I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

For the first time, the deepest fear arose in the young man's heart.

mediocre!

Similarly, a peasant who has been dealing with fields, chickens and cows since childhood has no way to deal with the fear in his heart. He can only feel uneasy and keep wishing that he would not be so mediocre.

Just a pity.

This time, the wish failed.

"Gu Xiu, aptitude, below average!"

When the young man heard the cold and indifferent voice of the monk who was testing his qualifications, he felt extremely bitter, especially when he heard the pointing and talking of the people around him, and saw those obviously extraordinary immortals who didn't even bother to look at him again.

For no reason, Gu Xiu felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart, as if in some reincarnation, he had experienced a similar thing at this age.

"Here's a piece of advice for you."

"There's a saying in the mortal world that one can tell a person's age at first sight. This saying also applies to the world of immortal cultivation."

"Your mediocre talent means your future fate is already determined. Cherish the next few years of cultivation. But at the same time, if you practice diligently and diligently, even if you won't achieve anything in this life, you might at least be able to survive on the battlefield and enjoy a peaceful old age."

This is what the outer sect masters of Qingfeng Mountain said to their mediocre disciples.

After Gu Xiu firmly memorized this sentence, he began his journey of cultivation.

The path of cultivation is difficult and any slight progress requires enormous effort. For a child whose aptitude is assessed as below average, the effort Gu Xiu needs to put in to cultivate is ten or a hundred times that of others.

Fortunately, born in a farming family, although Gu Xiu's qualifications are mediocre, he has some ways of enduring hardships. It is not right to call them ways, because what he does is actually very simple.

spell!

Fight to the death!

When others are studying, he is also studying. When others are practicing, he is also practicing. When others are resting, he is still practicing. Even when others are eating, he is still seizing every opportunity to practice.

If he doesn't want to be mediocre, he should give ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times more than others!

It turns out.

This world is fair. Although Gu Xiu's aptitude is only average, because he works hard enough, he becomes one of the disciples who is relatively ahead in drawing Qi into his body and officially becomes a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage.

Officially becoming a monk means standing out, and it also means that he no longer has to stay in this place, which is extremely remote and like a sewer even in the outer gate.

That was his first time.

Feel the joy of breaking away from mediocrity.

In the next few years, the boy gradually grew up, his figure began to grow taller, and his dark skin that had been exposed to the sun all day long began to turn like white jade, and his cultivation also continued to improve.

He still works hard and is still diligent.

In order to be extraordinary, he did a lot. The first time he devoted himself to practicing was just the beginning. After that, he received a mission from his master for the first time, exchanged resources for the first time, practiced swordsmanship for the first time, and defeated a strong enemy for the first time.

He became recognized as the most hardworking person in the entire sect.

Relying on his below-average qualifications, he managed to break through to the foundation-building stage, won the appreciation of the elders in the sect, and survived the war in the world of immortal cultivation.

At the age of twenty.

He finally got rid of his fear of mediocrity and became a disciple that his master had high hopes for.

Walking in the sect again, wherever he passed, he was greeted by Senior Brother Gu and Uncle Gu. Even the sect master who had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul showed extremely high expectations for him. The secret books and techniques in the sect's library were allowed to be read by him, and the hostile sects regarded him as a serious threat.

Because everyone is saying it.

Although Gu Xiu's aptitude is not good, he is willing to study hard and practice diligently. More importantly, he has a strong comprehension ability and can learn anything in one go.

He began to become a little famous.

but……

The fear of mediocrity disappeared, but that didn't mean his fear was over.

Now he is still afraid and scared.

And he was afraid.

It's a betrayal.

His master had high hopes for him, the sect regarded him as the hope of the future, and his fellow disciples looked upon him as a goal. All this should have been beautiful, but for a farm boy who had embarked on the path of cultivation from the fields for three loads of flour, this only brought him endless pressure.

He began to fear that he wasn't doing well enough.

I began to fear that I was stagnating.

I began to fear that my extraordinary enlightenment would disappear.

Even though it was the Qingfeng Sword given to him by the sect leader, Gu Xiu was still afraid that he would accidentally break or damage it.

He was walking on thin ice and was trembling with fear.

But fortunately, the hard work he had been doing since childhood did not disappear, and he began to work harder and more seriously than before.

Even more than that.

It is said that one should be happy with the world and worried about the world.

As his cultivation level and status improve, Gu Xiu shoulders more and more responsibilities. Not only does he need to practice, but he also needs to consider how to make the sect better and better.

The next few decades.

He only has two things.

Fight and practice!

From childhood to adulthood, he has not been a good speaker, so compared to being eloquent, he is better at taking practical actions.

Improve yourself, strengthen yourself, and then seek opportunities for the sect.

He was in dangerous places again and again, and faced death again and again. His injuries were increasing, his reputation for being a bad person was accumulating, and likewise, his strength was increasing.

Until one day after a three-month retreat.

He successfully took the step towards becoming a god.

A young deity, less than a hundred years old!

that day.

Hundreds of sects come to congratulate!

He became the only powerful god in Qingfeng Mountain!

that day.

He had already become the sect leader of his master, and on the day he took the step of becoming a god, he entrusted the position of sect leader to him.

But the pressure hasn't gone away.

Possessing the state of transformation into a spirit, this is a height that Qingfeng Sect has never reached. It means that everything needs to change, and the entire sect needs a qualitative leap. Even though everyone's cultivation is not as good as his, their expectant eyes still make Gu Xiu feel enormous pressure.

He is still afraid of disappointment.

He could only grit his teeth and move forward, start to consider the sect more, formulate new rules for the sect, negotiate and fight with surrounding sects, seize resources for the sect, and train disciples for the sect.

He devoted all his energy and gave almost everything.

until.

On the day when the sect's second incarnation was born, even though Gu Xiu's cultivation had stagnated for more than two hundred years, he was still happy in his heart.

Because he succeeded.

The Qingfeng Sect was built into a powerful sect that even the founder could not imagine.

It was also that day.

Gu Xiu's cultivation, which had stagnated for over two hundred years, suddenly broke through, and he reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

It was the same day.

He finally overcame his inner fear of letting down the Dao.

He didn't let anyone down.

Be worthy of heaven, be worthy of earth, be worthy of teacher, and be worthy of conscience.

If this were a storybook, he would have already accomplished everything he had hoped for, because he had become the sect's hero, a legend whose name could not be avoided even after thousands or even tens of thousands of years had passed.

Can……

Life is never just a moment.

Even if he is a monk.

Will also grow old.

Although he reached the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm in one day, for the next five hundred years, it was not known whether it was because Gu Xiu was so focused on the sect that he neglected his cultivation, or because his mediocre aptitude dragged him down, but for a full five hundred years, his cultivation level did not improve at all.

Refining the void.

It became the tombstone he longed for but could never reach.

But in this world, standing still is the beginning of decline.

The Qingfeng Sect, which had been powerful for five hundred years, had already attracted the covetousness of many enemies, and more powerful sects began to appear in that corner of the country.

He was in middle age.

Gained the third level of fear.

lose.

He began to fear losing.

Whenever he was relaxing during his training, he would always think about the hardships he had gone through, and whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, he would dream about the times he had escaped death in his youth.

He is unwilling to lose and doesn't want to lose.

can.

Because the mind arises, all kinds of dharmas arise; because dharmas arise, all kinds of minds arise.

The more he doesn't want to lose something, the more he loses it when he is in his middle age.

Lost the spiritual mines, lost the spiritual fields, lost the territory.

then.

Lost those people who were familiar to him.

Even lost his disciples.

He didn't want to lose and wanted to take everything back. He fought hard and continued to struggle day and night without a moment's rest.

In addition to his own practice, he is also working hard to train disciples.

Can……

When practice stops, tragedy begins. Once the lion shows signs of fatigue, the hyenas will swarm over. No matter how hard he works, Qingfengmen still loses money every day.

until a certain day.

All his disciples and sect elders knelt before him and told him.

We have nothing left to lose.

We should surrender.

At that moment, his fear reached its peak, but he still couldn't control it. Even though he didn't want to surrender, for the sake of those young faces, he could only weigh the pros and cons and choose to become a subsidiary of a larger sect.

The war that lasted for hundreds of years ended.

Qingfengmen returned to the starting point again.

He lost a lot, but fortunately, he finally managed to overcome the fear of loss that scared him the most.

When there is nothing left to lose.

lose.

Naturally, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The moment he handed over the sect, he realized that he was no longer middle-aged.

He is old.

He changed his appearance into an old man with white hair and beard, who was about to die.

His strength was still at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he could never reach a higher level. He once had the determination to fight for it, but when he tried countless times but couldn't see even a glimmer of hope, he finally let go of this obsession and stopped practicing.

This move is very dangerous.

It is difficult to break through, but as long as he practices every day, he can at least stabilize the situation. However, practicing is like rowing against the current. Once you really give up hope, everything will naturally begin to dissipate.

At least.

The hidden scars on his body when he was young became the straw that broke the camel's back.

He began to spend his days with elixirs and to treat doctors as his relatives.

But he still had to fight. After every battle, he needed a long time to recover. Time began to stretch out. His once invincible record began to be gradually replaced by defeats. The myth eventually fell, and he began to reminisce more about the past.

But it’s different from the unwillingness before.

He was examining his life's journey and pondering a question he had never considered before.

My own life.

What was done and what was left behind?

His journey was clearly quite eventful, but looking back now, that so-called journey seemed to have no effect at all.

The three loads of flour he had earned through hard work still couldn't prevent the four people in the farmyard from being accidentally killed by the monks. Even though he later avenged them, it all seemed meaningless.

The skills gained through hard practice will eventually dissipate little by little when you are old.

The powerful sect that they worked hard to build up was still inevitably turned into a vassal of others and a resource base in the eyes of others.

The disciples who were trained with great effort fell one after another after becoming vassals of others.

He began to feel a fourth level of fear.

Nothingness, or...

Self-doubt.

There was always a question popping up in his mind.

My life.

Does it really make sense?