Escape Game: I Really Just Want To Lose

fifteenth day.

Dao Changqing glanced at his flower pot, and then helplessly drew a line beside it.

Already fifteen lines...

This flower pot has not changed at all, making Dao Changqing wonder if he is a waste, otherwise why can't he even grow a broad bean.

He has widely accepted the opinions of the elders in the village, giving enough water and fertilizer to the broad beans, and even occasionally singing ditties to the broad beans and chatting with them.

But they just can't survive.

With this energy to chase girls, Dao Changqing felt that he could catch up to a Cuju team.

Reluctantly pouring water on the flowerpot where the broad beans were buried, Dao Changqing left his hut holding the flowerpot.

"Daozhang, are you going out? Daoist must take a jar of newly brewed cured wine!"

"Daoist, the fish I just caught today, I asked my wife to make a fish with pickled cabbage, come to eat tonight "370"!"

"Mr. Daochang, won't you come to class tomorrow? Let's tell the story after class."

"Master..."

Along the way, the villagers in the village kept coming to say hello, and Dao Changqing also smiled back one by one.

Before he moved into the small mountain village, he had no impression of ordinary people, at most they were bigger livestock.

After integrating into it, I realized that they are also human beings with joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys.

When injured, their blood is also red; monks are no different from ordinary people except that they have greater strength.

He just did some small things within his power, and he was regarded as a heavenly man by the villagers here, and he gained the friendship of the other party.

I have to say, this feeling is not bad.

Walking in the small mountain village, Dao Changqing originally planned to reclaim dozens of acres of land first, and then build a dam by the river.

Walking to the entrance of the village, he glanced at the wooden boards at the entrance of the village, and immediately found a hidden mark on the wooden boards.

"Oh, I can't cultivate today...

With a sigh, Dao Changqing suddenly moved forward. Every step he took was a distance of hundreds of feet, and he disappeared into the distance after a while.

According to the direction indicated by the sign, Dao Changqing took a few steps up a mountain peak and saw the person who summoned him here.

Seeing this group of demon geniuses, Dao Changqing couldn't help grinning.

Your style of painting is a bit spicy!

The witch, Qianmian, was holding a lamb and kept touching it, and she had a lingering sheep smell on her body.

Blood lion Tan Yong, drinking milk is like drinking alcohol, and it seems to be happier than drinking.

As for the former swordsman Shura, his skin is even darker now, with a pipe in his mouth, he looks like an out-and-out old villager.

"Look at you, how can you be like this!" Dao Changqing pointed at the other party with hatred, "I gave up the good time of farming, and came to see you, what's wrong with you!"

"Don't talk about others!" Tan Yong, the blood lion, took a sip of mare's milk and said disdainfully, "You are similar. The reason for calling everyone here is not for other reasons, but to ask you a question: your broad beans have sprouted what?"

A group of people looked at each other silently, and no one dared to stand up first, admitting that he hadn't grown broad beans and was a waste.

Seeing that no one spoke, Tan Yong, the blood lion, took the lead to take out his broad beans: "To tell you the truth, I didn't grow them either, because they are already ripe!"

After speaking, he took the lead in putting a broad bean into his mouth, chewed it hard, and then swallowed it hard.

"Amazing!" Dao Changqing couldn't help applauding.

"Thank you!" Blood Lion nodded proudly, "I didn't expect you, Dao Changqing, to be a true disciple of the demon leader, and you didn't even notice this."

"No, I mean, it's been fifteen days, your beans should have gone bad by now, right?"

Only then did the blood lion react, and his stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Forcibly suppressing this discomfort, he looked at everyone with a pale face: "Why don't you look surprised at all?"

"Because we knew it when we got the broad beans." Witch Qianmian said while stroking her little lamb.

The blood master turned pale with shock: "Then why don't you ask the devil!"

"The devil's actions must have a deep meaning. Instead of asking directly, it is more meaningful to explore after taking action." Shura explained unhurriedly, "Blood Lion, "Are you questioning the leader?"

"I didn't..." Blood Lion lowered his head helplessly, "It's just that I..."

"You are questioning yourself." Dao Changqing put on the cured wine he got from the villagers, "Don't worry about so much, what we said before is not as much as today. I just got a pot of cured wine, let's Have a drink!"

"Coincidentally, I also got some seasonal vegetables, and now I will roast them for you to eat!"

"I caught a wild boar on the way, let you have a taste of my craft!"

"I have goat's milk, pick it up myself!"

A group of people made their moves one after another, and in a short while they were filled with all kinds of ingredients...

Gathered together, they lighted the bonfire and sang like never before.

Dao Changqing didn't try to hangover, he was overwhelmed after drinking half of it, and fell asleep.

After waking up, a group of demon geniuses had already collapsed to the ground, snoring like thunder.

I saw the bright moon hanging high, streams of mist rising in the mountains, and fluctuating under the moonlight, wonderful.

Shaking his head, Dao Changqing stood up, feeling that his state of mind seemed to be tempered again invisibly.

"The devil's head is right. It was indeed excessive in cultivating the Dao before. Only by experiencing the ordinary once in a while can you see the true beauty in it."

After feeling a lot, Dao Changqing suddenly found that he was not the only one who woke up, there was another person standing on the top of the tree, looking into the distance with ecstasy.

"Brother... No, Shura, are you awake too?"

Shura on the treetop looked back at Dao Changqing, and then said: "Brother, I'm awake.

"Brother" seems to have spanned countless times, and wiped out the grievances and grievances of each other back then.

Picking up two cups of cured wine, Dao Changqing threw a cup to Shura, the two saluted from the air, and then drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking all the wine, Dao Changqing looked into the distance: "Brother, back then, I didn't send anyone to kill you."

"I know it wasn't my brother's fault, but I just hate you. I hate you for your outstanding talent, and hate you for being favored by the ancestors. But after going through these days and getting used to the sufferings of ordinary people, I know that the world is suffering. My point What are things? Birth, old age, sickness and death are the real horrors."

Dao Changqing smiled, feeling that the previous locks disappeared in smoke.

After taking another sip of wax wine, his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Brother, say that sentence just now, say it again."

"Which sentence?"

"The last sentence."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the real horrors."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death..."

As he recited these words softly, Dao Changqing felt as if countless lightning flashed through his mind, and a wave of enlightenment surged into his heart, making him unable to help shouting: "I understand, Master, I understand everything!"

(fourth update, a little late, sorry).