The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

The New Year has passed, and spring will come soon.

In the yard, Wang Que turned over the previously abandoned vegetable field and planted seeds again.

This year's life is a bit sad. Since the New Year, some pirates have come to the sea off Yuyang Island. These pirates robbed merchant ships and killed monks who went out to sea.

Wang Que has not gone out to sea to fish for a month, but he can live comfortably with the spiritual stones accumulated over the years.

Not only him, but now a large number of low-level casual cultivators including Liu Hongtao find it difficult to go out to sea to fish. Although only one month has passed, a lot of troubles have occurred in the outer city of Yuyang City.

In the sea area, mortals and low-level cultivators either make money by selling hard labor or by relying on their skills and going out to sea to fish.

The work of selling hard labor does not require so many people, and it is difficult to get business without learning the skills for a few years and finding a master to teach.

Therefore, going out to sea to fish is a helpless choice for most mortals and low-level cultivators.

Now they can’t go out to sea for a month, and they don’t know when they can go out to sea in the future. Some low-level cultivators with little savings can only take risks because they can’t make ends meet.

Another two months passed, and they still couldn’t go out to sea to fish, and the chaos in the outer city became more and more intense.

The Zhou family saw the turmoil in the outer city, and as the island owner’s family, they naturally couldn’t sit idly by.

Although mortals and low-level cultivators are of little use, they are the only ones willing to do the dirty work in the inner city.

Moreover, mortals and low-level cultivators account for 80% of the entire Yuyang Island, and this 80%... can be said to be used to serve the remaining 20%.

In June, the Zhou family arranged the Zhou family army to go to the outer sea to suppress pirates with great fanfare. For a time, people’s hearts were calm and the chaos was reduced by 80%!

In July, with the Zhou family army guarding and patrolling in the outer sea, many fishermen have already tentatively gone to sea to fish.

In August, the pirate storm seemed to have passed, and Yuyang City returned to its former bustle.

At the end of August...the pirates broke through the Zhou family's defense line and plundered all the way to the coastline of Yuyang Island.

The Zhou family was furious and sent several sky bridges to suppress and kill the pirates.

On September 3, the pirate crisis was completely quelled by the Zhou family, and a thousand-meter line of pirate "corpses" was drawn on the coastline.

Since June, Liu Hongtao has sent messages to his son from time to time to ask if his son is safe.

At first, Liu Jiawang responded promptly, but in July, the response was a little slower, and Liu Hongtao was a little worried.

In August, Liu Jiawang sent a message saying that the pirates were vulnerable and asked his old father, Uncle Tieshan and Grandpa Huang to rest assured.

At the end of August, Liu Hongtao never replied after the message was sent.

The frightened Liu Hongtao found Wang Que and asked Wang Que to accompany him to the inner city to ask.

But no matter what, the guards in the inner city would not let the two go in.

In the increasingly terrified waiting, on September 5, late at night, Liu Jiawang came back.

He was brought back lying on a carriage.

He was covered in wounds, and his left arm was missing. He was still breathing when he first came, and he also had a storage ring with 200,000 low-grade spirit stones in it.

In the battle to suppress the pirates, he was eager to make achievements, but the result...

If he had not been discovered by his men early, he might have been buried in the sea.

Juanzi cried like a tearful person, and Liu Hongtao, a man of iron bones, also shed tears.

And the first words Liu Jiawang said were: "Dad, Mom, I am unfilial, and I am... useless."

His foundation was damaged, and his cultivation was lost. It was the Zhou family's kindness and righteousness that he could save his life.

And the Zhou family... sent him back, and rewarded him with 200,000 low-grade spirit stones before he left.

Liu Hongtao's tears rolled down and he was a little incoherent: "It's okay, it's okay, kid, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Yes, being able to survive is the best.

In the bandage, Liu Jiawang tried to tilt his head and looked at Wang Que regardless of the bleeding wound: "Tie, Uncle Tieshan, I don't regret it, I don't regret it at all."

"I brought back a total of 1.3 million spirit stones, and my family will have no worries in this life..."

Wang Que's hand slowly clenched, and after a long time, he gently patted Liu Jiawang's shoulder: "Heal your wounds well, you are great."

Liu Jiawang looked at Wang Que, tears overflowing from his red eyes.

After a few breaths, Liu Jiawang turned his head back to look at the sky and laughed: "Ha, haha... I haven't seen the stars for a long time..."

Stars... are actually always there, and travelers who are bent over by life and rushing on their way... How many dare to stop and look up at the scenery along the way?

That night, after Wang Que and Mr. Huang left Liu Jiawang's house, Mr. Huang invited Wang Que to come in again.

Wang Que still did not refuse and followed Mr. Huang into the house.

The same sufferingTea, the same chessboard, the same black piece.

But this time, Wang Que did not make a move: "I have been playing chess for five years and I always go first. Let you go first this time."

"Let me?" Mr. Huang smiled: "Aren't you afraid of losing to me?"

Wang Que's face was calm and he didn't say anything.

After a long time, Mr. Huang shook his head: "Forget it, I'll go first."

The chess piece fell, and the black piece in Wang Que's hand fell immediately after: "Mr. Huang, do you know why I want to understand fate?"

Mr. Huang took a sip of tea and dropped a piece: "Everyone has different ideas. I am not you. How can I know what you think?"

Wang Que dropped the black piece: "Many years ago, someone asked me what fate is. I said, my fate is determined by me, not by God."

Mr. Huang's eyes moved slightly and dropped the white piece: "Well said, my fate is determined by me, not by God."

Wang Que continued to pick up the black piece and drop it: " Later, when I was in another place, someone asked me what fate is. "

The faint smile on Mr. Huang's face slowly faded: "What did you say?"

Wang Que said indifferently: "I still think that my fate is determined by myself, not by God."

Mr. Huang's face was calm: "Then what?"

Wang Que continued to place the black pieces: "But he said that our fate is not our own."

"He believes that our fate belongs to this world, and our fate is related to others."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Huang frowned slightly, and the white pieces fell.

Wang Que picked up the black pieces: "He believes that if I interfere with other people's choices, then I interfere with other people's lives."

"That's right, I think he is right." Mr. Huang agreed with this statement.

Wang Que continued: "But later, he seemed to agree with my point of view, thinking that his fate should belong to himself."

"Then what?" Mr. Huang frowned even more, he was already a little confused.

"Then?" Wang Que smiled slightly: "I gave him two choices, one is life, the other is death, and no matter which one he chooses, I win."

Mr. Huang put down the white piece: "How could it be that you win?"

"If he chooses to live, then it fits his philosophy, and if he chooses to die, it also fits what he said that life does not belong to himself, life is related to others."

Wang Que put down the black piece and said lightly: "If he chooses to live, then I will give him life, if he chooses to die, then I will let him die."

"This is his choice, I did not interfere, and I did not interfere with his choice, so does his life have anything to do with me?"

"Since his life does not have anything to do with me, then his life is Whose life?"

"Then his life is his own life! His life still belongs only to him!"

"And so, his views and ideas are self-defeating, so who will win?"

Mr. Huang was undecided: "Fellow Daoist Tieshan said this... I need to think about it carefully."

Wang Que smiled: "It's actually very simple, it's just like the realm of our cultivation."

"I think my life is determined by me, not by God, and I think I'm right."

"He said that life is determined by God, not by oneself. I thought he was wrong at the time, but now it seems that he is not wrong."

"Why is he not wrong?" Mr. Huang disagreed.

Wang Que's smile faded: "It's still very simple, take Jiawang as an example, you interfered with Jiawang's fate, and Jiawang's current result is all because of you."

Mr. Huang was speechless, but he dropped the white piece that hesitated again and again.

Wang Que continued, "So he is right. Sometimes fate is really out of your control. Sometimes fate really depends on others."

After saying that, Wang Que placed the black piece directly: "And I watched him grow up all the way, watched him make all kinds of important decisions all the way without interfering, which led to his end... His lack of regrets led to a third opinion."

"What opinion?" Mr. Huang frowned even more deeply.

Wang Que placed another piece, and after this one, the white piece had no way to go.

Although the chessboard was only halfway played, the winner was already decided.

The white piece in Mr. Huang's hand fell on the chessboard, and the wrinkles on his face showed an incredible look: "This, this... you........."

Wang Que took a sip of the cold bitter tea, then slowly stood up and walked out the door.

Mr. Huang stood up suddenly and called Wang Que: "Tieshan, what exactly is that third view you mentioned!"

At the threshold, Wang Que did not look back: "People often say: everything is fate, not a bit of human control, but I want to say... everything is the heart, every bit is up to human control."

"As long as I want, nothing is impossible!"

"My life still belongs to me, and I am destiny!"

Mr. HuangThe gentleman's face was shocked, and it seemed as if thunder flashed through his mind. He took a half step back with a look of horror on his face: "You, you, we cultivators follow the destiny, and you dare to claim it as destiny. Do you want to go against the will of heaven?!!"

Wang Que looked up at the night sky and said faintly: "Following is ordinary, going against is immortal, just upside down in it."

"Just because you can't transcend doesn't mean I can't transcend."

"Tieshan! Don't talk to me about transcendence. I realized the state of death and proved the way of Chongxu last year. I won the bet! You can't even beat me, what destiny are you talking about! What against the will of heaven!"

Wang Que turned his head and looked back: "Mr. Huang, do you think your bet messed up my Tao heart or... messed up your own Tao heart?"

[In order not to keep people on suspense, this chapter has 3,000 words. ]

[Dear book friends, may I ask, what is destiny? ]