Story of Longevity

Being a "mortal" is not easy, much harder than cultivating immortals.

Otherwise, why do everyone want to cultivate immortals instead of being mortals?

——Star Carving·Liu

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Xingke can guarantee that he has not been so tired for tens of millions of years.

When and for what was the last time I was so tired on my body... Xingqi has long been unable to remember.

Anyway, he clearly remembered that he had vowed a long time ago that he would never pursue any "joy of sports" and "running in the sunset"-it was just fine to find guilt.

But now, as an ordinary peasant in the feudal period, Xingke feels that he has refreshed his previous understanding of "hard work".

There is no electricity, no machinery, no industry, and no unnatural forces.

In all aspects of life, everything depends on one's own hands and feet.

Everything, trivial matters, and the burden of life are all at once on the shoulders of a mere mortal.

From carrying water, chopping wood, to planting, herding animals, and finally to cleaning and maintenance tools, things that should have been done by machines and magic must now be done by hand.

The coordination of muscles, bones and brain, coupled with the accumulation of time-this is the limit of human beings.

Tiny, fragile, slow, embarrassed, dirty... this is a mortal.

No parents, no relatives, no spouse, living in a remote countryside away from the crowds, Xingke deeply understands why humans are social animals through their own practical experience rather than written knowledge.

It is not the so-called "emotional comfort", nor is it the legendary "love and affection".

The reason why mortals like to get together is simply because of laziness and weakness.

A person is too tired to work and is easily eaten by other animals. Only when a settlement is formed can mortal lives be safer and easier.

Once an individual in a group of animals is left behind, it often means death.

Nowadays, every time I spend an extra day, I feel that it is really not easy to be alive. I haven't been starved to death because of the survival wisdom and some kind of unreliable luck in his mind that has been delayed for trillions of years.

………

"Bird, bird, you say, when will I be a leader in these bitter days?"

The ragged and unkempt "old peasant" sat on the threshold, breathing hard in the afternoon.

Then, like a normal neurotic old man, he spoke to the emerald green bird resting under the eaves.

The voice was full of feeble dying air:

"It's a pity that I'm still old...I'm just too sick, too tired, oh..."

No way, I wake up and work with the sun every day, tired and rested as the sun goes down, I have never had a holiday star moment, and I feel like I have run out of oil and light.

It was not because of aging, but the soreness caused by tiredness and various unignorable lesions that had destroyed his physical body to the limit, and he could die at any time.

"So, manpower, after all, has a limit..."

Every day, I need to grind the grains into flour by myself, split the materials to make a fire, boil water to cook, and then work on the ground.

Of course, the food cannot be rich, the taste cannot be changed, or even not enough for food and clothing, but the work is very heavy.

Under this premise, the sanitary environment and comfort of life also need to be maintained:

If the drinking water cannot be raw water, the room cannot live with insects, the toilets need to be tidyed, and the livestock fence needs to be maintained...

Otherwise, disease will destroy mortal lives one step faster than hunger.

"...Well, I admit it. I still couldn't let go of my dignity at the beginning. I worked hard because of the cleanliness of my personal image, which added a lot of labor to myself."

He used precious water resources and firewood to boil water, and after a busy day, only for bathing and washing. Even if you are hungry because of this...

Come to think of it, this is a folly of wasting labor.

"No, I don't mean to regret it. I just sigh, it's not easy for a mortal to live."

There is no soap for washing your face, no toothpaste for brushing your teeth, salt is rough and yellow, and there is almost no meat. Once it rains, the house will leak...

Some things are made from scratch but it is easy to say, but in actual operation you will find that there is a lack of raw materials.

The reason why something was invented in an era when commerce was gradually developed was because the raw materials from all over the world were gathered by traders.

The raw materials that Pian An can obtain will be limited by geology and climate.

Only reunification and peace can bring prosperity and prosperity... It is useless to say these.

"I'm in the countryside, what if I have a lot of money? I can't do everything by myself."

Sure enough, it was impossible for this kind of creature to survive in the feudal era when the industrial economy was underdeveloped.

If some traversers have a bad birth, they will lose their talents for almost a lifetime.

...However, these are secondary.

The devastation of the flesh can't bring down all mortals, and there is still a way to survive a little bit of embarrassment.

What more destroys the will of mortals and makes them numb is actually spiritual consumption.

"Bird, I don't know. If you are flying in the sky, will you feel happy because you are looking down at the beasts on the ground...?" Xingke asked dryly.

Then he didn't expect a little bird to answer himself, and soon went on to mutter to himself:

"There is no spiritual joy, no physical joy... Why do mortals live?"

Human beings feel at ease because they look down on beings that are inferior and weaker than themselves.

Either pity, or bullying, or enslavement — essentially all caused by class differences.

With class and steps, someone will have the desire and motivation to climb upward.

Therefore, the name is "the meaning of living", and the alias is "pursuit" and "yearning."

However, the current Star Carving does not have these.

As the lowest existence at this moment, he can't see the sky at all, so he loses the meaning of life-this is completely the opposite of the previous situation.

Thinking of him once, it seemed that because he stood at the top of the sky, he couldn't see any realm above it, and he also lost the meaning of living.

"A moment of anger, the result of being obsessed with one's own face... Is this this tragic situation? Sure enough, let's do more bad things."

Xing Ke looked at the birds in front of him with self-deprecating complaints.

Of course, he wouldn't be a sudden introspection, really feel that he has done too many bad things-because no one can prove to him that good luck will get better.

"Bird, bird, do you think I should die in place? Or should I continue to experience human suffering?"

By now, Xingke felt that everything was fine.

A mere gold immortal level behind-the-scenes hand, even if he is reincarnated and rebuilt, he can quickly crush her~www.ltnovel.com~ There is no need to step into the trap forcibly, trying to break the trap and move forward... Like some swollen muscle fool.

However, the biggest difficulty is--

"Not reconciled, I also want face from Xingke."

Speaking of such hypocritical words, Xingke felt goose bumps all over his body.

Even the little kingfisher who heard him say so many complaints in front of him became contemptuous in his eyes.

As if feeling uncomfortable, Xingke touched the pocket of his trousers, and finally found out a little bit of grains left over from grinding wheat, and handed it to the little kingfisher:

"Yes, if you eat my food, you will show that you agree with what I said, understand?"

However, what is surprising is that the little kingfisher with eyes full of contempt, in the next moment actually uttered something, saying:

"Hmph~ Regret is regretted, it will save face and suffer..."

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