Refining Genius Cultivation

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. It was another beautiful afternoon. At the foot of a mountain that reached into the clouds.

There is such a simple and unadorned village. The small village was built according to the mountains. Although it was only ten miles in radius, there were several hundred families. People were coming and going, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

On the west side of the village, next to the mountain, was a huge lake. The lake surface was wide and stretched out as far as the eye could see. It was much larger than the small village at the side.

However, since the establishment of the small village, no villagers had ever reached the other side of the lake. This was because in the lake far away from the village, there were many fierce water beasts. The lake water was crystal clear, just like blue silk, smooth and soft.

On the surface of the lake, countless fishing boats were coming and going, adorning the lake with a myriad of emotions. The men on the fishing boat, bare-chested, were yelling to each other about their daily gains.

At the corner of the lake, there was a two-story restaurant that was built alongside a mountain and river. This was the only restaurant in the area — Mountain Lake Restaurant.

The wine brewed by the Mountain Lake Restaurant could be said to be the best. It was fragrant but not greasy, and the flavor was spicy but not stinky. As a mouthful of the wine entered his throat, the surface of the lake did not turn cold.

After the mountain lake wine entered his stomach, it was as if a small sun had risen in his stomach, causing his entire body to feel warm. Even his strength had increased by three folds, allowing him to fish on the lake's surface.

Therefore, no matter if it was getting up early to fish or returning home in the evening, all the fishermen in this village would come to the mountain and lake building to have a drink.

Other than the fragrance of the wine and the warmth from it, there was also a beautiful story about the Mountain Lake Wine. According to legend, a hundred years ago, in the Shadow Mountain Lake, near the village, a monster appeared, as described by the people who saw it.

This monster was like a dragon or snake. Its body above the water's surface was sixty to seventy feet long. It had no horn on its head and was shaped like a python. Its nearly foot thick torso was flashing with dazzling scales.

This monster was incomparably ferocious. All the villagers fishing on the lake had become its food in its stomach, ending the great fishing business that the villagers relied on.

Afterwards, the old men from the village joined up with the rest of the villagers and climbed up Shadow Mountain. They knelt at the waist of the mountain and begged for three days and three nights. In a small mountain village, everyone gathered all kinds of delicacies.

They were here to welcome the two deities who had come to exterminate him. Unexpectedly, among the two immortals, the elder one chose the Mountain Lake Wine.

At that time, the Mountain Lake Wine was just an ordinary wine with a very ordinary taste. Only when the villagers gathered would they drink wine to cheer them up.

After the elderly Immortal drank the mountain and lake wine, she frowned and went to find the wine brewer and had him add some mountain and lake wine to the mountain and lake wine. This grass was the finishing touch. The elderly deity.

He drank three jars in a row and drank good wine. After eating their fill, the two immortals caught the monster in the lake and killed it within moments. Since then, the Shadow Mountain and Lake returned to its former liveliness, and the villagers also resumed their fishing business, revealing smiles on their faces.

Other than the monsters that were killed, the mountain and lake wine was the biggest gain of the village. After the Immortal's Flavor.

The Mountain Lake Wine had become the Mountain Lake Wine of today. It was extremely fragrant and delicious. The winemaker had taken advantage of the fact that the Shadow Mountain and Lake District was located close to the Shadow Mountain and by virtue of the Thousand Li Shadow Mountain and Lake, tasting mountain wine and raising one's head to look out of the corner of the eyes of immortals.

Inside the mountain and lake pavilion, the waiter, who always welcomed customers with a smile, ran in front of the shopkeeper with a face full of anger. "Shopkeeper, look, that drunkard who can't be beaten down is here again …"

The shopkeeper, who was called by the waiter, was an old man in his fifties. He was the great-grandson of the winemaker. It had been twenty years since the Mountain and Lake Restaurant had passed into his hands. Hearing the waiter's complaints, the manager frowned.

Ye Zichen looked in the direction the waiter pointed. At the entrance of the restaurant, a sloppy-looking man who looked like a beggar sat on the ground with his back leaning against the door. His eyes blankly stared at the fine wine within the restaurant as his saliva dripped all over the floor.

This slovenly man could be said to be extremely slovenly. His clothes that were torn to shreds could no longer be seen what color they were. They were only hung here and there on his body, blocking some important spots. His face was a mess.

Black, red, green, and purple. It was as if a shop of color had been opened. A beard that was several inches long grew in a disorderly fashion, covering nearly half of his face. His hair was messy like a bird's nest and gave off an unpleasant smell that had not been washed for a long time.

However, the smell of his hair was nothing compared to the smell of the sloppy-looking man. The slovenly man was emitting a strong smell of alcohol. It was as if he could smell it clearly even from a distance of several zhang.

It was unknown where this slovenly man had come from. He had already been in this little village for eight or nine years, and his mind seemed to be in a bit of a muddle. He spent the entire day feeling around the little village like a fool.

When the bored villagers saw that he was so easily bullied, they would sometimes find a reason to beat him up. Only now did he realize that the sloppy-looking man's skin was rough and thick, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, allowing himself to be beaten and scolded at will.

He never fought back and just sat there foolishly. The sloppy-looking man didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, the person who hit him felt pain in his hands and feet. After he was done, his hands and feet actually swelled up. Later on, whenever someone hit him, he would use a wooden stick.

This slovenly man was extremely addicted to alcohol. Ever since he had smelled the aroma of the mountain and lake wine at the Mountain Lake Restaurant, he had stayed in the restaurant and dominated the entrance, refusing to leave.

In the beginning, the shopkeeper pitied him and gave him a small pot of wine to drink. The slovenly man took the wine and crawled out the door to drink by himself. In the end, the shopkeeper couldn't take it anymore. He had come all day just to get some drinks. Who was willing to do business here?

However, if he was not given any wine to drink, the slovenly man would occupy the door and not leave. Even if the shopkeeper found someone to beat him up countless times, it would be of no use. The slovenly man had even once said that he was willing to exchange the wine for a bottle at a time, leaving the shopkeeper completely speechless.

The shopkeeper was old and had an important position. The waiter below didn't have a good temper. When he opened the door to do business, the waiter was filled with anger when he met such a boss. Seeing that he couldn't get away, the waiter deliberately humiliated him.

What rotten rice, leftovers and wine scraps were thrown at the sloppy-looking man as if he was feeding a pig. Unexpectedly, the slovenly man was completely silly.

He was in excellent health and never got sick. As a result, the waiter changed his strategy and tried his best to torture him, which resulted in the slovenly man to often have bruises all over his body.

In the end, this slovenly man could be considered quite famous in the village. Regardless of whether it was an adult or child, whenever they encountered something unhappy, they would always come and vent some of their anger. Only by venting some of it would they be able to relax.

However, there were also some old people who would occasionally give him some food to help him apply some ointment to his wounds when they felt sorry for him.

Looking at the sloppy-looking man sitting at the entrance, the shopkeeper let out a long sigh. For the past eight to nine years, they hadn't been long or short. Even if there was half a jug of wine a day, it would still be worth a lot of money. But if he didn't give it to her, not only would it affect his business, he would also feel somewhat guilty.

Forget it, I've already given it to you for so many years, so I don't care about this small jug of wine.

"Hu Zi, bring him half a jug of wine." The shopkeeper patted the shoulder of the waiter. He raised his head and nodded in the direction of the sloppy-looking man.

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Hu Zi pouted angrily and said, "Shopkeeper, this drunkard is clearly against us. He's been begging us all day to drink, but every time, he's always soft-hearted …"

"Haha, Hu Zi, don't complain anymore. This person is also a pitiful person. Perhaps he met with some sort of sadness and ended up like this." "In fact, there is no such thing as an unattainable obstacle in life. Today, he is so exhausted that he has fallen into despair. In the future, when he wakes up, he will not lose his talent." The manager stroked his beard and laughed.

Hu Zi's eyes widened as he said, "A talent!" "Manager, you're not joking, right? He's a genius, a waste of money."

The shopkeeper shook her head and smiled, "Hu Zi, although this old man has never practiced martial arts, I know that once a martial arts master reaches a certain realm, his inner force will automatically protect his body. This slovenly man, even though he was willing to be beaten up, he never cried out in pain, nor would he bleed from his wounds.

Hu Zi nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, this is indeed strange. A few years ago, the butcher Zhang from the western part of the village was angered by his wife and had nowhere to vent his anger on. He carried his pig slaughtering knife and swung it everywhere.

But he didn't expect that the sharp knife used to kill pigs would only leave a few white marks on his body. Since then, everyone had felt that the alcoholic was tough and invulnerable, so much so that he was greeted with all sorts of weapons.

No one had considered that this drunkard had an extraordinary background. The shopkeeper is really intelligent, his eyes are way better than others. "

"Haha." The shopkeeper laughed, and a proud expression appeared on his old face. "Alright, Hu Zi, let's cut the crap. Hurry up and send him over, don't let him block the door and affect our business."

"Hey, Shopkeeper, take a look." After he finished speaking, Hu Zi ran over, grabbed half a jug of Mountain Lake Wine, and threw it onto the slovenly man's body. Drunk, the shopkeeper pitied you. He gave you half a pot of wine and quickly took it and left.

"Don't get in our way and disturb our business." Seeing the slovenly man impatiently take the wine jug, Hu Zi, who had just changed his opinion of the slovenly man due to the shopkeeper's words, shook his head in disgust.

No matter how extraordinary his temperament was and how glorious his past was, he couldn't even be compared to a fool. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to recover in this lifetime.

The sloppy-looking man held the wine jug like a treasure and quickly crawled to a corner outside the restaurant, leaning against the pile of dry grass. Just as the slovenly man sat down, a several inches long black squirrel jumped out from behind him and bit down on the half of the green fruit in his mouth.

He threw it into the wine pot. Before the slovenly man could wave the squirrel away, the squirrel had already jumped out like a wisp of smoke, and let out a complacent squeak at the slovenly man. Seeing that the sloppy-looking man completely ignored him, the squirrel shook its little head and ran off on its own.