"I remember when I was young, I was also a romantic and elegant prostitute on both sides of the Huai River. Who wouldn't be proud of being able to spend a night with me?"

The monk roared in a heroic voice that destroyed his image, like an old man bragging about his old past to others.

Fortunately, there was no one in the shop except Sun Tuozi's thing, otherwise, I thought there was something wrong with this person's head.

The middle-aged man held the wine pot and looked at him with a wry smile on his face, which was very surprised.

The monk then said, "Although my family is not a scholarly family like you, it is also a martial arts family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. In my generation, I am the only one left in the direct line. Therefore, although I can act willfully, I still have to shoulder the burden of family rejuvenation."

"But I was born to be slow and unwilling to practice martial arts well. I was so angry that my mother whipped me with a whip. In the end, I had to follow. Fortunately, I was extremely talented and achieved great martial arts in less than 20. In my eyes, the heroes in the world were full of native chickens and tiles. My mother was dead, and no one could care about me anymore. At that time, I only felt that the world was so great that I could just let me travel!"

He laughed loudly, but his voice gradually filled with sadness.

Memories also appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

He thought of his youth when he was a young man, and when he was young and romantic, he was very energetic.

The unique skills of flying swords are ranked third in the weapon list. They are unparalleled in the world. They are indulged in the world and are proud in the martial arts world. They think that there is nothing in the world that can stump themselves.

until……

"The word love is the most hurtful. Back then, I was ruthless and had sex with women until I met her.

I remember it was a spring, with bright sunshine, gentle spring breeze and willows. She came to me in white clothes. At that time, my heart couldn't help but feel an unprecedented throbbing..."

The monk sighed and opened his mouth to drink a big mouthful of wine.

"Since then, I have never been to any romantic places, nor have I drank or gambled with any friends, and I have only thought about accompanying her.

She was burdened with a deep hatred for blood, so I naturally wanted to avenge her, but the enemy was too powerful. I was too young at that time, so she could not help her. So she gave me a superb magical skill. The mystery of that martial art was definitely no less than the formless magical skill passed down by my family. Although the only disadvantage was that it was necessary to practice it as a boy, I was already a top-notch master at that time. What I needed was not to practice step by step, but to learn from my strengths and weaknesses..."

The expression on his face suddenly became very sad.

"I studied hard for two years, and finally used that extraordinary martial art to push the family's formless magical power to an unprecedented level. But in those two years, I was completely immersed in the world of martial arts and experienced a landscape that was different from the world, which was so fascinating..."

The monk's face appeared intoxication, and then a little pain surged.

"I have been thinking about why I should live since I was a child. I originally thought it was wealth and fame, but when I met her, I became the only one.

Until those two years, I finally realized that in this world, in addition to worldly wealth and love and hatred, there is also a thing called "Heavenly Way". Compared with the path of pursuing the ultimate life, what are all the things in the world?”

He suddenly laughed, laughing madly.

The middle-aged man sighed, "So you became a monk. You abandoned her and abandoned her past. But why do you regret it now?"

"It's not regret, but enlightenment!" The monk shook his head, "On that day, when hundreds of monks who were together day and night were killed, and when you and Xinhuan decided to sacrifice for the sake of defending the Dao, I suddenly realized."

He raised his head and stared at the sky: "What is the way of heaven? I thought it was Buddha, emptiness, and letting go of everything. But now I understand that it is nothing and everything!"

"What you said is too complicated, Li can't understand." The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because we are already in the Tao, and every move is the way of heaven. You don't need to understand it, just act according to your original heart!"

The monk waved his hand, suddenly picked up the wine jar, drank it wildly, and threw the empty jar to the ground with a long roar, lying down in a drowsy manner.

"It seems that your alcohol tolerance is far less than mine." The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and also drank the wine jar in his arms. He staggered out a portrait of a half carved portrait, stroked it with his left hand, and took out a three-inch and seven-quarter-long knife with his right hand and carefully carved it.

His hands were very stable and very skillful, carefully and carefully. Every line was so soft and graceful, and carefully crafted.

Soon, a gentle woman was carved out. He looked at the wood carving in his hand and gradually lost his mind, as if he was crazy.

"Others say that you are flying swords close to the gods, but in my opinion, your skill in carving this puppet is truly superb..." The monk got up at some point and sighed.

The middle-aged man smiled sadly: "Because I have always been the only one who cared about her in my life."

He raised his haggard face, looked at the small building not far away through the endless darkness, saw the lonely lamp and the figure standing alone there.

He suddenly thought of the poem his father taught him when he was a child, and said in a slight voice: "Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness blooms in the sky. The grass and smoke are still shining, who can say nothing... on the meaning of the railing.

I want to get drunk with the slap in a daze! I sing with wine... I still have a taste of joy. My clothes are getting looser and I end up... I don't regret it... I'm getting haggard for her..."

Inexplicably sad, like a river of spring water pouring into his heart.

...

"Why do you think people will regret it after losing it?" In the dark night, Rui Yu looked at the two people drinking wildly in the small shop in the distance, feeling sad for a moment.

Yan She smiled and said, "That's because if you didn't lose it, you wouldn't have regrets?"

Rui Yu said: "It seems that this is true, but I think you have other insights?"

She turned her voice and stared at the boy in black in front of her, as faint as autumn water.

"For me, nothing in this world has never regretted me, because my goal has never been ahead and I have no time to pay attention to the regrets I used to be." Yan She said calmly. His people merged with the boundless night, seemingly inseparable and profound.

Rui Yu sighed: "It's such a terrible mentality. Perhaps only people like you are the real strong ones."

"I am the strongest in the world." Yan Shesi was stating a fact.

"Most of the people in this world don't know what they should do and why they live, but I understood it ten years ago."

"But people who know why they live often cannot do it, because there are too many shackles in this world that shackles everyone, like you and those two..."

"But I'm different!" Yan She's expression was solemn, "I understand very well what I want to do and how I want to do, so I won't be confused or hesitant, and will only move forward unswervingly towards the goal that I have already set until that goal is achieved!"

"But in this process, you may lose a lot of things, and those may be more valuable than what you get." Rui Yu murmured.

In the dark night, Yan She smiled and said, "So what? Life is the greatest precious thing. Everything else is external things. You can get better, but you can't get it, that's all."

Rui Yu looked at him silently and found that his smile was very bright, without any other.

She suddenly understood something.

For ten years, whether it was killing people or eating and drinking water, she always saw him keeping a smile. This may be the most unique thing about him.

You can smile no matter where you are. How can such a person not be the strongest and most terrifying?
Chapter completed!