Zhao Wujiang came to this world for only one year.
Maybe it was three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, maybe it was nearly four hundred days and nights.
He couldn't remember clearly. Maybe it was because the streams were growing and converging into a river, and his soul consciousness was also being thinned.
He used to stay in Kyoto all the time, wanting to be a happy-go-lucky fake eunuch, having fun and appreciating beauties.
When he entered the official career, he also wanted to be an official, not too big or too small. Not only did he have to work hard for the people, but at least he had to be worthy of his official title and conscience.
Why not a high official?
Senior officials are too tired, worried about everything, and may even get caught up in party disputes, with life and death hanging on their belts.
He has a conscience, but not much.
He sometimes has evil thoughts, but not many.
He is kind, somewhat so.
He values love and justice, and that's true.
He is righteous, not to mention just a little bit righteous.
He is astute and perceptive as he is.
He has an outstanding appearance, nothing special about him.
He has great talents, and the world gave them to him.
He has an interesting soul, but sometimes he can be boring.
In fact, he is just an ordinary person.
Where in the world can there be so many amazingly talented and beautiful people?
Ordinary, but with some special abilities, they are extraordinary.
He also read a lot of books.
The book seems to have been read on the dog.
read more, walk more.
He has read more than a hundred books and traveled thousands of miles.
There are some detours and some repetitive roads.
Now, he is like a rolling river, flowing through this world and flowing through every corner of the world.
It turns out that the world is not big.
It turns out that there really is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.
It turns out that he is not broad-minded, but rather petty, either jealous of evil, or seeking revenge.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The river kept churning and created countless waves.
The heavy rain is still pouring down, I don’t know how long it has been raining.
The water covers thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Finally, the heavy rain and flood that flooded the entire world began to surge into the sky.
The turbid water stood up and condensed into a giant figure holding up the sky.
This sky-holding giant looked up to the sky and roared, and the arc of the sky flashed.
The giant rounded the arm of turbid water formed by rivers, lakes and seas, and threw it towards the sky.
A one-inch-sized purple-red demon pill rushed away in the heavy rain.
The moment the demon pill touched the sky, it shattered into purple-red powder that filled the sky, with a hint of grass-green color.
They fell into the sky one after another.
The rain stopped.
To be precise, the world stopped.
The big raindrops, like clear jade beads, solidified between the sky and the earth.
The howling wind is no longer.
The turbid giant formed by the gathering of rivers, lakes and seas still maintains the action of throwing vigorously, spanning the sky and the earth.
The surviving aquatic creatures also stopped swimming.
Bodies and broken trees floating on the floodwater no longer drift with the current.
Langhua left Shuilan House and kept leaping high.
The world froze at this moment.
It was frozen in the moment when the demon pill collapsed and Zhao Wujiang's soul left this secret world.
The soul flew across the sky, but fell instantly into boundless darkness.
There was no sound, no light.
Until, this day.
He opened his eyes.
The world is still raining heavily.
Raindrops pattered outside the hall, hitting the banana leaves and the thatched hut not far away, as well as the hazy green mountains and curling smoke from the kitchen in the distance.
The rain soaked his cheeks, and it was bitingly cold but also a bit hot.
This hotness comes from my own body.
Suddenly, he staggered and was pulled backwards. He heard a human voice, the crackling sound of firewood, and the warm light of fire coming from behind him.
"Idiot, what are you doing in the rain?"
