A World Worth Protecting

Time passed. Thirty years had passed since Sun De’s story about Luo Yugu’s struggle for immortality ended.

Thirty years was basically half of a mortal’s life. Too many changes could occur, and too many twists and turns could occur. For this small county, although there were groups of children who were born, grew up, married, and had children,.

But there were also batches of people who fell into decline, became frustrated, grew old, and died.

But what didn’t change was the county itself. Whether it was the buildings, the city walls, the yamen courtyard, or... the teahouse from back then.

It was still the same as it had been in the past. Even though it was damaged, overall, there didn’t seem to be much change. The only changes were that there were fewer broken tiles in the houses, fewer bricks on the city walls, and fewer plaques in the yamen courtyard, also... There were fewer storytellers in the teahouse.

However, there were more people and things in the county, more shops, more towers on the city walls, more drums in the yamen courtyard, more waiters in the teahouse, and... a beggar under the East City Bridge.

The beggar had a head full of white hair, his clothes were dirty, and his hands seemed to be covered in dirt. He leaned against the wall behind him, and in front of him was a broken wooden table with a black board on it, the old beggar was looking up into the sky, seemingly in a daze. His eyes were cloudy, and he looked as if he were going to go blind. His entire body was dirty, but his wrinkled face... was very clean. Very clean.

It was as if this was the only decent thing he had.

However, his clean face did not fit in with the other beggars in the area, nor did it fit in with the bustling crowds.

He did not seem to care. After a long moment passed, when the sky was filled with dark clouds, the old beggar let out a gurgling sound. It sounded like he was laughing, but it also sounded like he was crying. He lowered his head and picked up the black board on the table, he placed it on the table, and the clear sound it had made all those years ago rang out.

“The last time I spoke, before the vast expanse dao domain was destroyed, there were 90,000,000 aeons. Outside of the mysterious yellow of heaven and earth, in the depths of the distant, unfamiliar starry sky, two almighty figures who had existed since the beginning of time were fighting each other for the immortal seat

“That almighty Luo lifted his right hand, grabbed the Heavenly Dao, and was about to crush it..

“But gu was even better. He turned around and reversed time...”The old beggar’s Voice Rose and fell, and he shook his head as if he were immersed in a story. It was as if what he saw in his dim eyes was not just a passing glance, it was a crowd that no one cared about. Instead, it was the intoxicated gazes from the teahouse that year.

Even though his words caused the other beggars to be displeased, he still used the black wooden board in his hand to knock on the table. Shaking his head, he continued to tell the story.

“Old Man, you’ve told this story for thirty years. Can you change it to another one?”

“Surnamed Sun, quickly shut up. You’ve disturbed my beautiful dream. Are you asking for a beating again?”The displeased voice became more and more intense. Finally, a fierce-looking middle-aged beggar beside him stepped forward and grabbed the old beggar’s clothes, he glared at him fiercely.

“Old Man Sun, do you still think you’re the Mr. Sun from back then? I’m warning you. If you disturb my beautiful dream again, you’ll... move out of this place!”

Although the old beggar’s eyes were dim, he still glared at the middle-aged beggar who was grabbing his collar.

“How dare you! I’m Mr. Sun. I’m a high scholar. My name is known throughout the world. I...”

“You Lunatic!”The middle-aged beggar raised his right hand and was about to slap him when a low voice came from afar.

“Stop!”

As the voice came, an old man carrying a five or six-year-old child slowly walked over from the side of the overpass.

Seeing the old man arrive, the middle-aged beggar hurriedly released his hand. The ferocity on his face turned into flattery and flattery as he hurriedly spoke.

“So it’s you, Zhou. This humble one sends my regards to you.”

“You may leave.”Zhou frowned. He took out some copper coins from his bosom and threw them over. The middle-aged beggar hurriedly picked them up. His smile became even more flattering as he hurriedly retreated.

Ignoring the other party, Zhou’s eyes were filled with emotion and complicated emotions. He looked at the old beggar who had tidied up his clothes and was still sitting there. He raised his hand and knocked the black board back onto the table.

“Mr. Sun, if you have time, please tell me a bit. I want to listen to Luo Bu’s 90 million immeasurable tribulations and the final battle with Gu again,”Zhou said softly.

The old beggar rolled his eyes and glanced at Zhou. He sized him up and smiled faintly.

“So it’s the waiter. is everyone here?”

Zhou laughed when he heard that. He seemed to be immersed in his memories. After a while, he spoke.

“Mr. Sun, everyone is here. We are just waiting for you.”As he spoke, he put down the curious child in his arms, stepped forward, and wiped the table with his sleeve.

The old beggar immediately smiled proudly. He picked up the black wooden board and knocked it on the table, making a “PA”sound.

“The last time, I said...”The old beggar’s voice echoed in the bustling crowd. It seemed to bring him back to the past. Opposite him, Steward Zhou seemed to do the same. The two of them spoke and listened, it was not until dusk when the old beggar fell asleep that Minister Zhou took a deep breath and looked at the gloomy sky. He took off his coat and covered the old beggar’s body. Then, he bowed deeply and left some money behind, he left with Little Tong.

From Afar, Little Tong’s curious voice could be heard.

“Grandpa, who is that Old Beggar?”

“He is Mr. Sun. When Grandpa was a waiter in the Teahouse, he idolized him the most.”

“But why is he here? Isn’t he going home?”

“Mr. Sun’s dream is to travel thousands of mountains and rivers and see the lives of the common people. Perhaps he’s tired, so he’s resting here.”The old man’s voice mixed with the clear voice of the child as he walked further and further away.

He couldn’t see that the old beggar, who seemed to be sleeping, was trembling. His eyes were closed, and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down his face. As the tears fell, muffled thunder came from the gloomy sky, drops of cold rain fell onto the mortal world.

The cold rain caused the old beggar to slowly open his dark eyes. He picked up the black wooden board on the table and gently stroked it. It was the only thing that had accompanied him from the beginning to the end.

Touching the black wooden board, the old beggar looked up into the sky. He thought of the rain at the end of the story.

The rain thirty years ago was cold and without warmth. It was like fate. After Gu Yuluo’s story was told, he had no more dreams. The story he had created was about demons, demons, eternity, and Demigods and demigods, because it wasn’t exciting enough, everyone looked forward to it from the beginning until they were filled with impatience. In the end, no one paid attention to it.

He tried many versions and failed without exception. The failure of storytelling made him even more humble at home. The dissatisfaction of his father-in-law and the contempt and disgust of his wife made him bitter, he could only place his hopes on the imperial examination.

But... he still failed.

The repeated blows had made sun de reach a dead end. In desperation, he could only tell the story of the ancient immortals again. This allowed him to return to his original life in a short period of time. But as the days passed, seven years later.., what a wonderful story. It could not be defeated by repetition. Gradually, when everyone had heard of it, and when more people imitated it in other places, Sun De’s path was cut off.

He had no source of income and gradually lost his fame and dignity. At this time, his wife, after countless times of disgust, got along with others in front of him. When he was angry.., she directly ended the marriage with him. With the support of her former father-in-law, she remarried someone else.

Sun De also suffered from the pain of being cheated. He was beaten up, his legs were broken, and he was thrown out of the house. On that day, it was also raining, and it was as cold as ice.

He lost his family, his career, his dignity, everything, and his legs. Lying in the rain and wailing, he finally could not bear such a blow. He had gone mad.

In other words, he had to go mad. Because of how famous he was when he was at his peak, now that he had nothing, his loss was huge. The difference was not something an ordinary person could bear.

He had gone mad. He relied on the charity of the people who listened to books and occasionally reminisced. Gradually, he became a beggar, a beggar who lived in his own world and still talked about books.

Many times, he thought that he was going to die, but it seemed that he was unwilling. He struggled to live on, even if... the only thing that accompanied him was the black board.

At that moment, Sun De gently stroked the black board. He looked at the rain. He felt that today was colder than usual. It was as if he was the only one left in the world. Everything in his eyes became blurry and indistinct, he seemed to have heard many voices and saw many figures.

“Mr. Sun, let’s have some.”

“Yes, Mr. Sun. We are all itching to hear it. Please don’t keep us in suspense.”

“Mr. Sun, our Mr. Sun. You made us wait so long, but it was worth it!”

Listening to the voices around him and looking at the enthusiastic figures, sun de smiled. However, his smile was slowly turning into eternity as his body cooled down.

However, at this moment... he suddenly saw two figures in the crowd. They were particularly clear. It was a white-haired middle-aged man. There seemed to be sadness in his eyes. Beside him was a little girl wearing red clothes, although the child was wearing happy clothes, his face was pale. His figure was somewhat illusory, as if he would disappear at any moment.

The two of them sat there, staring at him.

“Senior, please save my daughter. I am willing to pay any price for this!”When Sun de looked over, the white-haired middle-aged man stood up and bowed deeply to sun de.