Chapter 474 Live One More Day, Earn One More Day

Ning Wuxie was stunned and looked down at Xuan'er in his arms.

She was wearing a very thick cloak because it was cold in the sky and she had no cultivation now, so she could only wrap herself in more layers.

Even if Ning Wuxie could help her resist the cold wind, she would still feel cold. At this time, her face was huddled in the thick fur collar, with only half of her head exposed.

"Do you really want to ask?"

"Of course."

Ning Wuxie was silent, considering his words.

He did not stop and grabbed Xuan'er's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and spoke to her word by word.

Sometimes, some questions should be said as if they were not concerned.

If they really communicated seriously, he might not be able to bear it.

"Actually, there is nothing special. The memories are all there, but it's just not the same as the normal me."

"What's different?" Xuan'er asked in a low voice.

"Just... have you ever seen the kind of person who likes to brag and pick fights after getting drunk?"

"I have."

"Hehe, a bit like that."

"Huh?" Xuan'er smiled and raised her head, knowing that he was joking, "Nonsense!"

"Really, it's just... I think I'm so awesome, the kind of person who is invincible."

Xuan'er showed a thoughtful expression, "...Is it because of the improvement of cultivation?"

"No." Ning Wuxie said, "It's because I have no emotions."

"...Then what?"

"Because I have no emotions, I feel that I am above all living things, and I have a sense of transcendence, It's like having eternal life. "

"The birth, aging, sickness and death, joy and sorrow in the world have become insignificant, and the coming and going of life have become so accustomed to it that I can't get used to it anymore."

"Only the laws of the Tao are real, and everything else is not worth mentioning, and I... am the supreme existence."

"Probably... that's it..."

Xuan'er didn't speak, and after a moment, she whispered: "I have had this feeling occasionally."

"When pulling the power of the Heavenly Dao, although it was only a short moment, this feeling is very addictive."

Ning Wuxie didn't speak, it turned out that Xuan'er had also felt it.

"If I was immersed in this feeling all the time, I might not be able to resist it."

Xuan'er hugged Ning Wuxie tighter.

"I will also forget you."

"..." Ning Wuxie was silent, "Really? I don't believe it."

"Hmph, if you don't believe it, try it? Untie me!"

"No." Ning Wuxie was decisive and hugged Xuan'er up.

Xuan'er's cheek pressed against his cheek and shrank into his neck.

"So this is the problem..." She whispered, "The power of heaven will change people, making their brains unable to realize what is really important."

"Even if you become a great emperor, so what? Unless the power of faith disappears on its own, people can't get rid of it."

"But now, you swallowed so much in one breath, can it still disappear..."

The power of faith is like a maggot attached to the bone. As long as Ning Wuxie feels it, he can find that this golden light ball with a radius of hundreds of feet is tightly gathered around him.

As long as he opens that hole, billions of faith powers will instantly flow into his body.

He will ascend to the great emperor on the spot, and there will be no possibility of regression.

This is the price of power, and it is also the reason why Emperor Hengtian regarded it as a flood and beast back then.

Ning Wuxie touched Xuan'er's head and said nothing.

Continuing to fly, Ning Wuxie saw that there seemed to be people living in the mountain below.

His sight and consciousness spanned thousands of feet, and there was actually an old man's residence there, with a hut, a pigpen, and a guard dog.

A clearing was cleared in front of the door, with a chopping block, and a skinny old man with a hunched back was chopping wood.

Next to the clearing, there was a pile of firewood stacked up like a small mountain.

The old man picked up the firewood from the backpack beside him, raised the axe and chopped it into a shape suitable for burning, and then put it aside.

After chopping all the firewood, he bent down to pick up the firewood, slowly walked to the firewood pile, stacked it up, and piled up a new layer if he couldn't reach it.

"Go down and take a look?" Ning Wuxie asked Xuan'er.

"Whatever." Xuan'er seemed to be in a bad mood and said without raising her head.

Ning Wuxie lowered his altitude and fell towards the hut. In order not to scare the old man, he chose to land in the woods not far away, and then put Xuan'er down.

Xuan'er was wearing Ning Wuxie's cloak, and her whole body was wrapped up, like a little penguin.

She didn't care about anything now, and her eyes were slightly absent-minded and confused.

She followed Ning Wuxie forward, her cloak dragging on the ground, making a rustling sound.

"Old man." Ning Wuxie saw the old man and called out.

"Ah? Who is it?"

The old man had heard the noise here a long time ago. When he heard Ning Wuxie take the initiative to greet him, his expression relaxed a lot and showed a simple smile.

Ning Wuxie realized that he was very old, probably in his seventies. His eyes were gray and he probably couldn't see anything clearly.

"We are going to the mountains to play."

"Oh, distinguished guests, come in and sit for a while."

The old man turned around, opened the door with ease, and invited Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er to come in.

Ning Wuxie walked in and saw that the small forest hut was cleaned up.

He had also seen the pigpen next to the house just now. The black mountain pigs in it were fat and strong.

It was hard to imagine that an old man who was about to go blind could do it.

There was only a bed, a stove, a table full of miscellaneous items, and a bench in the room.

The old man asked Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er to sit on the bed while he sat on the bench.

"Where are you two from? Stone town at the foot of the mountain?"

"Yes, we passed by there."

"Oh... that's a nice place. It's very crowded. There seem to be hundreds of households. I often went there when I was young, and my mother-in-law still begged there..."

The old man obviously hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, so he started talking incessantly. Ning Wuxie was able to listen to him tell his own story by following his words a little bit.

Very ordinary people, very ordinary life.

The old man is a native of this mountain village, and has never even left his county in his entire life.

In the mountains, the land that can be used for farming is scattered and broken. The old man's land was divided into remote areas because he offended the village chief.

So he simply moved in and stayed there for fifty years.

When he was more than 40 years old, he married his mother-in-law and gave birth to a child. The child later went to serve in the army and was never heard from again. His wife had been gone for more than ten years.

He was left alone to live here until his back became hunched and his eyes no longer functioned.

Xuan'er's bored eyes disappeared and she looked at the old man.

She originally just walked around with Ning Wuxie and didn't care much. Now after hearing his story, she couldn't help but feel miserable.

"Old man, this life is not easy." Ning Wuxie sighed.

"Hey, nothing is easy," the old man smiled, "Just live."

"Everyone is like this. Old man, I am lucky. If I had been unlucky, I would have died when I went into trouble more than 20 years ago!"

"Fortunately, my house was built far away from the village. I immediately hid in the mountains and hid for half a month. My hair was almost white before I dared to come out."

"Later I comforted myself. In fact, I really should have died at that time, but I didn't die. So from now on, if I live one more day, I will earn one more day. No matter what happens, I am still alive, right?"

"You've given me such a great benefit, what else do you think we should choose?"