It has been almost ten days since the old man committed suicide, and Meng Xiang seems to have not yet been relieved from his sadness. At least those who are familiar with him think so: If he wants to do it, how could he still lock himself in the room?

In fact, Meng Xiang had already figured out that meaningless sadness has no effect, the key is what to do. He had made up his mind from the moment he was reborn in an unexpected way: He must not live as cowardly as he had in his previous life, and must move forward bravely. Even if the future is difficult and thorny, and even step on the bones of countless people, he will never stop. The feeling of being stepped on by others and being unable to help himself is really uncomfortable. He has tasted it once, and he is unwilling to taste it again even if he dies.

During the period when Meng Xiang locked himself in the house, he had already given himself a task that seemed impossible to accomplish: he wanted to resurrect the old man and repay his kindness for raising him.

At the same time, in order to remind himself and to avoid detours, he did another thing during this period, carefully customized a booklet with animal skins, which recorded what he had said, and he named it "Quotes of the Old Man".

Although the old man was very nice to him, he did not spoil him. He was nothing he was and never lie to him. In the old man's opinion, he was not very smart. He could only be considered a medium-sized level among everyone, and countless people surpassed him in intelligence. Combined with his experience before rebirth, he had to admire the old man's understanding of him, and he really knew him too much.

Of course, the most important role of "The Quotes of the Old Man" is to encourage and remind him not to forget the promises he made and the mission he wants to accomplish, and not to stop moving forward just because of difficulties and obstacles.

On the twelfth day after the old man died, Meng Xiang was about to leave the room, and he had a reason to have to leave. If he still stayed in the house and couldn't come out, the regret that had been lingering in his heart in his previous life would not be compensated.

Just as I recalled what the old man said was more wise and could give him guidance in his behavior, a memory suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

However, before walking out of the house, he came to his bedroom, bent down and pulled out a tin box from under the bed. There were very few things inside, only two of them, all of which were relics left to him by the old man.

It was also a box about two inches tall, with an equilateral octagonal shape, but it had no seams, let alone opened. It looked about one foot square, dark, heavy, and slightly cool. When the old man was not dead, he kept using it as a pillow in summer.

The other one is a long sword, which is much narrower than an ordinary sword, and the widest place is only about three fingers. The curve of the sword is much smaller than that of an ordinary sword. The back of the sword is almost straight, while the back of the sword is thicker, which is similar to the diameter of a chopstick. However, it does not give people a sudden feeling. Instead, because of its unique shape, it faintly reveals a bit of fierce and solemn spirit.

But after carefully looking at the situation of the knife, it no longer attracts attention. The blade is dull and dull, and there are even a lot of yellowish-brown rust. The most critical part of a knife - the blade - is even more disappointing. Not to mention that it is blowing hair and breaking hair, even if it is placed on the palm, as long as it is not pulled hard, it will not break the skin. It can be said that it is even more blunt than a knife without a sharp edge.

Perhaps the only thing that attracts attention to this inconspicuous knife is its weight, which is more than 30 kilograms, which is much heavier than ordinary knifes, and is even more inconsistent with its size.

Meng Xiang took the knife out of the iron box with the already worn scabbard. Looking at it, his eyes shining with a strange light. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be very inconspicuous, but he knew very well how extraordinary it was.

First of all, it is its tenacity. He once brought it to another world in his previous life. Although it is impossible to see a real magic weapon due to his status, the so-called swords and swords he can come into contact with cannot cause any damage to it.

What's even more amazing is that he once polished it to make it a little sharper. It took him almost a month, and he spent no less than five hours on the whetstone every day, but the final result was that the blade had not changed at all, and even the yellowish-brown spots he suspected were rust spots did not get rid of.

If this cannot highlight its magic, then the special features shown in the battle with the immortal cultivator in the previous life, that is, to avenge Xue Zhu, are enough to surprise anyone.

When his last attack, if it hadn't been powerful enough, even if he burned his soul and squeezed out the last trace of potential in his body, it would be impossible to kill the enemy and take revenge. After all, the gap in strength between them is too big, not to mention that the enemy has a piece of armor to protect him.

Although he didn't know what kind of treasure that armor was, he saw the moment it was hit by the long sword that made the wind and clouds change color and the shrill scream after being broken. No matter how shallow his knowledge was, he understood that the armor worn by the enemy was not simple.

Meng Xiangdi had a little doubt in his heart, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. After he controlled the long sword to kill the enemy, he seemed to feel a strange emotion erupting from the long sword, as if angry, and also cut off something with him. He couldn't tell what it was, but in his feelings, he really cut off something.

Meng Xiang gently pulled out the long knife, looked at it, and said seriously: "Although I don't know what extraordinary things you have, since I have obtained the opportunity to live again, I will definitely not bury your sharpness this time."

He didn't know if it was an illusion. After he finished speaking, he vaguely felt a slight fluctuation coming from the knife, as if responding to him. But when he felt it again, he felt nothing, but he didn't care too much.

Meng Xiang walked out of the room with a knife, but he did not directly follow the road leading from Dragon Claw Beach to the outside. He wanted to first determine whether the thing that caused the death of his best friend Yan Shi's family was still there. Previous experiences have told him that things will change after he is reborn, at least the reward given by the middle-aged man has changed from two to four.

Looking at the big stone that was pried open, Meng Xiang smiled bitterly: Although some things will change a little, many things will not change. In order not to let his good friends find something that caused trouble, he hid it, but unfortunately it was still stolen.

Meng Xiang jumped and leaped on the rugged and steep mountain road, running quickly, like a strong black panther or a psychic ape.

A huge rock about ten feet high was stepping on it, and when you lift your foot and step on the stone, your hands were pressed, and the human body was flush with the top of the stone. Then, pressing your hands on the stone, the person flew directly over the rock, and the speed did not decrease at all.

A rift valley that is as wide as one or two meters and requires special tools to leap through, he only needs a few steps to run and step on the ground with his feet. He flew through the sky like wings.

Although the speed was already very fast, Meng Xiang was still very anxious. In his previous life, Yan Shi's family was killed on the road. If it weren't for the small vendor selling salt from Longzhao Beach who smelled the odor, found their bodies, and told the village chief, they would probably never have known that they had been killed.

What made Meng Xiang even more sad was that due to the long interval and the heavy rains that time had occurred, all traces no longer existed. In the end, neither the official nor the villagers of Longzhao Beach were able to find the murderer. Yan Shi's family could be said to have died inexplicably.

Meng Xiang ran quickly while recalling the specific location where Yan Shi's family was killed in his previous life, so as not to accidentally miss it. Unfortunately, he was afraid of anything he was afraid of. It started raining almost without warning, and it was getting heavier and heavier, which quickly blurred his vision.

Originally, Meng Xiang took the shortcut to catch up with Yan Shi's family as soon as possible, but now it has become his obstacle. The shortcut he chose was relatively few, and the traces seemed very insignificant. Now it is even more difficult to identify when the heavy rain is coming.

Perhaps he was destined to be unable to make up for the regret in his heart. Although Meng Xiang was extremely careful, he eventually took the wrong path. What's more serious is that he did not notice it at the beginning, until he walked far away and was blocked by a large rift valley with a width of more than ten feet and found out that he had taken the wrong path.

"Ah!" Meng Xiang could no longer suppress the agitation in his heart, and shouted to the sky, but soon the shout disappeared into the vast rain.

After venting for a moment, Meng Xiang's mind became a little clearer. He remembered the old man said something that impressed him and was neatly recorded in the "Old Man's Quotations" by him - giving up is the beginning of failure, and only persistence can lead to success.

It took him a full hour, and Meng Xiang's luck was not bad enough. After a lot of effort, he really found the right path.

Due to years of hard work, Meng Xiang's physical fitness has been quite good, but he is a child under thirteen years old and his physical performance is not complete. After so long running with high intensity and anxiety, his body has gradually reached its limit. Although he gritted his teeth and persisted, his speed inevitably slowed down.

Meng Xiang swallowed a spit with a bloody smell and tried his best to adjust his disordered breathing. He gritted his teeth and moved his legs tightly, as if he had been filled with lead, and he raised his speed again. Unfortunately, it was getting more and more difficult to maintain the high speed.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound, as if it was a sound made by a person covered his mouth. Judging from the sound, the person who made the sound should be in great pain. Although the sound was too blurry and flashed, it was impossible to judge whether it was made by Yan Shi and the others, but he still shook all over and his heart beat faster, and he wanted to rush to the place where the sound came out immediately. However, the old man's teaching and experience in his previous life calmed down.
Chapter completed!