one generation one pair

The practice of the disciples in the holy gate is against the sky. If their own strength reaches a certain stage, they will be bombarded by heavenly thunder. If they survive this catastrophe, they have crossed a threshold. Only after 99 thunderbolts can one attain enlightenment, and I, a disciple of the holy sect, is obviously unqualified, and I was almost smashed into scum by the first thunderbolt.

Countless disciples in the holy gate were killed by lightning. In fact, people in the holy gate are used to it. Everyone doesn't think death is terrible, they just think it's fate. After entering reincarnation, the next life will continue.

Is a person who is not afraid of death still a person?

I think I was right. The people in the Holy Gate are no longer ordinary people.

Speaking of which, the disciples in this holy gate don't know how many people will die every year, and the holy venerable who is the master of the gate has never appeared and said a word, so how could he suddenly jump out and save my life? I think what Xiaohua said is right, it's all just rumors of boring people.

Xiaohua doesn't believe this rumor, and I don't believe it either, but there are still people who believe it.

Since I woke up, many Sahabi disciples have come to visit me, and most of them left after looking at me, probably thinking that it is really difficult to connect with the Holy One with my appearance.

But there are also people who come to see me often after seeing me, Xiaohua is one, in fact, I know that she also came to see me on the basis of rumors, in fact, I know that she didn't stay because of me.

There was another person who stayed before Xiaohua, this person was Xiaocao, Xiaocao said he was my friend, I helped him mend clothes, and he often came to see me to thank me.

In fact, I don't remember him, and I don't know how to mend clothes.

Xiaohua probably likes Xiaocao, so Xiaohua often comes to chat with me, a disabled disciple, because of Xiaocao.

My daily job is to grow vegetables, bask in the sun, go fishing, and drag my lame leg outside for a walk. My life is very ordinary.

This life is actually very good, but occasionally some inexplicable people will come over, which is a bit annoying, like this one now.

"Chou Tiange...Your name is Chou Tiange? I think you were really stunned by the lightning, and you took such a strange name!" He was tall and thin like a bamboo pole. The expression on his face was quite exaggerated. I don't know the name of this tall and thin bamboo pole who claims to be my friend, and I don't want to know. He reminds me of the clown I once saw on the stage.

The weather was a bit hot, so I yawned, took a sip of tea from the teacup, and the tall and thin bamboo pole was still shouting.

"Xiaotian, are you stupid? Not only did you change your name, but your person has also become weird. I'm talking to you. What's your attitude!" Gao Shouzhu raised his voice, as if holding his throat. Hen, this reminds me, I will also raise a brood of chicks later.

"Sorrowful song." I reminded him aloud, in fact, I am not his friend, and I don't have any friends.

The tall and thin bamboo pole man was slightly taken aback, feeling unspeakably aggrieved and uncomfortable, he wanted to get angry like before, and then wait for the man to compromise because he was afraid of his friend leaving like before.

After hesitating for a long time, the tall and thin man with a bamboo pole cast a look of help to another man in the room.

That's right, there are a total of three people in the room, one is my useless disciple, two are unknown "friends" who came here uninvited, one of them is a tall and thin bamboo pole man, and the other is a rather pleasing-looking man A young man with a conspicuous red belt tied around his waist.

"Little..." The red belt coughed lightly and changed her tune, "Shoutiange, have you really lost your memory?"

"Yeah." Amnesia is fine. If I lose my memory, I don't remember anything. They all say that I have amnesia, but how can something I don't know count as amnesia?How many times have I already said that my name is Shutiange, not Xiaotian.

"You even forgot about me?" The man with the red belt looked tentative.

"Hmm..." These two people were really long-winded.

"Forget it, forget it." The man with the red belt snorted coldly, and glanced at me condescendingly, with a disgusted expression in his eyes.

I lowered my head and continued to drink tea. A blurry human face was reflected in the trembling tea. The human face was covered with thick gauze, only a pair of bright and indifferent eyes were exposed. I heard that I just woke up. People are turning into charcoal, and the flesh on both the body and the face is broken. Even if there is a panacea, I don't know if it can be cured.

What's more, the precious medicinal materials in the Holy Gate will not be wasted on a disabled disciple like me.

Turning his head to the side, the man with the red belt asked impatiently: "I ask you, do you know why the Holy One suddenly called your name?"

After a long time, it turns out that I came here because of that unreliable rumor. Why do people believe this kind of rumor?

"You... really want to know?" There was a slight smile on the corner of my mouth, and I suddenly had a funny idea in my heart.

"We care about you, tell us quickly!" The tall and thin man with a bamboo pole said from the side, looking impatient.

"Because... I have an affair with the Holy One." I lowered my head and took a sip, I said in an unusually calm manner, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.