He swallowed the prepared stones in big mouthfuls, and Yu Yang stepped into the water tank, flooded his neck, and closed his eyes slightly.

Already entered the 'Glutty Cauldron'.

Without any pause, he lifted the broken knife and started slashing. Not long after, the progress bar on the tripod wall jumped again.

The refining of the broken knife has reached perfection.

Buzz ~

Like a bronze bell in a temple is ringing heavily.

Yang Yu was shocked, and there seemed to be many lights and shadows flashing in front of him, and the picture was like a revolving lantern flowing through his mind.

“That’s…”

In a trance, Yang Yu seemed to have a dream.

A truly sober, yet intermittent and chaotic dream.

In the dream, he saw a taciturn boy who inherited his father's business and became a prison guard.

He has no hobbies, he just likes to dance with swords and guns, but unfortunately his family is poor, so no one can teach him martial arts.

After several turns, I only learned a few superficial skills.

But he practiced day and night, and over time, he actually developed some achievements.

Relying on this sword technique, he became a prisoner and married a widow in the alley.

I live my life diligently, but I am poor but safe, but sometimes I can’t help but regret that I don’t have children.

But it was just a pity until that day.

He saw a beggar outside the city. The beggar looked thirteen or fourteen years old and was thin and small. He wanted to enter the city, but was beaten out by the sect.

A hint of compassion arose in his heart, and somehow he took him away.

He took him into the city, washed him up and changed him, watched him have a meal, and even asked the captain of the king to take him into the yamen as a yamen runner.

It's good to have a son.

He thought to himself that after escorting the prisoner, he quit the errand and made some good errand for the child...

Let him study, let him practice martial arts, let him marry and have children, let him...

Everything is good,

Just don't be like yourself...

The moment he fell off the cliff, he felt sad and reluctant to leave.

...

The chaotic memory flows like a lantern, but it is a life of a person.

Finally, the picture is frozen.

It was a dark cave, with only a faint light flashing. In front of the fire, an old man with disheveled hair was squatting next to a dead bone.

Holding a yellowed booklet, studying, muttering, and gestured.

"That's the old man?"

Yang Yu was shocked and wanted to take a closer look, but the picture in front of him suddenly shattered.

At the same time, the progress bar of the "Broken Sword" on the tripod wall also disappeared at the same time.

Yang Yu was a little confused and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"The old man fell off the cliff and did not die. It seems that he had an adventure?"
Chapter completed!