Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2055 Hearty
Chu Yan has been doing the work of delivering firewood to the underground fire for more than half a month. Before that, he always delivered the firewood early in the morning, but it was too late that day.

Chu Yan agreed to the high-ranking disciple to fight after delivering the firewood early in the morning, but he passed out in the Colosseum just after fighting that person.

The Colosseum of the Chanyuan has a special place to house disciples who have been beaten to death, but it is only for storage, no one will call you a doctor, let alone take care of you.

There is no such thing as a doctor in the Buddhist monastery.

In the monastery, only you can protect your life.

Unless you are an elder or senior brother, then there will be apprentices and juniors looking after you.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with the humble Chu Yan at the time.

After he fell, a young disciple picked him up and threw him aside, where he was piled up with other half-dead and bloody disciples.

By the time Chu Yan woke up drowsily from the pile of half-dead people, it was already the next morning.

There is no sunlight in the ground, and the hourglass is used to tell the time. When Chu Yan saw the time on the hourglass through his blurred vision, his mind instantly cleared up.

It was already evening!

It has been almost two days since he delivered the firewood last time. According to the previous rules, the firewood should have been burned long ago, so what happened to the fire?

Chu Yan's heart felt cold, and he struggled to stand up.

However, at the next moment, his actions caused the wounds on his body that hadn't fully healed, and the broken bone stubble in his body pierced into the abdominal cavity. Chu Yan let out a muffled groan and broke out in cold sweat.

This time he was really beaten a bit too badly. Given his state, he would have to lie in bed for at least a week before he could barely walk with such an injury.

In the past, he would crawl back to his room little by little, lock the door, and slowly lick his wounds in his kennel.

But this time, he didn't have the leeway to slowly heal his injuries.

"firewood……"

Chu Yan didn't know where he got his potential at that time, and when he came back to his senses, he stood up staggeringly holding his stomach.

A warm current surged in his stomach, and he couldn't tell whether it was internal bleeding or the surge of true energy.

"Yo, that's fine, Chu Yan, how did you recover from such a serious injury in a day? Are you about to break through?"

Surrounded by other disciples who had just come down from the Colosseum to watch the fun, their expressions were somewhat surprised.

Although they were just watching and none of them came forward to help him, their eyes made Chu Yan feel very novel, and this group of people rarely looked at him like this.

Is it broken?
Although this was something he had been thinking about since straight up, but at that time he only had one thought in his mind.

That is to send the firewood to the ground.

In the five years he spent in the monastery, it was probably the first time he had such an obsession, so that even he had a hard time understanding how he did it when he was 13 years old.

Chu Yan staggered like this, and walked out of the Colosseum step by step, leaving the surprised eyes of countless disciples behind.

This was originally the gaze he had longed for for many years, but when it really happened to him, he didn't even bother to take it into consideration.

When he was carrying a basket of firewood and fell down in front of the underground iron gate with a bang, Chu Yan couldn't even remember how he dragged his body to fetch firewood and crawled to this place again.

His memory seemed to be fragmented.

Is the potential of people, or practitioners, so great?
Anyway, he's here.

Don't let anything happen to that fire.

"Cough cough cough."

Chu Yan struggled to open the iron door and rushed in.

When he saw the fire with only a few sparks left, the pan on his shoulder rolled down with a snap, and the firewood rolled to the ground.

"Hey, hello, are you okay?"

Regardless of the pain all over his body, Chu Yan desperately picked up a firewood full of firewood and held it in front of the fire. He wanted to pile it up, but he was afraid that the sparks would be suppressed, so his hands shook like a sieve.

But at this moment, a spark slowly rose from the ashes, floated to a firewood in his arm, and then ignited with a bang.

Chu Yan stared at the bunch of small flames with wide eyes, and then his heart fell to the ground.

He let out a long sigh of relief, knelt down and piled all the burning firewood in his arms back on top of the ashes.

The flames started to burn again. Looking at the fire, Chu Yan felt relieved and said to himself.

"Your vitality is quite strong."

Of course Huodui didn't answer, and Chu Yan suddenly realized that his behavior was ridiculous enough.Probably because I have been depressed for a long time in the Buddhist monastery, I can actually talk to a pile of fire.

At this time, because he relaxed, the severe pain in his whole body suddenly hit him like a tide.

"hiss……"

Chu Yan let out a cry of pain, and his whole body collapsed on the ground and twitched.

Lying on the hot ground, Chu Yan turned his head and looked at his cramped hands and feet indifferently.

If his mother saw it, she would probably feel distressed?
Maybe not.

Although his mother loved him, she didn't blink when she sent him to the monastery, probably because she knew that he could only go to this place.

With his status, staying in the tribe, even though he is protected by his mother, he will still be looked down upon by others. Even children will secretly bully him when his mother can't see him, let alone adults.

From childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many "relatives" approached him sweetly, and then wanted to take him to the water's edge, or to the depths of the desert.

He knew very well that he wanted to find a place to deal with him quietly.

Even if he was able to dodge these things with his dexterity when he was a child, when he grows up, he wants to bear the surname of his mother clan, then he must go to the battlefield for his tribe.

On the battlefield, there are many ways to kill a person.

So he was doomed not to be able to stay with his mother.He is a man, he can't hide in A Niang's tent without weaning.

He is not from Xirong, nor from the Central Plains, and he is not tolerated by any world.

And only this place full of monsters and grotesques is the only place he can stay.

Enough of the convulsions all over his body, Chu Yan slowly got up from the ground, hugged his knees and stared at the fire in front of him.

The blood dried and stuck his clothes to his body. It was hard. He was annoyed, so he tore off his shirt and sat shirtless in front of the fire.

The firelight illuminated the scars on his body.

Chu Yan quietly looked at the flames in front of him, his eyes gradually became wet for some reason.

"Bah, you worthless!"

He spat on himself hard, but big teardrops still gushed out from his eyes, hitting the ground one by one.

Forget it.

There's no one here anyway.

Chu Yan took a deep breath, he was actually not a crybaby, his mother thought that a dignified Xirong man should bleed but not cry, so he seldom shed tears.

But maybe it was because it was so quiet and secret here that he couldn't help it.

It was said outside that the monastery was a shelter for monsters, but after entering inside, Chu Yan discovered that monsters are the same everywhere, as long as there are people, there will be people who will be looked down upon.

Chu Yan looked at the pile of flames in front of him, maybe this uninhabited underground place really belonged to him.

Looking at the empty cave, Chu Yan suddenly felt a surge of pride. Since there is no one here, he just let himself be refreshed today.

Chu Yan took a deep breath and burst into tears towards the pool.

Hearty crying echoed in the cave, and Chu Yan felt extremely happy.

However, just as he was crying, a soft touch suddenly touched his cheek.

　Teenage Black History
　　
　
(End of this chapter)