C2 In the Lake He Was Filled with Sorrow

Article 2. The lake was filled with melancholy.

Jun Ling's consciousness gradually blurred as he fell into the lake. A burst of painful memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. That memory was the last thing he wanted to remember. Every time it rang out, it would be extremely painful...

The path behind the back mountain of Desolate Town was extremely rugged. Looking at it from the angle of this huge mountain, one could see the entire Desolate Town. Sunlight passed through the leaves and poured down, forming a mottled black shadow that swayed gently on the ground. The hot weather allowed one to hear the tireless cries of people lying on the trees. Fortunately, it was cool under the trees. Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

There were two figures sitting on the ground with their backs against the trees. Both of them were men with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. One could tell which family's young master was dressed in just by looking at his attire. The one on the left was dressed in black and white robe. There was a silk ribbon tied around his waist, and there was a five-colored glaze jade tied around his waist with a hairpin. Behind him was a folding fan, and he looked no older than eighteen or nineteen years old.

The person beside him was still young, but he was also born from an ancient sculpture. He had sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, thin lips, and white teeth. He had a handsome face, but he was also a handsome young master. He wore a white purple robe and a pair of thick white boots. At this moment, he was waving his little hands to cool himself. The hot weather made his face slightly red. He kept muttering, "Brother, I want to go back and not play anymore."

When Jun Feng heard Jun Ling's words, a touch of pampering appeared on his mature face. He patted Jun Ling's head and smiled, "Who is it that is clamoring to come out and play? If you are not in the mood to play, we will go home." When he heard Jun Feng's words, Jun Ling nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Jun Feng thought for a moment and said, "Wait for me here. I will get you some water! The weather is too hot. We can go home after drinking. "

"Okay!" Jun Ling, who was only seven years old, immediately became happy. Jun Feng got up and left to pick up the small water bottle next to him. Before he left, he was still a little worried and specifically reminded Jun Ling not to leave and wait for him to come back. Not long after Jun Feng left, Jun Ling looked around. However, other than the rocks that were hot under the sun, there was nothing special about the dense weeds.

"Why hasn't elder brother come back yet?"

Jun Ling muttered to himself as he threw away the Mimi Grass in his hand. Just as he was feeling bored, his gaze was attracted by a strange plant. The plant grew under a huge rock. The surface of the plant was about the size of a palm. It was like glass, emitting an alluring luster. Jun Ling curiously walked to the plant. Just as he squatted down, a fragrance immediately assailed his nostrils.

"It smells so good!"

Joy surfaced on Jun Ling's young and tender face. To someone of his age, everything was fresh. He took the plant as a treasure and held it in his hand. Looking from left to right, it seemed that this thing was a mushroom. Looking at Jun Ling, he suddenly had an impulse to eat it. This thought had just emerged in his mind when he couldn't get rid of it.

"Just take a small bite... it should be fine, right?"

Jun Ling thought for a while and then gently tore off a little bit. When he opened his mouth and threw the thing into his mouth, it melted in his mouth. There seemed to be a faint fragrance spreading out from his mouth. Jun Ling was wild with joy, but the taste of this thing was not bad at all. He couldn't help but eat a few more pieces, but before the last piece entered his mouth, he felt that something was wrong.

"Puff!"

Jun Ling fell to the ground with a painful look on his face. He opened his mouth and blood spurted out. It was as if his body was being burned by fire. Every inch of his muscles and bones seemed to be twisted together. His throat seemed to have been grabbed by someone. The intense pain in his Dantian made Jun Ling's eyes open wide. He gritted his teeth and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. He felt that all his strength was being sucked away and his strength was rapidly depleting.

Pah!

"Ling!" Jun Feng, who had just fetched water, immediately saw Jun Ling lying on the ground. The water bottle in his hand fell to the ground and splashed all over the ground. Jun Feng flashed a few times and came in front of Jun Ling. His face was full of anxiety as he held Jun Ling in his arms. "Ling! Ling, what happened to you?!"

"Brother. Jun Ling was about to say something when he felt his vision go black and then he lost consciousness. Jun Feng ran down the Desolate Town with Jun Ling in his arms like a mad man. He had just reached the fifth level of the Dao Stage, so he was not slow at all.

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When he thought of this, Jun Ling furrowed his brows. It was as if those scenes were right in front of his eyes. The scene in his mind vaguely appeared. It was still the familiar scene of a figure standing in the courtyard of the Jun family. Jun Ling fixed his eyes. Surprisingly, it was him standing in the middle of the heavy snow. His face was filled with stubbornness and disappointment.

The Desolate Town was still the same as it had been eleven years ago. The heavy snow had caused the entire Desolate Town to be covered in silver. Pure white snowflakes drifted down from the sky, as if the entire world was filled with sadness.

The snowflakes were still falling in the courtyard of Jun family. A thin figure stood with his hands behind his back. His body was straight and his head was covered by the snowflakes. His sword-shaped eyebrows were covered with ice crystals. He looked up at the sky and felt an indescribable loneliness. If he didn't look carefully, he might have overlooked this person's existence. At this moment, it was as if he had fused with the fluttering snowflakes.

A gust of cold wind blew up the snow, and a snowflake floated up from the courtyard. The snow-like plum blossom flew past his hair bun and then shattered into pieces in his clothes. This somewhat monotonous and pale winter scene had a somewhat lonely feeling at this moment.

Looking at the gray and hazy sky, a trace of bitterness hung at the corner of Jun Ling's mouth. There was no sadness or joy on his face. His eyes seemed to have lost their luster. Every winter, he would watch the snow in the courtyard. It seemed that only this cold season and the heavy snow could cover up the regret and difficulties in his heart.

Seven years ago, he had eaten the Buried Poison Mushroom by mistake, causing his martial vein to be damaged. For eleven years, his cultivation had stagnated without any progress or regression. If it were any other ordinary person, they might even be able to live by sewing and sewing manually. However, he was born in the Jun family, and he couldn't afford to have any failures, because once he failed... he would have to face the disdain of his family members.

"It's been eleven years..."

Jun Ling's voice was slightly hoarse as he slowly opened his palm. His long fingers were slowly curled and clenched together. A trace of ferociousness and unwillingness appeared on his handsome face. He had thought of all ways in the past eleven years. However, he was still unable to absorb Yuan Power. No one could understand the suppressed pain in their hearts during these eleven years. If it wasn't for his gluttony back then, how could he have achieved what he had today? In order to help him neutralize the effects brought by the Buried Poison Mushroom, his father, Jun Tiannan, had already bought the Unpoisonous Water Immortal Pill for eleven years in a row.

He needed one pill every month! One pill was worth fifty taels of gold on the market, and he would need six hundred taels of gold per year. For eleven whole years, the Jun family had spent six thousand six hundred taels of gold on him alone. The Jun family was merely a middle-class clan... This expenditure had already exceeded the budget. It even caused some of the branches and elders to feel dissatisfied.

What was the point of keeping him if he was trash?