I don’t know how many old friends are there for the new book in 2019.

New book "Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation of Immortality" ~

I returned from cultivating immortality and found a book on the back of the campus. Because I always wanted to avoid the routine of old books, I felt very uncomfortable writing, and I felt helpless.

So I wrote this book "Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation of Immortality" according to my own ideas. Maybe it would be a bit similar to "Returning to Campus in Cultivation of Immortality", but it also added a lot of new things. After all, it is two different urban themes. Moreover, in terms of writing style, I think I am much more mature than campus. Here is a chapter of the first chapter of a new book.

The wind was very strong on the rooftop.

This is a newly built building but no one has moved into it.

Da da da da da!

The sound of high heels resounded.

Under the moonlight, a tall and slender girl was wearing a black dress, with delicate makeup and hair like a waterfall. She should have just come out of the dance.

However, the girl stood on the guardrail of the rooftop, shaking, as if she would fall down at any time.

The building is ten stories high, shocking.

Jiang Le's mood was very complicated.

Today is her birthday, her first day of adulthood.

She sneaked out of her birthday party and decided to end her life on this day.

"When did you jump off the building? It's blocking my moonlight."

A faint voice sounded, and Jiang Le looked over angrily. As soon as she came, she found a boy here, afraid of being stopped from jumping off the building, so she rushed to the guardrail.

The boy was wearing sports shorts, a white short-sleeved shirt with a wrinkled neckline, a little tender and immature on his face, and a bucket of fried chicken was placed beside him.

Chen Song picked up the chicken wings and chewed them with a smile in his eyes, saying, "You reminded me of an old friend. His ideals were shattered and he was desperate for the incompetence of the King of Chu. He wanted to commit suicide. I stood aside and watched without persuasion."

"There is no greater sorrow than death in my heart. I knew I couldn't stop it, so he finally jumped into the Miluo River and committed suicide."

"Today is his death day, so I'll come here to pay tribute to him. If he lives until now, he will definitely not be willing to die. After all, there are too many delicious foods."

"But today you jumped off the building and died. I won't pay tribute to you, and we don't know each other." Chen Song's eyes passed over Jiang Le's figure and looked at the moon behind her.

Jiang Le's mouth twitched. Before he died, he actually encountered a lunatic. It seemed that there was indeed a mental hospital nearby. Could it be that this guy escaped from there.

Immediately, she sighed faintly.

She is the little princess of the Jiang family in Jiangcheng. She has been given great expectations by her family since she was a child. She works hard and is excellent, but no one knows that she has depression.

If you have depression, it is also considered a mental illness. It is also fate that you can meet the same kind before you die.

Knowing that this person would not stop her from committing suicide, she felt at ease.

"So you have lived for a long time and even knew Qu Yuan. He was a BC figure." Jiang Ledao.

Chen Song smiled and took a sip of Coke.

"I have lived for a long time, and it should have been tens of thousands of years, and I can't remember it."

"I originally planned to make achievements and at least leave some reputation in history, but then I just thought about it."

"Since I live forever, it's so embarrassing to listen to future generations praise my name."

"Most of the time, I avoid the secular world and practice by myself. Sometimes I am really bored, so I run down the mountain. The first time I was caught by Qin Shihuang. He discovered my secret and imprisoned me, wanting to use my flesh and blood to refine the immortal pill."

That was a memory from a long time ago, and Chen Song was a little blurred.

"What happened later?" Jiang Le regretted it after asking. Through the conversation just now, it was obvious that the other party was more ill than him.

"Later, the Qin Dynasty was destroyed and my strength was restored. No one could keep me, so I naturally left."

Agricultural civilization, industrial civilization, scientific and technological civilization... In his eyes, they are just a few fragments of life.

"Then aren't you very powerful? You can cultivate immortals?" Jiang Le widened his eyes.

"So that's it." Chen Song burped, "When I reached the top, I realized that there was another space on the earth, which I called the Immortal Realm."

"I used my sword to break a hole and enter the fairyland, but I couldn't succeed."

"I think my sword is not sharp enough, not that the immortal realm does not exist, so I gave up all my cultivation and started practicing again."

"Every time I reach the peak of my cultivation, I will go to the sky to slash a sword. One sword is higher than one sword, and one sword is deeper than one sword."

"A hundred years ago, I just finished the seventh sword, and then I slapped my cultivation level and rested for decades. I haven't started practicing again yet."

Before he knew it, Jiang Le had already sat on the guardrail. After hearing this, he curled his lips and felt that the mentally ill boy became more and more outrageous.

The moon rose into the air, she smiled and tied her long hair with a red rope.

"Do you know, actually, I hate studying, wearing high heels, and even more hate people in the family."

"They all appear kind, but they can do anything behind their backs."

"It's almost done. I'm very happy to chat with you. I hope I can be an ordinary girl in the next life."

Jiang Le stood up, and the night wind blew up her black long skirt. Her high heels had long been thrown away, and she looked down.

The ten-meter-high building doesn't seem that terrifying.

At the same time, Chen Song also stood up.

"Don't come here!" Jiang Le raised his voice.

Then Jiang Le realized that the other party was not rushing towards him at all.

Chen Song rushed to the guardrail and jumped out.

The darkness swallowed him up, and then the sound of heavy objects smashing the ground.

Jiang Le screamed, her body stiffened, her teeth trembling, and fear and despair rushed into her brain in an instant.

She didn't jump, but the other party jumped!

It’s dark downstairs, and there are no street lights, but jumping from here will surely die.

Jiang Le trembled and fell down on the rooftop. All the blood in his limbs seemed to be drained and squeezed into his heart.

My body was paralyzed on the ground because of fear, and my heart kept beating, and tears burst out unconsciously, falling to the ground.

She originally thought she was not afraid of death, but now she realized how terrible death is.

The boy was about the same age as him and died in a blink of an eye?

After a while, Jiang Le recovered a little strength. She quickly took the elevator downstairs. She was ready to see the bloody scene.

But there was no one downstairs.

She turned on the flashlight of her phone and searched it over and over again, even if she didn't even have a drop of blood.

"Is it an illusion?"

Finally, she rushed back to the rooftop and stared at the bucket of fried chicken in a daze.

Not my own imagination!

Hell!

As her legs became weak, Jiang Le knelt on the ground, her hair stuck to her sweaty face. She laughed and cried, but she had no idea of ​​suicide in her heart.

...

After Chen Song jumped off the building and landed, he got up and patted the dust on his body and left.

Although he has no cultivation, his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and this height is nothing to him.

"Let you see death once, I hope you can survive well." Chen Song shrugged.

He had passed by this area before and found that he had a dead spirit, and knew that people would definitely die.

He has seen too many deaths, whether to save or not, it depends only on his own mood.

I was in a pretty good mood today, so I came.

"kindness?"

Suddenly, he frowned and found that the gloomy feeling in this area had not disappeared.

Speed ​​up and turn around and walk into a construction site next door.

Bang!

A heavy muffled sound.

A figure fell from a tall building and hit the ground.

When Chen Song approached, the other party was already dead.

This is a worker, wearing dusty work clothes, with cracked skin on his dark face, and his eyes were filled with anger and despair before he died.

He held a piece of paper in his hand.

Chen Song opened it and saw it, and he probably understood.

This project belongs to a company belonging to the Lin family in Jiangcheng, but it has been owed workers' wages.

Ten thousand yuan, one life.
To be continued...