The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

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There was muffled thunder in the sky, and a bolt of lightning, which was extremely rare in the middle of winter, flashed through the torrential snow and tore the night apart.

The light made the young man's muddy face look as pale as a ghost.

Xiao Jian climbed up with difficulty, as if he was crazy, "I don't understand, but I know that I would rather die than lose a person's integrity and character!"

His figure staggered and walked towards the cliff in the distance.

Mr. Liu held an umbrella and watched all this quietly without any intention of stopping it.

He only said, "You only care about your own character and integrity. Have you ever thought about your sister's sacrifice, grievance and pain?"

Xiao Jian froze, his expression changed, and he stood blankly on the side of the cliff, unable to take that step.

From childhood to now, scenes of living with my sister appear in my mind like a fleeting glance.

When there is food, my sister always lets herself eat first.

As she got older, my sister made a bed on the floor alone, giving herself the only bed in the house.

It was extremely hot in the summer. When I fell asleep, my sister kept fanning myself to drive away mosquitoes, but I was bitten all over.

Occasionally when I wake up late at night, my sister has just finished her work and is about to go to bed.

My sister seems to have endless energy and does endless things every day, working for others to make money, plowing fields, watering, digging wild vegetables, mending clothes, cooking for herself, boiling water, doing laundry...

I was busy until late at night, and got up and worked again before dawn...

Every day.

This happens every year.

But my sister never complained, she was always smiling, and she was never changed by hardship and poverty.

Even if she was sick, her sister never let herself know, and still used her thin figure to support herself every day of poverty and hardship.

Xiao Jian remembered that his sister had fainted several times.

Sometimes I'm too hungry.

Sometimes it's just too tiring.

Xiao Jian remembers all this and buries it in his heart.

Many times, he would quietly do his own thing, and then try his best to help his sister with trivial things.

But his sister always drove him away with a smile, telling him to just concentrate on his studies and not to worry about all the troubles.

Xiao Jian studied hard and diligently because he was eager to get ahead in the future and would not let his sister live this kind of life suffering in poverty and hardship.

He doesn't want to study now because he can't bear to risk his sister's life to make money to support himself.

only……

When he learned the cruel truth behind life, Xiao Jian discovered that no matter how hard he endured poverty and hardship, he could eventually endure it.

But when the inner dignity and integrity are completely defeated, the feeling will be so painful and unbearable.

He doesn't understand, as a human being, why should we give up our self-respect and integrity just to live?

Nor can I accept that the reason why I am alive and able to go to school is because my sister sold her dignity and body!

Why is this so?

Even if you can't live, just die, why waste yourself?

Xiao Jian was panting, his eyes

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His eyes gradually turned red, and his emotions were about to get out of control.

"In this world, anyone can slander your sister, but you, Xiao Jian, can't."

Quietly, Mr. Liu stood next to Xiao Jian, holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the rain and snow above the young man's head.

"The knowledge of us scholars is both in books and outside books."

Mr. Liu's voice is like a heater in the dark wind and snow, making people feel calm.

"Everything in the world is enlightened by knowledge. You are only thirteen years old, and you still don't understand the meaning of small words, and you don't understand the world's people. Remember not to regard the principles in the book as the integrity and character that you want to respect and stick to."

Click!

Lightning was raging and the wind and snow were howling.

An oil-paper umbrella was held firmly there to protect the young man from the wind and snow.

Xiao Jian pursed his lips and said with a confused look in his eyes: "If the principles in the book are not credible, why are you still reading?"

Mr. Liu said: "It is better to believe in books than to have no books at all. When we, scholars, read, we must have a clear mind and see our nature, observe the world, watch life, and observe ourselves, instead of just memorizing the principles in the book."

As he said that, he turned to look at Xiao Jian, "I just want to ask, compared to the anger and grievance in your heart, have you ever experienced the pain and grievance in your sister's heart?"

Xiao Jian was silent.

"Let's go to my house."

Mr. Liu held an oil-paper umbrella with one hand and held the young man's thin shoulder with the other, "Tonight, I'm going to talk to you about something other than books."

Xiao Jian wanted to struggle, but he looked up and looked at Mr. Liu's thin face next to him. He finally took a step, hid under his umbrella, and walked with him through the windy and snowy night, gradually walking away. .

…

The fire was roaring, making the simple room warm as spring.

Beside the fire, Mr. Liu sat there and chatted with Xiao Jian for a long time.

The things discussed are nothing more than the turbulent world affairs and the entanglements of people's hearts.

Xiao Jian seemed to understand but not understand.

After all, he is just a country boy who has never left this almost isolated village. His vision and knowledge are limited to a small world. How can he understand the subtleties of people's hearts and the complexity of the world?

But the depression and anger accumulated in his heart melted little by little like ice between Mr. Liu's words.

At the end of the conversation, Mr. Liu suddenly said: "Did you know that our village is actually very special?"

Xiao Jian was stunned for a moment, "Special?"

Mr. Liu was silent, and finally said, "Telling you this now is harmful and useless. When the time comes, I will explain it to you in detail."

The morning light breaks and the sky is dim.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped outside, and the snow stopped falling.

Mr. Liu originally planned to stay with Xiao Jian for breakfast, but Xiao Jian refused.

He knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to Mr. Liu in a solemn manner, then stood up and hurried away.

He just wants to go back now

Home.

Return to your sister.

…

It's freezing cold and the fields are covered in snow.

When approaching home, Xiao Jian felt a little uneasy and ashamed, like a child who had made a mistake.

I don’t know what to say when I see my sister in order to preserve the self-righteous dignity in my heart.

After wandering and hesitating for a long time, Xiao Jian finally took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and walked into the house.

But soon Xiao Jian was stunned. ??

Usually at this time, my sister would have gotten up early, either lighting the fire to cook, or preparing warm water for herself to wash.

In the past years, this happened almost every day, and Xiao Jian was already used to it.

But now, that habitual scene has disappeared.

In the dilapidated courtyard, snow piled up and there was no time to clean it.

A group of people who shouldn't be there are standing in the yard, their footprints trampling the white snow into messy black dirt.

Those people include Li Zheng, his father Li Yong, mother Lu Zhi, butcher Hong at the west end of the village, and salesman Zhang at the south of the village...

In this early morning, there were actually many people from Yunmeng Village standing in this small dilapidated courtyard.

Xiao Jian glanced at him and his eyes suddenly widened.

In front of those figures, a figure was lying in the white snow, with a blood hole in its abdomen bleeding, dyeing the white snow on the ground nearby into a dazzling scarlet red.

The figure huddled there, motionless, wearing only a thin piece of coarse linen clothing, and its long messy hair lay on the blood-soaked snow, like a piece of weeds dying in the wind and snow.

That... is my sister!

There was a bang on Xiao Jian's head, as if someone had hit him with a heavy hammer. His vision turned black, the world spun, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Last night, Mr. Liu's teachings made Xiao Jian realize how selfish, stupid and ignorant he was.

On the way home, I felt even more guilty, anxious, and self-blame. I was already prepared to apologize, admit my mistakes, and repent whenever I saw my sister.

I promise never to make my sister sad again.

But Xiao Jian never expected that when he saw his sister again, she would be lying in a pool of blood! !

Suddenly, Xiao Jian's chest seemed to explode, and he rolled and crawled to his sister's side.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Wake up—!"

Xiao Jian hugged his sister's body that had become cold and hard with both hands, and called out in a hissing voice.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were twisted, his body was trembling, and tears were flowing down uncontrollably.

"Sister, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scolded you like that. I was really wrong. Please, wake up quickly, okay?"

"Don't leave me behind. You must not. You often said you would grow up with me. How can you leave me alone?"

"Sister! Wake up--"

The boy seemed to collapse, and his cry was like the low roar of a wild animal.

Nearby, the villagers in Yunmeng Village had different expressions, and their eyes were subconsciously looking at one person.

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\u003e That’s Li Zheng’s mother Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi held a sharp knife in her hand, the blade stained with blood.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

As if she was stimulated, Lu Zhi screamed, "This little bitch seduced my husband. She deserves to be in a pig cage. I stabbed her to death, so she got an advantage!"

The sound echoed throughout the small courtyard.

None of the villagers said a word.

This seemed to boost Lu Zhi's arrogance. He raised his hand and pointed, "And you, Butcher Hong, you shameless bastard also had an affair with this little bitch. If I kill her, will you feel the most distressed?"

Butcher Hong said nothing with a gloomy face.

"Lu Zhi! Everyone in Xiao Rong is dead, can you say less?"

Salesman Zhang couldn't help but frown.

Lu Zhi sneered, "You're not a good guy, Mr. Zhang. Do you really think that everyone doesn't know that you're having an affair with this bitch behind your wife's back?"

Salesman Zhang was angry and cursed loudly.

"enough!"

Li Zheng's father Li Yong stood up, his face livid, "Everyone is dead, isn't it enough?"

Lu Zhi dropped the sharp knife, covered her face and cried, "Okay, you can't bear to let go of this bitch, right? You actually feel sorry for that bitch because I killed her!"

The burly Li Zheng also looked at his father with dissatisfaction, "Dad! That bitch deserves to be killed! Why should you sympathize? What you have done is disgraceful, why don't you allow your mother to talk about it?"

Li Yong became more and more angry and scolded him sternly.

The entire courtyard was filled with quarrels.

Xiao Jian's head was in a mess, and he only hugged his sister's cold body tightly, feeling lost.

My sister was still holding an egg in her hand.

There is no need to think about it, this is what his sister prepared for him, and his sister herself is not willing to eat it at all...

At this moment, Xiao Jian's whole body collapsed, his chest heaved rapidly, and he couldn't cry. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and his whole body was stagnant.

Yesterday, he felt ashamed because his sister had betrayed his dignity and body, thinking that this was an embarrassing thing that would make him worse off than die.

Today, when he tried to make amends with his sister, he had no chance.

It was only at this moment that the thirteen-year-old Xiao Jian finally understood what "life is worse than death" really is.

Xiao Jian was originally sick and wounded, but the rain and snow poured down last night, and Xiao Jian, who committed suicide, was hurt again by the rain and snow.

After spending the whole night talking at Mr. Liu's house, he never closed his eyes, and his energy and energy were almost exhausted.

At this time, he witnessed his sister's death, and was so grief-stricken that his mind collapsed and his body could no longer bear it.

Without any warning, his consciousness became blurred and dim, and he fell silently on the snow, his hands still tightly holding his sister.

The villagers were still arguing.

A man pushed the door open and saw the brother and sister lying in a pool of blood, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Enough!"

The person who came was Mr. Liu from the private school.

The quarrel in the courtyard stopped abruptly and fell into silence.