A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 56
I don't know how long I've been soaking in the ice pool.

Time seemed to disappear for me.

The uninvited guest had already left long ago. He probably couldn't last enough for a cup of tea. Before he left, he looked at me with worry in his eyes and moved his lips, but he didn't say anything in the end.

As his figure disappeared into the night, the area around the ice pool became quiet again.

But I continued to exercise in the pool, and at the same time, I used two tasks at the same time, reminiscing about what I learned during the day.

At the beginning, I could accurately remember the content of every page in the book, and I could also recall the feelings I had when I practiced the sword, trying to integrate the two, but gradually, those terrible chills got into my head inside.

My consciousness gradually became blurred. If there are other people by the pool at this time, they will probably find that I have maintained the same posture for a long time.

No other, it's because my hands and feet are frozen.

By the time I realized something was wrong, I couldn't even move a pinky finger.

It's still early in the morning.

If nothing else, no one would come to the ice pool at such a midnight time.

So I can only just stand silently in the pool, feeling the chill coming from all directions.

After an unknown amount of time, those knife-like chills suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dry heat, flowing from my chest to my limbs, just like hugging a big stove.

But I couldn't be happy, because the only remaining reason told me that this was just a sign of severe hypothermia.

If I can't leave here quickly, maybe it won't be long before I turn into a cold corpse.

But even if you understand this, so what?
I can't move, not at all.

Is it about to end?I thought to myself, for some reason, I don't have much fear of the imminent death, but a faint sense of relief.

I am so tired.

In fact, I haven't slept well for two consecutive nights. I was so tired that I didn't even want to move after practicing the sword, but I still insisted on coming here, into this ice pool, just to allow myself to accept the severe cold again. Ling Chi.

When I think that there are still a hundred days left for such torture, I feel that maybe dying here is not so unacceptable.

And to be honest, it's out of my hands now.

There is nothing I can do but wait to die.

My head is getting heavier and heavier, as if there is a voice in my ear that has been tempting me softly, give up, give up, I can't do it.

I simply don't have the aptitude to be able to break the ground and freeze the pulse in just a hundred days.

I have three thousand inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and all of them were the best in the sword garden before. They couldn't do this kind of thing with their talents. How can I, an ordinary person who was admitted to the sect wall only by practicing hard? Can surpass them?

Just relying on the so-called bloody courage?

However, the reality is not a short story. It is not that the protagonist shouts a few words, "the armor is still there" or "my evolution is faster than the speed of light", and then he can fight again from the pool of blood, full of blood and demons, and kill the people everywhere. .

Instead of suffering so much and being unwilling to fall down in the end, it is better to simply kill yourself at this time and fast forward to the ending directly.

Thinking of this, I also closed my eyes.

But the next moment another voice rang in my ear.

"No, it's not like that."

I opened my eyes and saw Susu squatting by the pool, looking at me with concern.

I was taken aback when I saw her, and blurted out, "You, why are you here?"

"Because I feel that you need me," Susu said, pointing to his heart, "I can hear your voice here, and you seem to have fallen into depression again."

Her words seemed to bring me back to the days when we were still practicing swords together in the sword garden a few years ago.

Whenever I feel down, Susu can always detect it at the first time, and then comfort me.

This time is of course no exception.

She said seriously to me, "I know what you're worried about, but no matter what the result is, it's worth fighting against it."

After a pause, she then added, "Don't you also like playing chess very much, and not every game of chess is played with the same strength, right? There are always games where the weak face the strong.

"If you choose to give up because of the gap in strength and talent, there will be no such classic headwinds. Life is like this. It's not because you see hope that you do it, but because you can only see it if you do it." to hope.

"Even if there is only one percent, one thousandth chance, you have to fight, bleed, and suffer pain, because these pains are also part of life. If you give up halfway, all hope will go to zero.

"So don't fall here, Xiaotian."

yes.It's not that I can't accept that I'm going to be defeated in the end.

What really pissed me off was being pushed down by fate to the ground and pounded violently, but I couldn't fight back!This is what makes me unbearable.

I want to fight back!
I want to fight back!I want to fight back!
I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!
I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back!I want to fight back! ! !
I want to fight back and I'm going crazy! ! ! ! !
Even if I can only throw a punch, even if the punch I risked my life landed on the opposite side is just an innocuous scratch, so what if I can't even wipe off a trace of his blood?

I still want to punch!
fuck your mother!
Why can't I just let fate laugh at and play with me, and I can't ride on its body and be a master? !
I'm fucking dissatisfied! ! !

As long as the bell for the end has not sounded, no matter how many times I am knocked over, how many ribs are broken, and how much blood is shed, I will still get up.

I must get up!
Next round, next round, I will still punch forward!Go ahead!The momentum is like a rainbow! ! !
I can feel my blood burning again.

He opened his mouth involuntarily and let out a roar like a trapped animal!

Desperately urging every cell in my body, squeezing every bit of potential, until my frozen legs started to move again!
It was clearly less than ten steps away from the pool, but these ten steps took me a whole incense stick of time.

However, it is not enough.

I propped my almost unconscious arms on the shore, trying to get my body out of the water, but I really had no strength, and I tried several times without success.

Susu has been cheering me on, telling me I can do it, I can do it.

But I'm really tired and tired.

So I didn't continue to struggle, just stood in the pool again, closed my eyes, and stopped moving.

After a while, I opened my eyes suddenly, and with all the strength I had accumulated, I put my hands on the ground and jumped desperately!
In the end, it successfully fell to the shore.

Then I stayed for a while, and then laughed out loud!Laughing unscrupulously, domineering!
How about it, how does Lao Tzu's straight right punch taste? !

I seem to be able to see that in the dark, the existence named fate put away the death scythe in his hand, rubbed his slightly swollen left cheek, muttered some cruel words, and left angrily.

I know it won't let me go.

This old boy has always been like this, sinister and despicable, always used to hiding in an inconspicuous corner, jumping out suddenly when you are not prepared, and hit you hard.

And it doesn't talk about martial arts at all. Once you fall to the ground, not only will it not pay attention to what to do, it will just let you live, but it will even take advantage of your illness to kill you, and it will intensify punching and kicking you, adding insult to injury.

It is useless to kneel down and hold your head, crying bitterly and begging for mercy at such a time.

With its hard-hearted heart, it won't just strike lightly just because you cry bitterly.

And my answer is very simple.

Punch, keep punching!

Of course I will still be in pain, grinning in pain, heart-piercing in pain.

But it hurts too.

That's fucking enough!

(End of this chapter)