk nonsense!"

Aunt Liu sneered and continued to mess with her clothes, "I'm not talking nonsense. If it wasn't for giving birth to you, why would your mother have to suffer like this?"

"what!!!"

The young Wang Hu roared, threw away the thin bamboo pole in his hand, and ran back home with all his strength.

Dad is still away, and mother's illness is getting worse. His time at home is getting shorter and shorter, and the time he spends in the mountains is getting longer and longer.

Wang Hu heard his father and mother say when they went to bed at night that after his father dug some big things in the mountains, he would have time to go outside the mountains and go to the city to treat his mother's illness.

Whenever this happens, my mother will hold my father’s hand and say.

When she dies, even if she wants to find a mother-in-law, she must find someone who is good to Xiaohu... The young man knows that his mother does not believe what his father says.

"Mother, mother!"

The young man rushed in from the door. The room was filled with the smell of medicine, which made people feel uncomfortable.

There was an old woman in the kitchen, cursing and cursing while cooking, saying things like "Sang Men Xing" and "Bad luck for eight lifetimes."

The boy knew what it meant and who she was scolding.

The boy rushed into the room, threw himself on the bed, and cried loudly.

A woman with gray hair and skinny bones on the bed struggled to raise her thin bamboo pole-like hand and stroked the boy's head.

"Who... who made... made... my tiger angry? Wait... wait... wait for the mother... to get better."

"Mother... mother will go and help you, help you scold... scold him."

The woman spoke intermittently and in a very low voice.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the boy stopped crying.

Because when I cry, I can't hear my mother's words.

"Mom, no one bullied me, I just miss my mother."

The young man wiped away his tears on the bed, raised his head, and forced a smile.

"Just, just, my Hu'er is so obedient, how could anyone be willing to bully me..."

The woman wanted to reach out and touch the boy's face, but as soon as she left his head, she fell on the bed and couldn't lift it up no matter how hard she tried.

"Why the hell didn't you know you were dead?"

"And you too, why are you crying? Why don't you come out to eat."

Mrs. Wang walked into the house and cursed.

The young man pushed Wang Po hard and cried loudly: "Grandma, please stop scolding my mother, please don't scold her."

The woman opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and she could only cry silently.

If she hadn't cared about the young man in front of her, the woman would have died long ago.

Died on that morning when he just cried.

……

Mother is dead.

On an ordinary day, the boy went to the river again and after cutting down all the weeds that were taller than his knees, he returned home and threw himself beside the bed.

The woman was never woken up again.

After his mother died, the boy rarely spoke.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that I go to the river every few days and cut down all the weeds that are taller than my knees.

Finally, even those that were less than knee-high were cut off.

The boy felt that without these weeds, his mother would not have died.

Maybe it was just like what Aunt Liu said, if it weren't for him... my mother wouldn't have died.

Not long after my mother left, my father brought back a new woman from the mountains, and asked the boy to call the woman mother.

The young man didn't want to, so he became even more taciturn.

With that woman, his father became much colder to him.

Especially after she became pregnant again, she became even more indifferent. There were several times when the boy didn't eat, and no one cared about her.

It was early morning.

The boy woke up early, cleaned up the weeds by the river as usual, and then sat in a daze.

Aunt Liu, who was timid, said: "Look at how long your bride has just been here, and she is already pregnant. Your father must have had a good relationship with your mother before she died."

The young man looked at her and stopped talking.

Aunt Liu continued, minding her own business: "When your stepmother has a child, your father will no longer want you."

"You are talking nonsense."

The young man picked up a stone and hit it on the water, splashing Aunt Liu all over.

"You have a mother but not a mother."

Amid Aunt Liu's scolding, the boy ran towards home.

But the boy didn't cry this time. He took a thin bamboo pole and chopped off all the crops he could see along the way.

"Hohohoho-"

The boy's voice sounded like he was practicing swordplay, but it spread far away.

A boy is still a boy after all.

This time when he got home, his father ignored him.

He just tied him to the old tree at the door and beat him severely.

The boy didn't cry either. He felt that he had shed all his tears in the past few years. Being beaten by his father, he just felt that he, the cauliflower swordsman, had met a stronger opponent.

But no matter what, from the young man's point of view.

Dad ignored him, but he still loved him.

So since that day, the young man seemed to have discovered some secret.

He became very naughty, often chopping up all the vegetables in the Wang family, driving the Li family's chickens all over the place, and throwing all the clothes hanging in his family on the ground when the Ge family was away.

Soon.

The young man turned into a look that was hated by everyone in the village.

The boy's beatings were getting harder each time, but he didn't feel any pain because his father would only say a few words to him when he was being beaten.

Usually, dad only talks to that woman.

until that night.

As usual, the boy was locked out and not allowed to go home, so he huddled at the door. He didn't fall asleep, so he heard the woman yelling at his mother.

Not only did his father not refute, he even responded.

He said that if it weren't for his mother, his family wouldn't be like this.

After hearing this, the young man was in disbelief at first, and finally left in despair. He felt that there was nothing in this home worth his nostalgia.

He stayed in front of his mother's grave for three days and three nights. On the first day, his father even came to call him.

Calling it shouting is nothing more than beating and scolding.

By the next day, no one would care.

On the third day, the boy was so hungry that he had no energy anymore, so he started to crawl home. After crawling all the way, he finally climbed into the village.

Driven by the boy's survival instinct, he begged for bowls of water and food from the villagers.

But no one is willing to give it.

Every villager who met him avoided him.

Some even yelled while retreating, "Die as soon as possible, go see your useless mother as soon as possible."

Among them, the most scolded were Ge Da and his wife.

The young man was still very angry at first, but gradually he lost the energy to be angry. He could no longer crawl. He struggled to turn over, lying on his back on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze.

Vaguely.

The young man saw his grandma and his father running over in a hurry, crying and howling, as if he regretted it, but it just seemed like...

On an unusual morning, the boy also died.

Because he only remembered before he died that he had not gone to the river to cut grass for several days.

……

Xu Changsheng's eyes were like a revolving door of Wang Hu's experiences. What was even more frightening was that he could truly feel Wang Hu's emotions.

The grief when his mother died, the loneliness when no one cared for him, the grief when he was beaten and scolded... and finally the pain of curling up in front of his mother's grave... Xu Changsheng seemed to be immersed in all of it.

He transformed into Wang Hu.

Finished his life.

In an unknown space, Xu Changsheng's expression kept changing, pain, pleasure, regret, anger... Gradually, another scene appeared in front of him.

The young man stood in front of the door, holding a thin bamboo pole in his hand. He reached out several times but did not push the door open.

Finally he came to Aunt Liu's house. Looking at the frightened woman, the young man lifted up the thin bamboo pole in his hand.

Just like cutting grass by the river, he went down with the pole and cut off the woman's neck.

It's like cutting off a weed.

……

In the Ge family.

The young man lifted up the thin bamboo pole again and chopped off three weeds.

……

Xu Changsheng felt all of this.

It wasn't until the image completely faded that the voice rang in his head.

"Do you think Wang Hu is wrong?"

"No... right, it's not him who's wrong, it's the world that's wrong."

"But he killed someone."

"Is killing wrong?"

"What if you are Wang Hu?"

"I...I want to kill, kill everyone!"

Xu Changsheng finished speaking through gritted teeth, and then he saw a scene. It was a ghost, a little ghost carrying a thin bamboo pole. From the end of the village, he killed... No, he just cleaned up all the weeds. .

Seeing that all the "weeds" were dead, Xu Changsheng lay down happily and showed a happy smile.

He knew that Gejia Village was originally located in Cuiluan Valley.

But later, everyone in the village was killed by Wang Hu.

What he was experiencing now was just an illusion created by two monks.

Gradually, the figure of Butcher Zhang appeared in front of him. He was tall and wearing a blood-stained apron. He was holding a butcher's knife in one hand and a bunch of candied haws in the other.

"Want to eat? After eating, you will be blessed with good luck."

Butcher Zhang smiled "gently".

Xu Changsheng subconsciously stretched out his hand, but when he was about to grab the candied haws, he suddenly stopped.

What did he remember.

He felt that the candied haws in front of him was somewhat familiar, and the figure of the butcher was also somewhat familiar, as if he had... seen it somewhere.

Then a picture appeared in his mind.

【Destiny Map】

'I'm not Wang Hu, I'm Xu Changsheng! '

He shuddered and woke up instantly.

"Yes, it seems that the Taoist heart is firm enough."

Monk Hua Deng's voice of approval rang in his mind, and before Xu Changsheng could ask, he asked: "Why don't you want to take over the bunch of candied haws?"

Xu Changsheng didn't say that it was because of the bunch of candied haws that he came to his senses.

He felt that there was a coincidence and someone was helping him.

Otherwise, even if Xu Changsheng could wake up, it would not be so easy.

And the identity of this person...Xu Changsheng also vaguely had the answer.

He was still infected by Wang Hu's emotions. He was silent for a long time and asked: "Since the world is wrong, do I have to join in the evil?"

"good."

"Great goodness."

A scholar's voice of appreciation suddenly sounded in Xu Changsheng's mind.

He was unmoved and suddenly said: "I seem to know what sword I should practice."

"Oh?"

Xu Changsheng did not answer. He just felt the rhythm in his heart silently. After a while, a wisp of sword intent rose from his body.

It's not strong, but it's definitely present.

Xu Changsheng felt the sword intention and thought in his heart: "A three-foot green-edged sword can wipe out injustices in the world... This is my sword."

Sword intent.

That is, everyone's understanding of their own sword.

Whether it's attack, protection, life or death... Xu Changsheng didn't know what the sword intention he understood was.

Attack?

bodyguard?

Maybe forget it.

He only felt that if he could use his sword to settle injustices, then he could use his sword very quickly and fiercely!

While thinking about it, the voice of Monk Hua Deng sounded in my mind again.

"Cui Pei took the bunch of candied haws you didn't want."

"You won the first level, but you were involved too much with Wang Hu, so this second level... your state of mind was affected much more than Cui Pei."

"In addition, you gave up the string of candied haws that can enhance your strength, so for this third level, you just have to do your best."

Xu Changsheng raised his head, and there was no longer nothingness in front of him. He returned to Cuiluan Valley.

He was sitting in the valley, and the sky was filled with immortals.

Opposite him was the imposing Cui Pei.

His sword-like sword intent was pressing straight towards Xu Changsheng.

But before he could feel it, he was dismissed by Monk Wuchen with a wave of his hand.

Monk Wuchen said with a smile: "This third level hasn't started yet, so we can't break the rules, do you understand?"

"The disciple understands."

Cui Pei was always brooding about his failure in the first level. He felt that he should not lose to a loser who couldn't even comprehend the sword's intention.

Xu Changsheng also vaguely knew what this third level was.

"Duel."

"This is the third level."

Xu Changsheng was about to say that the gap between himself and Cui Pei was too big, and even if they were to fight, they wouldn't have much chance of winning.

Although he also felt that... he should fight.

Xu Changsheng was very unhappy after receiving too many negative emotions from Wang Hu. In addition, he was even more unhappy when he was treated like a monkey watching a show.

It's just that Cui Pei is a late-stage sword cultivator in the fetal breath realm who has understood the meaning of the sword.

Not to mention how much chance I have of winning against him.

What's more, this Cui Pei has a master behind him. If he has no choice but to use the Spring and Autumn Sword to defeat this Cui Pei... Xu Changsheng is not sure whether Monk Huadeng will fall out with Heaven for him.

So he turned around and asked:

"I dare to ask Master, what does this third level of competition have to do with the battle between the two masters?"

Monk Hua Deng shook his head, "It has nothing to do with it."

"The battle of paths is not about the outcome."

"Just like the moment you throw up the copper coin, the result has already appeared, and everything that falls into your hands after that is the process."

Xu Changsheng looked around silently. The only one who could be considered one of his own was Monk Hua Deng.

But he didn't say stop, so today's fight must be fought?
Xu Changsheng felt a little tired for no reason.

He just wants to travel around the mountains and rivers, dance with the sword when he is free, and dance with the sword when he is drunk.

I don't want to get involved in these disputes.

at this time.

A sound of laughter came from the void, and Xu Changsheng turned around suddenly.

An old man with an ordinary face and gray hair strode out of the void.

As soon as he walked out, everyone present felt like they were facing an enemy.

Only Xu Changsheng smiled.

The old man looked at him and smiled, then looked at the black-clothed monk on the other side of the mountain, and then at the ten thousand-foot Dharma statue further away.

Finally, his eyes fell on Cui Pei opposite Xu Changsheng.

The old man laughed and said:
"You're the only one who has a fucking master, right?"

"My good disciple, Master is here, let's do this!"

(End of this chapter)