Five Elements Heaven

The maltose in the mouth of the fat man beside him squeaked loudly. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the ground. The wind was as gentle as a feather, without any of the usual chill and coldness. Ai Hui didn't know if he would remember this day in the future.

Decided? Fatty asked vaguely.

It's decided. Ai Hui answered firmly. He had already made his decision and there was nothing worth hesitating about.

The fat man seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be envious: Don't be compared with those little brats, it will make me feel embarrassed. I don't understand, what's the good of fighting and killing? After taking this money, Enough for us to go back and live well for half a lifetime! How many people went into the wilderness with us? Two thousand! We are the only two who survived! This is life money, understand! If I die, my family can still receive this money. You are going to die...

So I have to live. Ai Hui interrupted the fat man, who was getting more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up directly. His unruly face was indescribably calm at the moment.

The opportunity to enter the Five Elements Heaven is hard-won. His qualifications are not good enough and he was not qualified to enter the Five Elements Heaven. However, his performance in the past three years has been very good. His calmness in complex and tense environments, as well as his courage and fighting spirit at critical moments, are all impressive. profound.

When he made a request to get a quota to enter the Five Elements Heaven, the superiors finally agreed after considering it.

Of the two thousand hard workers, only two survived. Even if it is mostly luck, it is enough to explain a lot of problems.

The fat man sat down slumped. He was too familiar with Ai Hui's stubbornness. After thinking about it for a while, he became excited again and said sincerely: Remember to write my name in the pension column. It is better to benefit others than to benefit me.

Ai Hui was too lazy to pay attention to him, casually pulled out a piece of grass, put it in his mouth, and lay down comfortably with his head on his head. During these three years in the wilderness, my nerves were highly tense every day, with blood, life and death, and fighting. It was a cold world of darkness mixed with scarlet.

How he got through the past three years, he didn't know, and he didn't want to recall it. It was not a good memory.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, making it warm and comfortable. Ai Hui's brows stretched involuntarily, and the cold and unruly look on his face gradually relaxed, becoming peaceful and peaceful.

so comfortable!

The warm body gradually relaxed, and Ai Hui's thoughts became scattered, like mist that had lost its restraints, spreading silently.

The warm sunshine, the slightly drunken wind, and the somewhat strange yet familiar feeling awaken those strange yet familiar memories in the depths of my mind.

Three years ago, the sunshine and wind in the sword cultivation dojo were like this.

The sun had not risen yet, and breathing the cool air, he began to clean the dojo that had been transformed from an old warehouse. Mop the floor three times first as a warm-up. After mopping the floor, we started building wooden shelves. The wood he usually picks up from nearby streets varies in length and thickness, so naturally he can't pay so much attention to the shape of the shelf.

After setting up the wooden frame, he began to sort out the secret sword manuals recently collected by his boss.

The market price of these secret books is one yuan and twenty kilograms. Paper books are cheap, iron coupons and gold shells are more expensive, and jade slips are the least valuable. The workload is not small, but no one rushes it, and Ai Hui is never in a hurry, just browse through it and comment on it.

Occasionally, he would fantasize about how prosperous he would be in the era of cultivation, selling sword manuals to a point where his hands are weak.

After sorting out the secret books of the Sword Code, he was about to start sorting out the Flying Sword.

The sun had risen by now and was warm, just like now. Ai Hui's lips couldn't help but curl into a faint smile.

Although the flying sword has lost all its spiritual power and is dull, it is just a pile of scrap metal. However, in the sunshine, Ai Hui is often attracted by their ancient beauty.

Flying swords represent the pinnacle of the world of cultivation and are the favorite objects of weapon refiners of all ages. They come in all kinds of strange shapes, and some shapes are even impossible to associate with flying swords.

He wouldn't touch it if it was too rusty. If it broke, the boss would scold him again.

With no wages and three meals a day, this kind of life was as beautiful as the sunshine for a street kid who had been wandering around before he was ten years old. He couldn't find any better words of praise.

The boss is a good person, but his business skills are a bit lacking.

Will a qualified businessman run a sword cultivation dojo?

Ai Hui has stayed at the dojo for three years, and no more than ten people came to visit the dojo. Seeing the Sword Cultivating Dojo sign hanging at the door, 90% of the people turned around and left.

Where are the sword cultivators now?

There was nothing in the sword repair field except countless secret manuals, swords, and flying swords. For these things, the boss went to waste markets all over the place. Even when he went to do business in other places, he would bring a batch back.

It can be said that the boss's enthusiasm for sword repair is simply unreasonable, and the shipping costs are much more expensive than their cost.

Of course, occasionally, Ai Hui felt that with his boss's poor financial resources, he could only afford a cheap hobby like sword repair.

Ai Hui had persuaded his boss that it was better to switch to body training or something like that. Anyway, it was much more promising than swordsmanship. The boss was furious and scolded him bloody. At that time, Ai Hui understood that the boss's business talent was really lackluster.

Ai Hui, who was guarding the empty dojo, simply studied the secrets of the sword code that cost one yuan and twenty kilograms. He didn't become a swordsman, but thanks to his persistence in training, he became much better at fighting, and he managed to recruit three or two brats with his fists.

The boss was incompetent, his business failed and he couldn't repay his debts, so he committed suicide. Ai Hui was very sad. The boss was a good person, but not a strong one.

It is natural to pay back debts, and the dojo should belong to others. When the debt collector came to seize the dojo on the last day, Ai Hui said this to himself.

But when he saw with his own eyes that the crude bookshelf he had built was pushed to the ground, the sword code and secret books were scattered all over the floor, half of which had been dragged back by the boss from a far away city. When he saw that the sword stand that had to be wiped several times a day was trampled to pieces by debt collectors, the boss said that it was a treasure he had collected from the cave of a sword master. The flying sword on the sword stand was once stained with blood for thousands of miles, shocking Heroes. When he saw that the Nine-tone Sword Wind Chime hanging under the eaves was torn to pieces, the boss said that it was the important mountain-holding weapon of the Nine-tone Sword Sect, which was famous for a while. When the Nine Swords came out, the sound of heaven broke through the void.

He couldn't hold back, and like a wounded wolf on the verge of despair, he pounced on him crazily.

It's just a struggle, well, a death struggle.

Ai Hui didn't know the boss's name, so he found a wooden board and wrote the word boss as a memorial tablet, and used twigs as incense. He burned all the sword tomes that could be burned to the boss, kowtowed, and made a wish that God would bless the boss. In heaven, I can fulfill my dream of sword cultivation.

With wounds all over his body and staring at the messy dojo for a long time, he turned and left. Walking through the sun shining through the uneven roofs along the street and casting mottled light and shadow, he stepped mechanically and moved forward subconsciously, not knowing where he was going.

Even after a year, the feeling of being at a loss and helpless is still so clear. He remembered that he felt a little cold at that time. He wrapped himself in white washed clothes and put his hands in his pockets. The sunshine that day was different from today's sunshine, and it was bitingly cold.

He walked for an unknown amount of time until a strong sense of hunger woke him up from his stupor. He was hungry and cold when he saw the announcement that Wuxingtian was recruiting wild laborers.

He went with nowhere to go and no way to go.

Fortunately, I survived.

…

Ai Hui withdrew his thoughts and found that his body was slightly tense unconsciously. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Such a beautiful time was ruined by a not-so-pleasant past event.

He let out a long breath and tried to relax his tense muscles.

For three whole years, he was lucky enough to survive in the wilderness. Only two people in their team of 2,000 survived, one was him and the other was Qian Dai. Oh, the fat man’s name is Qian Dai.

The dead peon's family will receive a pension, and the living can receive a large sum of money. Five Elements Heaven is never stingy in this regard.

The fat man is preparing to go home. His family is full of orphans and widowers. He has to support a large family by himself. He is under greater pressure than himself.

Okay, I also know that you are a bastard who is determined to take the weight. You have a bad temper and many problems. You never listen to others' advice. You are quite old, and you still have this kind of virtue. How can you marry a wife in the future? Money? Save some money... The fat man was still chattering, wondering if the separation was imminent.

Ai Hui didn't find Ai Hui that annoying because of his usually impatient verbosity, but when he heard the fat man talking about money, he immediately felt a dull pain in his forehead. Whenever this guy touched the word money, he would feel as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Sure enough, when he saw the veins on the fat man's neck beginning to beat, Ai Hui made a quick decision and immediately threw out a bag: It's for you!

The fat man glanced at Ai Hui with some confusion, but he quickly caught it with agility that was inconsistent with his body. As soon as he took the bag, the fat man's little eyes immediately widened.

The fat man took one look at it and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

Ai Hui turned away with a look of disgust. The fat man couldn't stand seeing Qian's face.

Pa! The fat man rushed over and held Ai Hui's hands. His face was full of emotion and tears were rolling in his eyes.

Seeing Fatty's appearance, Ai Hui was also moved in his heart. He felt that he had thought too little of Fatty. The two of them had fought side by side for so long, and their friendship was sincere and deep. He was not used to such a scene, and wanted to shout out, but thinking about the separation soon, he tried to restrain himself, slowed down his voice, and said a little jerky: Anyway, I am alone, and there is not much place to spend money. You go back to the old land. , there are many people in the family, and they spend more money than me...

Good brother! You are really my good brother! The fat man choked with sobs and shook Ai Hui's hands desperately, with tears filling his eyes: Five Elements Heaven provides room and board, and you can't use the remaining half, why don't you give it to me too?

It was so naive that I would still take chances with this guy. Ai Hui's hands that were being held suddenly turned around, and with a slight exertion of force, the fat man was like a light fat cloud, flying more than ten feet away, hitting the ground and splashing a mouthful of maltose.

roll!

It feels good to finally be able to speak my mind.

Ai Huiyun clapped his hands lightly and touched the money bag in his arms. The fat man's hands and feet were very fast and he was very unpredictable.

The fat man got up from the ground in disgrace.

The whistle for gathering in the camp sounded in the distance, and the two fell silent in unison.

The time has come to part ways, this is the last gathering. Ai Hui is going to Five Elements Heaven, and Fatty is going back to his old land. The orange-red sunset was about to fall to the ground, dragging their shadows very long.

Ai Hui, survive!

Um.