I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 157 Dreamland
In the dream, he turned into a Shura tribe.

Born with the blood of the royal family, superior to countless others of the same family, it is indescribably precious.

The entire Shura clan regarded him as a treasure, and countless strong men became his masters, preaching and teaching, and carefully guiding.

Since he formally entered Taoism at the age of ten, in just ten years, he stepped into the realm of the third rank, causing a sensation in the entire Shura world!

That year, he had just turned 20 years old.

"I've confirmed my seat on the throne of Emperor Shura!" In the same year, he said these words confidently.

No one doubted his self-confidence. The entire Shura world believed that the position of Emperor Shura must belong to him, just because he was recognized as the number one genius in the Shura world.

He is the future emperor!
But within three days of saying this, he encountered the biggest setback in his life.

It was a fellow clan younger than him, but with only a fourth-rank cultivation base, he challenged him in front of countless masters.

Fourth grade and third grade, the difference between heaven and earth.

He originally thought that this fellow clan was joking and planned to deal with it casually, but what he didn't expect was that he was defeated after only ten moves.

The third rank lost to the fourth rank, and he is still the number one genius in the Shura world.

Such a result has surprised countless people.

Unwilling, he decided to fight again.

As a result, in the second battle, he was defeated by five strokes from his family.

The third battle was even worse, he only passed three moves in the hands of the opponent.

The proud son of heaven, the pride of the royal blood, was completely shattered at that moment...

The so-called No. [-] genius in the Shura world now looks like a joke, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

Before leaving, the fellow from the same race just looked at him and said a word: "Without cultivation, without the heart of Shura, you don't deserve to have the blood of the royal family!"

After that battle, the former Shura clan disappeared mysteriously on the first day.

No one knows where he went, and the mysterious fellow who defeated him also disappeared.

The battle between the two became a legend, which spread rapidly throughout the Shura world.

He became a complete joke, and that fellow was hailed as the strongest genius in the Shura world since ancient times, and was worshiped and admired by countless people.

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"Kids, do you know what the heart of Shura is?"

At the intersection, a dirty and stinky beggar stopped several playful Shura children. His eyes were cloudy, his lips were chapped, and he asked.

Several children were frightened and cried by the sudden appearance of a crazy beggar.

The parents rushed over after hearing the news, and while coaxing the children, they beat and scolded the beggars away.

"Sura's Heart... What exactly is Shura's Heart..." The mad beggar danced, cried and laughed, causing countless people to frown and keep away from him, holding their noses.

When he was in the city, he would ask everyone what exactly is the heart of Shura.

He suffered countless beatings, ridiculed, stared at and abused countless times.

Walked through the streets, walked through the alleys, walked out of the city, walked into the wilderness, and stepped into the mountains.

"Boom, bang, bang."

In the deep mountains, a Shura man dressed as a woodcutter, holding an ax in his hand, was diligently cutting wood.

"Do you know what the heart of Shura is?" Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The woodcutter looked back and found that it was a beggar who was smelling badly.

"Asura's heart?"

The woodcutter put down the ax in his hand and looked at him amusedly: "You are a beggar, why do you ask this?"

The crazy beggar didn't answer him, but murmured to himself like a dream: "Sura's heart, what exactly is Shura's heart..."

"Although I don't know what Shura's heart is, I know that there must be someone who knows." Seeing his pity, the woodcutter thought for a while and suddenly said.

The crazy beggar raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on him.

"See? That mountain road."

The woodcutter pointed to a rough and rough path ahead of him, and said, "At the end of the road, there is a big mountain. If you can climb up it with your bare hands without relying on external forces, you will be able to see that person."

After finishing speaking, the woodcutter bent down to pick up pieces of dry firewood on the ground, bundled them into piles, carried them on his shoulders, and strode away.

The crazy beggar stared blankly at the woodcutter's back, and there was some light in his cloudy eyes.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the mountain road.

This road seemed endless, and the mad beggar didn't know how long he had walked.

All he knew was that there were many, many blood blisters on his feet, dripping with blood, good and bad, bad and good, endless...

Drink dew when thirsty, and gnaw wild fruits, weeds, and even bark when hungry.

Finally, one day, he stood at the foot of a big mountain.

Looking up, the mountain is as straight as a pillar, reaching into the sky.

Looking down, there is a bottomless abyss below, once you fall, there will be no bones left.

"Climb up with bare hands..." the crazy beggar murmured hoarsely.

There was determination in his eyes.

This mountain is like a pillar of the sky, the only place that can be climbed is a few vines hanging on the cliff.

Finding the thickest looking vine, the crazy beggar started to climb up slowly using both hands and feet.

His speed is very slow, like a snail.

Hanging on the vines for three days and three nights, the mountain still looked extremely high, and the top of the mountain was even more out of reach.

Time flies, three months have passed...

During this period of time, he experienced countless hardships, the wind, the sun, the rain, fighting with various poisonous snakes and raptors, several times, he almost fell into the abyss, but he persisted.

His hair and beard have grown a lot longer, and his skin is dry and old, like some old people who are dying.

The only thing that comforts him is that he has climbed into the clouds...

Although there is still an unknown distance from the top of the mountain, for him, this is a huge achievement.

"Climb up, climb up..." He rested for a while, and continued to climb up.

The vines in his hand supported his body, and the words "climb up" supported his belief.

time flies.

One month, two months... ten months... one year.

The outside world gradually forgot about the former number one genius of the Shura clan.

Even the Shura royal family no longer paid attention to the life and death of the former Tianjiao.

"The top of the mountain... I saw... the top of the mountain!" On this day, the crazy beggar cried out in surprise.

He saw the top of the mountain, that pointed mountain top, only a hundred feet away from him!

"Hey!"

Perhaps because he was too excited, he loosened his grip on the vine, and his body suddenly fell straight down.

The crazy beggar was so frightened that he was so frightened that he stretched out his hand quickly and grabbed the vine tightly at the very moment. Only then did he stop the falling trend and narrowly escaped his life.

Looking down at the bottomless abyss below, a feeling of survival after a catastrophe reverberated in my heart.

However, when he looked up again, he couldn't help feeling depressed again.

Not only did the distance between myself and the top of the mountain not get closer, but the fall just now made me farther away a lot.

Don't look at the fact that he only fell a few feet just now, this is only a few feet, he needs to grit his teeth and try his best, and it takes an entire hour to climb back.

The crazy beggar took a deep breath, grabbed the vines with callused hands, and continued to climb up without saying a word.

After a few days, he finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a small platform, and in front of him, a figure with white beard and hair was meditating.

The crazy beggar carefully looked at the figure in front of him, without much hesitation, he knelt down with a plop, "Sura... Asura's heart..."

His words were stammering, and his voice was even hoarse.

The figure opened its eyes and looked up at him.

"You came to ask for Shura's heart?" An old voice sounded.

The crazy beggar knelt down on the ground and said, "Yes...please teach me, senior."

"Asura's heart, you already have it, why bother to beg me, go back." The old man said lightly.

I already have it?
(End of this chapter)