Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2060
Maybe it was because he was too tired, maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to him, in short, the moment he closed the iron gate, Chu Yan saw the man by the pool pouring the pile of firewood he had carried on to the flames. The moment the flame ignited, he stretched out his hand towards the fire on the ground.

It was a hand full of blue veins and calluses, a very ordinary hand for a practitioner.

The big hand slowly stretched out towards the fire.

Just when he saw the man's movement, Chu Yan's eyes and cheeks were instantly bloodshot. With his bloodshot eyes, he clung tightly to the iron lock on the door, and he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

No, don't touch it!
Don't touch her!

Chu Yan screamed in his heart, but the man's movements were extremely fast. He was obviously a thunderbolt, but he seemed not afraid of being burned, and his hand was inserted into the flames in an instant.

Chu Yan opened his eyes wide.

In the past two months, no matter when he passed by, it was just the fire that had been quietly burning on the ground, and it burst open in an instant like a little animal with fur.

Splashing sparks flashed across Chu Yan's pupils, and he stood stiffly at the door, watching this scene stupidly.

Those sparks became redder and redder in his vision, as if they were not individual sparks, but drops of blood.

At the moment when the man reached in, Chu Yan seemed to see blood splattering in the dark room, blood and flesh flowing horizontally.

Chu Yan couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination or the reality that happened before his eyes.

There was no sound from the fire, no screams or screams, but just watching all of this, Chu Yan felt the pain of picking bones and scraping marrow.

Chu Yan knelt down in front of the iron gate, sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of the water.

At this time, a gust of wind gushed out from the room and violently pushed the iron door from the inside. Chu Yan lay on the crack of the door and looked in. Just when the crack of the door was about to close, the man by the pool finally withdrew his hand. .

Chu Yan opened his eyes wide, and saw the man pull out a small fragment from the inside of the flame.

In the dark room, the fragment fluttered gently in the palm of the man, like a glowing butterfly.

The fire on the ground dimmed a lot.

With a bang, the iron door closed completely.

Chu Yan sat down in front of the door.

He reached out to touch his face, and found that he had burst into tears at some point.

But this time, no one wiped away his tears.

The iron chain was wrapped around the iron door in front of him. Chu Yan raised his head and stared blankly at the closed door in front of him.

The last scene he saw flashed before his eyes.

Just before the door closed completely, the man holding the shard glanced back at him.

That look made Chu Yan feel icy cold.

There was disdain, contempt, and indifference in the look of the master of the Chanyuan.

This person... knew that he was peeking, but he didn't take him seriously at all.

Chu Yan lowered his head slowly, looking at his palm that was worn out by the iron chain.

Yeah, he wasn't even a thing at all.

Chu Yan climbed to the iron gate again, and pressed his ear to the cold gate.He knew that his current appearance must be humble and wretched, but he could only do so.

He dared not even knock on the door.

No one's voice came from the door, only the whistling wind could be heard.

What's going on here?
What will happen to that fire?
Chu Yan was lying on the iron gate, and the bones of the whole portrait were ripped out.

At this time, the iron door shook slightly, and a man's slightly annoyed voice came from inside.

"Things that don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, get out of here!"

Chu Yan was startled, jumped up from the ground as if his tail was scalded, and ran out rolling and crawling.

He rushed out of the secret passage all the way, went straight back to the underground palace, rushed all the way to the ground, got into the woodshed, and plunged into the firewood pile.

Black ash covered his head and face, but Chu Yan didn't respond. He lay on the woodpile, staring blankly at the roof.

Before his eyes, the smoke-blackened roof turned into the iron gate covered with chains.

Chu Yan knocked his head on the thick firewood with a bang.

This feeling was beyond words of humiliation, he had never hated himself so much before.

An iron gate separated the two worlds.

The people he worried about were suffering inside, but he didn't even dare to speak out.

Blood flowed from his forehead, and Chu Yan lay back on the woodpile in a daze.

But this is him.

……

……

"Hey, Chu Yan, go practice sword again."

When Chu Yan walked to the Colosseum, other disciples passing by greeted him.

As his swordsmanship gradually improved, more and more disciples greeted him.

Although it is only some disciples with the same low status as him.

Chu Yan nodded briefly, and floated onto the battlefield like a wandering spirit. He drew out the sword that had been cut out at his waist, and threw himself fiercely at the opponent on the opposite side.

In the morning, there were more than a dozen battles, with some winning and losing.

After finishing all the beatings, Chu Yan watched his blood flow down his arms, but he had already forgotten who he had been beating with.

After that, how many days have passed?
seven days?ten days?fifteen days?
He doesn't remember.

He only remembered that after he came out of the woodshed that day, he went back to his room as usual, pulled up the quilt, took a nap, and continued his five-year routine the next day.

Get up in the morning to practice, go back to your room at dusk, and start again and again, two o'clock and one line.

As if nothing had happened.

He didn't have to turn anywhere either.

Because he practiced sword tirelessly every day, his swordsmanship improved steadily, and more disciples in the Colosseum were willing to fight him.

Everything seems to be getting better, and his life is going smoothly.

He practiced kung fu desperately, tossing himself to exhaustion every day before nightfall, so that he could lie down on the bed and fall asleep directly, without thinking about anything, not even dreaming.

That way, he wouldn't dream of her.

Chu Yan's plan went smoothly. After these days passed, he really never thought of what happened underground, and never saw that figure in his dream again.

The people around him praised him more and more, and some disciples even asked him if he had read any secret books, and his whole person seemed to have been completely reborn.

Reborn?

Chu Yan lowered his head and laughed at himself.

He was not reborn, he just lost his soul and became a walking dead.

"Hey, Chu Yan, what are you looking at? Elder Lan is here, hurry up and kneel down!"

However, when he was standing drowsily by the side of the road, the little disciple beside him suddenly stabbed him and dragged him to kneel on the ground.

Elder Lan?
Chu Yan knelt down with the people around him, and the other disciples on the side of the road also knelt together.

Oh, it turned out that an elder passed by.

Chu Yan lowered his head, lay down on his stomach, and pressed his forehead to the ground.

There was a sound of panting coming from his ear, and Chu Yan looked aside from the corner of his eyes, and found many young disciples kneeling on the ground, their spines trembling slightly.

A group of people in black robes approached from a distance.

　A teenager lost his dream
　　
　
(End of this chapter)