eurekapd Chapter 574: Long Peace
Chapter 574: Long Peace
When Meng Jiu'an was born, the crimson sunset illuminated half of the remaining sky. His mother was very happy to see this, so she touched his head and named him Jiu'an, which means longevity, peace and joy.
But his life did not turn out as his mother had hoped.
When she was three years old, her mother accidentally learned that her father had taken a mistress. During her breakthrough, she was so angry that she died under the lightning tribulation, leaving no trace of her body.
He was forcibly taken away by his maternal grandfather's family and rigorously disciplined and trained to become a tool for revenge against his mother.
His maternal grandfather did not like him. He always said that the red glow of the sun would dissipate easily and that he was a jinx that would devour his own mother.
His older cousins didn't like playing with him either. His mother was a very, very good person, and they felt that his father had killed his mother, and since he was his father's flesh and blood, he couldn't be any good either.
Although my father would send someone to greet my maternal grandfather during holidays and inquire about his well-being, he never visited him in person. In my father's heart, my mother was a woman who tarnished his reputation, and he was nothing more than a dispensable burden; he didn't need another child like him.
It seems that the road of life begins to end when you are three years old.
Every day was filled with rigorous training, and the constant whipping and cursing made him silent and gloomy, only able to kneel on the ground and quietly receive his punishments again and again.
He became a living dead who could breathe.
Later, during those oppressive years, he learned many delicious dishes and pastries from the only cook in the household who was willing to talk to him. Whenever he felt he was about to collapse, he would sneak into the kitchen and cook something delicious for himself.
His greatest love is the moment when a delicious dish comes out of the pot. He feels genuinely proud, as if his fragile and pale life has finally been given something perfect to hold in his hands, adding color to his dull existence.
However, due to his carelessness, the steward of the manor discovered that the cook had taught him how to cook. The next day, his maternal grandfather summoned him to the martial arts field and made him kneel under the blazing sun. He witnessed the guards of the manor taking the cook to a high platform that he could see clearly, and binding her tightly to a pillar. In the distance, a row of archers drew their bows and aimed at the high platform.
That was the first time he felt so helpless, so desperate to be strong enough to stop their atrocities and save the only person who was even a little bit kind to him.
He kowtowed desperately, his eyes bloodshot, wanting to resist. He cried and said he would never dare to do it again. From now on, whatever his grandfather asked him to do, he would never do anything else.
Yet, beneath the crimson sunset, the cook's blood still stained the pristine white jade pillars on the high platform.
From now on, every dark nightmare will be tinged with this blood-stained crimson glow.
He is a weakling.
He is the most useless person ever.
He could not defy the supreme head of the Meng family, his father, nor could he defy the high and mighty master of the Pear Blossom Palace, his maternal grandfather.
He often wondered if his birth was truly a disaster, a mistake that should never have happened.
He had given up on himself for a long time, and his maternal grandfather ordered someone to throw him into a small dark room, where he was locked up for three years.
When he came out again, he didn't say a word.
He's become well-behaved.
Very well-behaved, very well-behaved.
His maternal grandfather told him to cultivate recklessly, so he cultivated recklessly. His maternal grandfather told him to secretly oppose his father, so he secretly opposed his father. His maternal grandfather told him to enter the secret realm alone to seize the secret treasure, so he entered the secret realm to seize the secret treasure.
He genuinely believed he would die in that secret realm.
He himself didn't want to live anymore.
However, just as he lay down to await his death after his arm was broken, someone suddenly slapped his wound. He was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't help but jump up from the ground.
"Hey, what are you doing!" he exclaimed angrily.
Can't even a person die in peace? Is he really that heinous?
"Hey, can you get me some food? I'm starving!"
The other party made this "pleading" with a perfectly justified attitude.
This was the first time in his life that he had ever seen the meaning of the phrase "shameless".
"Why should I get you food? Who do you think you are!" he said rudely, preparing to leave this godforsaken place immediately and find another place to rest.
Unexpectedly, the man wouldn't let it go, following him around like a shadow. He was disheveled and grinning foolishly, completely oblivious to his rejection: "Don't go, don't go! I'm starving! Look outside, if I hadn't killed all those sword spirit tigers, you would have been their meal!"
He was initially stunned, not expecting that this person could kill so many sword spirit tigers all by himself, while he had just been driven into a desperate situation by them!
Then he got angry and frustrated. Did he need her meddling in his business?!
But by some strange twist of fate, he actually used the ingredients he had on hand to cook her a sumptuous meal, except that he added an extremely bitter substance to every dish.
His intention was to see her embarrass herself, but she ate with gusto and relish, leaving him completely stunned.
"Mmm, delicious! You're really talented. You can make something so awful taste so good. If those old guys from Taotie Peak saw this, they'd be so ashamed they'd commit suicide three thousand times over, jumping up and down cursing you, hahaha!"
She wiped her mouth, stood up, casually brushed the golden bell behind her ear, and looked down at him with bright light in her misty eyes: "Boy, how about coming to my sect and becoming my junior brother? I'll send you to those old men, and they'll definitely treasure you!"
He was disdainful.
"Who are you? Why should I be your junior brother?"
The man chuckled and parted his thin lips slightly: "Tianqian Sect, Sword Peak, Jiang Liqian."
The sunset that day was the most magnificent, splendid, and unforgettable scenery he had ever seen in his life.
It is also his most precious treasure.
"Hey, I'm a jinx, I bring bad luck to my family and friends, and I'm a useless cook. You really want me?"
"Hey, that's exactly the kind of nemesis we're looking for! The Heavenly Dry Sect specializes in recruiting people with strong fates to uphold justice on behalf of Heaven!"
Many, many years later, when he stood under the broken glow of the sunset, recalling the outline of her eyebrows and eyes, he could still remember this moment, and the slight upward curve of the corners of her eyes when she said she wanted him.
Including the wind at this moment, including the hem of his clothes brushing against his fingertips at this moment.
And when he committed suicide by sword, he knelt down and made his last request to the heavens—he prayed that in countless reincarnations, he would be fortunate enough to meet his senior sister again and say to her in person, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister..."
I am truly a jinx to my family and friends.
I really should die in the afterglow of that ember.
Jiu'an, may you enjoy lasting peace.
This name is not good.
not good at all.