It is not life that determines what kind of taste, but taste that determines what kind of life. Asking but not being able to, giving up but not being able to, and getting without hesitation, this is the greatest sorrow of man.

Monyan remembered everything the drunken maniac had said to him.

Only by constantly thinking can people make progress, and if they don't use their brains in everything, they can only go to the unknown destruction.

Therefore, Meng Yang felt that he should organize and think about some unusual things that had happened to him in recent days.

As if he was born with it, those complicated and rich information always appeared in Meng Yang's mind suddenly, which caught him off guard, surprised and delighted!

Such a strange thing has never happened before, why is it so frequent in recent days?

Maybe this is not a bad thing, they all say that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and Meng Yang comforted himself like this.

Indeed, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the medicinal herb information and the Dan Fang of the Zhuyan Dan, it would be impossible for him to remind Shopkeeper Liu to add a silver moon grass to the Dan Furnace at the most critical time, without the Zhuyan Dan and the great help of Shopkeeper Liu, it would have been impossible to realize his wish to enter the Immortal Gate.

After resting for a moment, Meng Yang took off his gorgeous coat that he had worn for the first time in sixteen years, still changed into a shabby short shirt, carried a flying tong, and came to the back of the mountain temple.

This is an open courtyard dam with a square circle, and Mengyang's wood-splitting style was practiced here.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard dam, Meng Yang closed his eyes and silently breathed for a while, and then began to make a knife!

In fact, the so-called chopping wood style is that Meng Yang is holding the flying tongs and chopping with all his might!

Every knife slashed into the air, and there was a "whirring" airflow tearing sound, every knife, Meng Yang seemed to do his best without reservation, every knife with an indomitable fierceness, just like there is nothing between heaven and earth that this flying tong does not dare to cut down!

Meng Yang himself didn't know that his so-called wood-splitting style had already cultivated a domineering and fierce spirit that was different from ordinary people!

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yang has already made hundreds of knives, the excited Meng Yang did not feel tired or weak at all, he had a mysterious feeling, it seems that the tongs in his hand today are like a child who has been bored for a long time and suddenly gets the candy he has been longing for so happy and so excited, every knife he has today feels natural and round, this is a feeling that he has never seen in the past when he practiced knives!

Could it be that my knife skills have improved!

Without the slightest pause, Meng Yang swung his tongs again.

The setting sun at dusk casts some dim halos indiscriminately, and the entire Fallen Soul Mountain Range looks extremely magnificent and charming. However, only those who have personally penetrated the Fallen Soul Mountain Range know how many unknown powerful dangers lie behind the magnificent scenery.

Under the sunset. A young man kept waving the firewood knife in his hand in the twilight, and a heart of unremitting self-improvement breathed evenly between heaven and earth.

Eight thousand dollars!

A full 8,000 dollars!

This is so far, Meng Yang feels the most comfortable knife practice, the most smooth one, and the most one-stop one!

The great soreness coming from his arms made him finally stop, he always stopped before his body reached the limit of what it could bear, and he was happy with today's practice.

Every time Meng Yang practiced his sword to the limit of what his body could bear, he would always force himself to stop, a habit he had maintained for many years, and it was also a phrase from a drunken maniac.

Haste makes waste.

Before tempering one's body to the extreme, excessive practice will only cause irreparable damage to the body.

In the corner of the courtyard dam was a large wooden barrel half a person high, which was a bathtub made by Meng Yang himself.

Pinning the tongs to his waist, Monyan began to light a fire and boil water.

Since he was five years old to earn his own living, the tongs have been inseparable from him, and even when he sleeps, he must be by his side, otherwise he will feel that something is missing, just as this tongs have become a part of his life over the years, indispensable.

In addition to the tongs, over the years, there are only two people Meng Yang wants to be grateful to, one is the shopkeeper Liu, and the other is the drunkard who taught him to read.

Shopkeeper Liu tried his best to take care of Meng Yang when he was selling all kinds of herb materials to Meng Yang, especially before Meng Yang was twelve years old, when the wood-splitting style was not as skilled as it is now, plus he was too young and his strength was insufficient, and many times he appeared in front of Shopkeeper Liu with scars all over his body, which once made Shopkeeper Liu very distressed.

It stands to reason that a cultivator like him should have abandoned his seven emotions and six desires, but he always had an inexplicable sense of closeness to Meng Yang, and he always felt that there was something inexplicable in this kid that attracted him.

If it weren't for the eccentric care of Shopkeeper Liu, Mengyang's life before the age of twelve would definitely be extremely miserable.

A drunkard is not a madman, just a bad old man who loves to drink. Until now, Meng Yang did not know what the drunkard's surname was, and he asked the drunkard many times but refused to say, nor did he tell Meng Yang where he came from, whether he still had relatives, etc.

But anyone who knows the drunken maniac knows that he's not a native of Inktown.

It was only when the drunken maniac was sober that Meng Yang clearly saw a strange light flashing in his cloudy eyes, staring at the far north for a long time.

Whenever this happens, Monyan always stays quietly and never disturbs.

The drunkard has something on his mind, and when he was out of his mind, Meng Yang especially felt that he was still very serious, and Meng Yang always felt that the drunkard at this time seemed particularly desolate, helpless and sad, but he didn't dare to ask.

Because he tried many times, no matter how Meng Yang knocked on the side, the drunken maniac never mentioned his own affairs, Meng Yang always felt that this bad old man who was only in his fifties but looked like seventy or eighty years old was by no means as simple as he appeared, how could a madman know so many truths, how could he have such a rich and profound knowledge in his stomach?

The drunken maniac taught Meng Yang to read and write, and taught Meng Yang various principles of survival, which is also an important reason why Meng Yang, a young man who knows worldly martial arts, can roam the dangerous Fallen Soul Mountain Range to this day.

Drunken maniacs don't make big senses, and sometimes his words are simply bullshit at first glance, but Meng Yang never thinks so.

Although those truths were quite straightforward and even vulgar, Meng Yang found them extremely practical, and it was those ways of survival that allowed him to survive all these years of wandering alone in the Fallen Soul Mountain Range, and still be able to protect himself.

Who is a drunken maniac? Meng Yang has repeatedly tortured himself in his heart countless times, but he has not been able to get an answer.

Although he is weak, addicted to alcohol, and crazy, there is no doubt that in Meng Yang's mind, this drunkard is a knowledgeable cow man, and he has always had infinite reverence, respect, and admiration for the drunken maniac.

There are three people in his life who occupy the most important position: the old man who adopted him, the shopkeeper Liu, and the drunkard maniac.

He has always had a sense of apology for the old man whose impression has been blurred now, even if he doesn't enter the fairy gate, he now has the ability to make his life with the old man better, but unfortunately, the old man is gone, and he can't repay the favor if he wants to.

The son wants to raise but does not wait, and the saddest thing in the world is nothing more than this.

Therefore, Meng Yang secretly made a determination in his heart that he must repay Shopkeeper Liu and the drunkard for the rest of his life.

After a lot of effort, a large iron pot of water boiled, quickly put the water into the big wooden barrel, and then added cold water to adjust the water temperature, Meng Yang took off a body of clothes that had long been soaked in sweat, revealing dozens of large and small scars, and jumped into the wooden barrel.

Before jumping in, he shoved a beige pill into his mouth.

It is a "marrow cleansing pill" worth seventy spirit stones, which is said to be able to dredge and sort out the meridians of the human body, enhance and improve people's physique, and simply put, it can strengthen the muscles and strengthen the body!

Meng Yang only knew that the Silver Moon Grass could refine the precious marrow cleansing pill that the children of the clan had been using since childhood, but where could he afford it, who had always been shy in his pocket?

Shopkeeper Liu, who was half-drunk, gave Meng Yang a large bottle of myelin cleansing pill in one go, with twenty-five grains!

This is a marrow cleansing pill worth thousands of spirit stones, and with Meng Yang's personality, he is willing to accept a gift of such value plainly, not to mention that he already deeply owes Shopkeeper Liu a great favor, but Shopkeeper Liu blocked his shirk with a word.

"With your kind of physique, with your qualifications, even if you are escorted into any immortal gate, there is no possibility of getting ahead, the old man is in front of the woman of the Liu family, if you enter the immortal gate, you will be dismissed, and it is not your own face that you will lose. These myelin cleansing pills can comb your body to perfection, can maximize your potential, you start today, take one pill a day, ・・・・・・ I can help you is limited to this, how much you can create, it depends on the will of God!"

When he said this, Shopkeeper Liu looked at Meng Yang's eyes full of love, and this look still appeared in front of Meng Yang's eyes long after.

The elixir melted in his mouth, turning into a sweet liquid with a delicate fragrance that directly penetrated every corner of Meng Yang's body like a spring breeze.

Before all the medicinal power was released, Meng Yang carefully followed the instructions of the shopkeeper Liu and soaked his whole body, including his head, in the boiling water――――――――――――――――――

A miraculous change quietly appeared in Meng Yang's body, until the bucket full of water was dyed black by the black and smelly juice soaked out of his body, until the magical changes in his body completely subsided, Meng Yang came out of the barrel naked.

The first time he used the Cleansing Pill, Meng Yang only felt refreshed, exhausted, and full of strength again!

The time has imperceptibly reached nightfall, and a crescent moon spills ten thousand points of silver light, filling the surroundings.

Looking at his skin that suddenly became crystal like jade, and feeling the explosive power of the meridians all over his body, he almost shouted, this feeling of power was his favorite!

Strength, and only power, is the most trustworthy thing in this world!

This is a phrase from a drunken maniac.

Changing into the new clothes again, still hanging the tongs around his waist, Meng Yang hid the spirit stone and the token given by the shopkeeper Liu, leaving only a few dozen pieces on his body, and he decided to go and see the drunken maniac.

He didn't notice that after taking the myelin cleansing pill once, he now felt like a freshly peeled fresh bamboo shoot, and the whole person was refreshed, as if he had been reborn.

By the dusk moonlight, holding a large piece of the best blue wolf meat, the night breeze was blowing slowly, and Meng Yang had a wonderful feeling of wanting to fly away with the wind.

Is this what people often say about people who are in good spirits when they are happy?

With brisk steps, he strode towards the east of the town.

Of course, he didn't forget to buy the old man who loved wine as much as his life a pot of the best "step by step wine" in Ink Town, which was worth three spirit stones.

According to legend, one of the most mysterious hermit masters on the Tianxuan Continent was called the wine fairy by the world to brew this kind of wine, it is said that the wine fairy surname is Bu, and this wine even if the person with a good alcohol nature can not walk a few steps after drinking a few glasses, so this wine is called "step by step wine" by the world!

Meng Yang had heard countless legends about the wine fairy, and each time he listened to it with great pleasure and fascination, and in his mind, the wine fairy was the real fairy!

It's time for the old man who is infested with wine bugs to drink a pot of good wine! When he enters the fairy gate one day, even if he wants to buy him wine to drink, I'm afraid he won't be able to. Meng Yang thought to himself.

The City God Temple where the drunken maniac lives is very small, it is an abandoned City God Temple, and even the dilapidated statues do not know which year and month they were thrown where, and several collapsed earth and stone walls still took Meng Yang several days to block them with reed rods and horsetail grass, but it is warmer in winter and cooler in summer than Meng Yang's own mountain temple.

This temple is about three or four miles away from the mountain temple where Meng Yang lives.

The night breeze blows gently, the air is intoxicatingly fresh, and the steps of Meng Yang, who is in a good mood, are as light as stepping on the clouds.

PS: All kinds of grievances and begging!