He began to look at the home of this young man Lin Zhao. It could be described as "a bare house with four walls". It basically had no furniture, a bed, a dining table, an oil lamp, and almost no extra things. And in the yard
It was even more empty, with nothing there, but it was very clean, not even a single weed.
According to the memories obtained, this young man’s name is Lin Zhao, and he was born in this town called Tianchi Town. When he was five years old, his father passed away, and when he was seven years old, his mother also passed away. He was a hard-working child. During these years, Xiao Lin Zhaochun
Go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, collect mountain honey, collect mushrooms in summer, catch fish, fish for screws, catch frogs, collect wild fruits in autumn, trap rabbits, dig loaches in winter, dig winter bamboo shoots, collect wild persimmons, and struggle to survive in the mud with your life.
It was quite difficult to get down.
And deep in the boy's memory, Lin Zhao also received a very important message. When the boy was five years old, a fire mark suddenly fell from the sky on his arm. The old people in the town called it the Qilin Fire Mark, which was an ominous sign.
The appearance of the Qilin Fire Seal directly burned through the young man's Qi Sea, making him unable to practice at all. He could not store any spiritual energy in his body, so he was bullied.
He rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, there was a mark of flames on his right arm, which was very obvious and looked like a flaming unicorn. This must be the legendary unicorn fire seal.
…
Unable to practice, he was impoverished.
Lin Zhao frowned. These two keywords were already quite fatal. If so, how could he survive well in this world?
His eyes fell on a hoe in the corner of the yard, which was one of his only possessions.
It is said that this small town is located on the top of a mountain range called Tianchi Ridge. A long time ago, Tianchi Ridge was also known as the Snowy Tianchi. It is said to be the place where the immortal Mingyue Lake ascended, and Mingyue Lake
Before his ascension, he left the Dragon-Slaying Sword, one of the top ten famous swords in the world, in the world, and it is said that it was buried on the snow-covered Tianchi.
Therefore, for many years, countless outsiders have come here, constantly looking for the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword on the snow-covered Tianchi, and almost searched the entire Tianchi, but no one has been able to find the legendary sword. On the contrary,
Many small black stones were dug up in Tianchi Ridge, which are called pine ink stones. This kind of pine ink stone is excellent for making ink. It is of no use in Tianchi Town, but the cultural movement of the Great Shang Dynasty in the south is prevalent.
, this kind of pine ink stone has been highly praised as soon as it appeared in the world.
Therefore, digging pine ink stone on Tianchi is one of the ways for many people in small towns to make a living. The same goes for Lin Zhao. From the day he could carry a hoe, his figure often appeared on Tianchi.
"Gu Gu Gu~~"
At this time, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, which made Lin Zhao quite sad. He was hungry, but there was nothing to eat at home. He had already eaten the last roasted sweet potato as dinner yesterday. Whether he can start a meal today depends on God.
No more reward for the meal.
…
"Walk!"
He grabbed the hoe, put it on his shoulder and went out. He endured the growling sound in his stomach and walked about five miles to a desolate and open Tianchi. Along the way, many people saw him, all from small towns.
Several people inside greeted him, and Lin Zhao smiled and nodded in response, very politely.
"Hey, Lin Zhao, are you trying your luck again?"
In front, a soldier wearing armor and a sword hanging from his waist asked with a smile.
"Um."
Lin Zhao recognized him in his memory and nodded with a smile: "Try your luck, if you can dig out one or two pieces of pine ink stone, you can exchange for a few full meals."
"go Go."
The soldiers smiled and let them go. After the martial law in Tianchi Ridge, only people from the small town were allowed to dig, and outsiders were no longer allowed to enter.
As for the army on the Tianchi Ridge, Lin Zhao learned bit by bit from the boy's memory that this army was called the Tianchi Army. It was an army left over from the "Dachen Dynasty" that had been destroyed by the Shang Dynasty. Even Lin Zhao himself
He was also a prisoner and refugee of the Dachen Dynasty. The commander-in-chief of the Tianchi Army was named Chu Huaixi, known as Chu Shuai. He led thousands of soldiers to protect the last bloodline of the Dachen Dynasty in exile, and opened up Tianchi Town on the Tianchi Ridge.
It multiplied and continues to this day.
Lin Zhao was too lazy to care about this. He just wanted to have a full meal today.
So Lin Zhao began to dig the ground.
…
It was almost noon, and the young man was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Under the scorching sun, every time he dropped the hoe, his hands were empty. He continued to work like this until it was almost dusk. Lin Zhao was almost desperate, but he dug up a lot of stones.
, but they are all useless stones, not one of them is turquoise stone.
"Tsk tsk..."
Not far away, a big kid who was about half a head taller than Lin Zhao was also wielding a hoe. His name was Zhao Jin. Like Lin Zhao, he was a poor man living in the back streets of Tianchi Town, but he was slightly better off than Lin Zhao.
Zhao Jin's father was a blacksmith who was requisitioned by the Tianchi Army, and his mother could sew and do some needlework to supplement the family income. At least, Zhao Jin did not have to go hungry.
"Lin Zhao!"
Zhao Jin picked up his hoe and said with a joking smile on his face: "What's wrong? Didn't you eat again today?"
With that said, he unpacked his bag, took out a piece of bread and chewed it, and said with a smile: "I brought a big pancake, but there is only one piece. I'm sorry, I can't share it with you."
Lin Zhao frowned and continued digging on the ground.
"You're such a boring gourd, you can't beat me with three sticks!"
Zhao Jin's words gradually became vicious. He looked at Lin Zhao and sneered: "Say, you were born with the Qilin Fire Seal. First, you killed your unlucky father, and later you even lost your beauty.
My wonderful mother was also seriously ill and died due to you. People like you...what's the point of continuing to live?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a ferocious smile: "Why don't you die?"
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. He knew that in his current state, he was definitely no match for Zhao Jin. First of all, his body was not as strong as the other person's. Secondly, the other party was full and he was already so hungry that his hands and feet were weak. However, Lin Zhao
He was not weak-tempered. He just raised his head and glanced at the other person and said: "Zhao Jin, you are from a poor background like me. I am a mud-legged person and you are a mud-legged person. Why are you so sarcastic?"
"same as you?"
Zhao Jin seemed to have been greatly insulted, with a ferocious look on his face: "Who the hell is like you? Our Zhao family has two houses in the back street, and we live a comfortable life. How can a bastard like you compare to that?"
"..."
Lin Zhao stopped talking, suppressed the anger in his heart, and continued digging on the ground.
As a result, before the hoe had been swung a few times, there was a sudden "clang" sound, and sparks were flying around. Lin Zhao's heartbroken scene appeared. His hoe actually broke, as if he had dug something hard.
"Um?"
The young man hurriedly took a step forward, stretched out his hand to peel away the soil, and found that a piece of black iron had broken the iron blade of the hoe into two pieces, but the iron piece was not damaged at all!
"what?"
The boy continued to pull at the dirt, and after a few seconds he saw clearly that it seemed to be the hilt of a sword.
For a moment, the young man's mind went blank. Could the sword dug out from Tianchi Ridge be the "Dragon-Slaying Sword" that ranked first among the top ten famous swords in the world?
impossible……
He was pounding in his heart, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength. For a moment, golden light shone everywhere, and the entire mine was illuminated as if it were daytime. However, this light was fleeting, and when General Lin Zhao
When the whole sword was pulled out, it was found that the blade and the scabbard were all rusty. Even the scabbard was about to be rusted through, and the hilt was as tattered as a piece of cotton wool.
Only Zhao Jin, who was nearby, noticed the clues.
"Lin Zhao!"
Zhao Jin rushed into the mine where Lin Zhao was, holding out his palm, still with a sinister smile on his face, and said: "Give me the sword!"
"Why?"
Lin Zhao guarded the sword tightly. He realized that although the sword looked like a worthless ancient sword at this time, the golden light just now was so unusual that it might actually be a famous sword.
Even if it is not the legendary dragon-slaying sword, it is definitely valuable.
"Why?!"
Zhao Jin grinned and said with a smile: "Just because I can kill you with one punch... Give me the sword quickly, otherwise... I will really beat you to death, hehe... You don't want a wife in this life either."
You didn’t even get married and you died, right?”
Lin Zhao held the ancient sword in his arms and refused to give in: "You and I are the only ones here in these mines today. If I die here, Zhao Jin, see if you can tell me clearly, the people in this town
Couldn't you guess that it was you, Zhao Jin, who killed me?"
Zhao Jin frowned, changed the topic, and sneered: "Okay, I was just joking with you to scare you. See for yourself what this sword looks like. The sword body is completely rusted, and the hilt looks like
What's the difference between it and a fire stick? But I think it's pleasing to the eye and I like it, so why not..."
He shook his bag and took out a stack of white flour cakes, a dozen of them. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "How about I exchange these flour cakes for your sword? I know you want to eat it. You
How many times has Lin Zhao eaten such fine grains in his life?"
Lin Zhao was greatly shocked. In fact, he was really eager for this pile of noodles. After all, he had been hungry all day! But he also knew that the sword in his arms was probably not simple.
"Don't even think about it!"
The young man shook his head: "This sword I dug up is mine, no one can take it away."
“Damn it, if you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”
Zhao Jin suddenly rewrapped the noodles with hatred, shook his arms, buzzed, and sneered: "I have learned boxing from my master for so many years, and I will soon step into the ranks of a first-level martial artist.
You, skinny monkey, can't you just take advantage of it? Since you want to suffer the consequences, don't blame me for being rude."
Saying that, Zhao Jin raised his body and punched directly.
Came too fast!
Lin Zhao was weak and wanted to dodge but couldn't. As soon as he started to move his nose, he was hit by a punch. He stumbled back and hit the mud behind him heavily. Meanwhile, Zhao Jin strode towards him with his right hand.
He spread his fingers and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and sneered: "How do you think you, a waste, are worthy of this sword? The fortune teller in the town has already told me. I, Zhao Jin, have the talent of a martial artist in the twelfth realm of rebirth."
,Only I am worthy of this sword!"
"ah!?"
Lin Zhao was punched to the point where stars were shining in his eyes. When his eyes were a little messy, he saw the ancient sword in his arms shimmering, and then there seemed to be a soft and flexible woman's hand reaching out from the ancient sword, "Pa"
He gave Zhao Jin a slap in the face. As a result, the young man with the qualifications of a martial artist in the rebirth realm said "ah" and fell to the ground unconscious.
…
A hand grows out of the sword?
"Ghost!"
Lin Zhao's scalp became numb and he trembled with fright. Only then did he come back to his senses. He immediately threw away the sword, turned around and ran away. He returned to his ancestral home at a speed he had never been able to match before and jumped on the bed.
