Xue Jin naturally didn't know that Chang Sheng thought of him so much. He just watched A Chou pack his things for a while and then fell asleep. Although this body was indeed that of a monk, because he had been poisoned, he was no longer a normal monk.
The kind of health you should have. Except for the wounds that can heal on their own, you are the same as ordinary people.
However, Changsheng didn't care about this. She moved quickly and quickly packed up her house. She also brought her grandpa's memorial tablet with her. The next morning, before anyone in Gujia Village could react, she brought Xuejin and a large cart of things.
left.
And half a month later, a rumor gradually spread in the county, saying that someone was selling a magical herb that could make people breathe underwater for a short time. However, if the herb is not used for half a month, it will lose its effect.
.But even so, many people are willing to give it a try. After all, this is a life!
Especially those with a lot of wealth and high positions, they cherish their lives even more. Therefore, the business of selling spiritual grass is very good. But the treasure is not easy to come by. It is said that the cultivation of spiritual grass is extremely difficult, and only ten can be produced at a time. Even so,
It also fetched sky-high prices.
She had already made a lot of money without selling Changsheng twice. Looking at the money, she was a little confused. Is this money so easy to make? She went hunting in the mountains with her grandfather before, and there were many wild animals.
Only then can I earn a little money. But now, it’s just a few spiritual grasses. Are they so valuable?
Seeing A Chou's useless look, Xue Jin couldn't help but rolled his eyes, then waved the fan in his hand and urged Chang Sheng to cultivate quickly.
"These are just trails. In the eyes of monks, money has no effect at all. It is just a common thing. What is really useful to you is the spiritual stone. A low-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for thousands of taels of silver. The two are not right at all.
Wait. It’s better for you to cultivate quickly. How long have you been practicing? Why is it so difficult to be a monk in the Qi refining stage?"
Chang Sheng obediently put down the money in her hand. She used to sell aquatic plants just because of her livelihood. The money she earned now can be used for half her life as long as she doesn't squander it. So she stopped selling spiritual grass two days ago
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When she heard Xuejin's inquiry, Changsheng immediately stretched out her hand. The warmth in her Dantian surged out and attached to her fingers. A burst of energy came out and hit a palm-long green grass in front of her. That
The green grass was swayed by the wind, but in the end it stood tenaciously under the expectant gaze of the two people.
Xuejin looked at the beautiful green grass in disbelief, and the folding fan in his hand was making a rustling sound.
"You! You, you, you! You have been practicing for so long and you can't even hit a blade of grass?"
Looking at the panting Xue Jin, Changsheng felt a little guilty. She, she didn't know what was going on. She used to be very good at playing with the knife, but now she made some mistakes.
Worried that Xuejin would be angry, Changsheng quickly said that he could try again. But Xuejin was already so angry that he went back to the house to sleep.
Looking at Xue Jin's back, Chang Sheng was puzzled. What happened to her? She was obviously playing well before, how could this happen...
So Changsheng practiced by himself for half an hour. At this time, he heard a crisp cracking sound in the house. Changsheng ran into the house. Is Xuejin committing suicide again? In his new home these days, Xuejin still keeps trying.
Suicide. Chang Sheng really didn’t know what was good about committing suicide, so wouldn’t it hurt? But Xue Jin persevered, and in the end he just took care not to dirty the house when he committed suicide.
He rushed in and saw that Xue Jin was staring at his bloody hand in a daze, and there was a broken cup on the table.
Changsheng walked over quietly, put the broken pieces of porcelain aside gently, and then bandaged him silently.
"No, I can't die anyway."
"Even if you can't die, it will still hurt. Just bear with it. Who asked you to live with me now? I just can't bear to see others not bandaging their injuries."
Xue Jin stopped talking. For a while, the hut was quiet, and even the sound of breathing was very clear. Seeing A Chou bandaging himself seriously, Xue Jin felt a little guilty.
Although he wanted to die, he really didn't mean it this time. He just became more and more angry as he thought about it, and then slapped his hand on the table. Unexpectedly, he broke the cup. However, he didn't want to explain it verbally. After all, this was the case.
First of all, doesn’t it mean that you don’t want to die?
"that……"
"There will be a lantern festival in the city tonight. It's very lively. Let's go and see it?"
As soon as he heard the invitation, Xue Jin felt a little depressed. During this time, A Chou has been trying to take him out for a walk. Although he spent most of the time in the oxcart, he was also very persistent in asking himself to see different scenery. He
After all, you are such an old person, how could you not know that this is A Chou trying to make him give up the idea of committing suicide?
However, for some people, when they live in the world, they only live with a body, and their souls are long gone. Even if they live in the world, they just live day by day. Living is really boring. Why not let him die?
Looking at A Chou with an expressionless face, Xue Jin actually wanted to refuse very much, but because he was a little unreasonable just now, he nodded reluctantly.
"That's great. The lantern festival is very lively. There are many vendors selling things. In half a month, when the river water begins to rise, there will be a river lantern festival. After these two lantern festivals, spring is coming. You haven't seen it here yet.
Is it spring? I have seen it once before. People in the county will place their carefully cultivated flowers on both sides of the street. Then the city will be filled with flowers, which are both beautiful and smell good..."
Changsheng has been telling Xuejin those beautiful things worthy of nostalgia. How wonderful it is to live, with flowers, delicious food, fun, and relatives around you. Why should you die? Xuejin can still think about it.
How good it is to open. If you die, you will have nothing and you will not know anything. That is not good.
Looking at Ah Chou like this, for some reason, Xue Jin, who used to not shed a single tear even when being slashed by enemies on the battlefield, couldn't help but feel a little sore at this moment.
Over the years, it's not that no one has tried to stop his suicidal thoughts. It's just that they often have their own purposes. Some hope that he will be obedient and become a furnace, and some hope that he can survive and give them a better life...
He has seen enough of all kinds of things in the world. And A Chou is still the only person in all these years who just wants to keep him alive.
He hadn't seen such concern without profit for a long time. However, Xue Jin deserved it.
"Changsheng, you don't have to try to ask me to live. For me, living is just a kind of pain. Death is a kind of relief."
"...But when you die, there is nothing!"
"That's what my heart desires."
"...Let's talk about watching the lanterns at night."
When it comes to changing the subject, Changsheng is first-rate.
