Lingyun Peak is ten thousand feet high, reaching waist level, already in the clouds, pointing towards the sky of the universe like a giant sword.
On the mountainside where the clouds are steaming, there are countless stone or wooden houses built, most of which are the training places for the elites of the inner sect of Qinglan Sect.
In a rather simple and small stone house, Zheng Lin slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and what came into his eyes were several faces with different expressions, including a beautiful and lovely girl.
"Junior Brother Zheng is awake, Junior Brother Zheng is awake..."
Seeing Zheng Lin wake up, the girls cheered and ran out of the stone house. A moment later, a thin middle-aged man walked slowly into the stone house.
The few people who were about to talk to Zheng Lin were all speechless when they saw the middle-aged man coming in, with their heads lowered, like children who had done something wrong.
The middle-aged man first glanced at Zheng Lin who was lying on the stone bed, then turned around and said to several people: "You should go back to your room."
After hearing this, everyone bowed and saluted, saying: "Disciple, please retire."
When several disciples had left the stone house, the middle-aged man said to the girl who was holding his arm: "You should also go out."
Hearing this, the girl suddenly pouted her little mouth. Seeing the middle-aged man's serious expression, she didn't dare to say anything. She quietly glanced at Zheng Lin with her watery eyes, and then walked away silently.
The middle-aged man sank down and sat on the bedside, with his big hands spread out on his knees. There was a delicate-looking small copper lock in his palm. He said harmoniously: "Zheng Lin, you should have carried this little lock with you since you were a child.
Right?"
Zheng Lin's mind was racing, and he searched quickly in his memory. After a while, he replied: "Yes, master."
The middle-aged man rubbed the small lock carefully for a while and said: "It should be a good fine weapon, but it's a pity. Although it helped you block the Dongfang Frost Ice Soul's aura, it also destroyed your spirituality. I'm afraid.
It can no longer be used."
As he said that, the middle-aged man placed the small copper lock on Zheng Lin's pillow, then stood up and said with a straight face: "Although your qualifications are average, you have been practicing for more than ten years, and you have never been able to enter.
She’s just in her prime period, but she couldn’t survive even three moves at the hands of a twelve-year-old girl…”
At this point, when the middle-aged man saw Zheng Lin's blank face and turned pale, he shook his head and sighed, then walked away with a puff of sleeves.
"It's unlucky, it's unlucky, but I'm still alive after all." Zheng Lin felt the bad condition of his body and thought in his heart.
This body is not Zheng Lin's. When his soul traveled through time, the previous owner of this body happened to be frozen by his opponent's ice soul energy in the competition and extinguished the soul fire. Zheng Lin, who was eager to seize the body and be reborn,
He sank his soul directly into this body.
Zheng Lin, whose parents died young, was just a little gangster on earth who knew a lot about tricks. He was hit by a big truck while racing motorcycles with his friends. He never expected that he would travel through time and arrive in a world full of...
In a world of fantasy colors.
Coincidentally, the original owner of this body has the same name as Zheng Lin. However, the original owner's soul has dissipated and the memory contained in it is gone. Zheng Lin cannot figure out his current situation at all. He only knows that he has just suffered
Seriously injured.
However, Zheng Lin had actually been here for three days and three nights, during which he had been pretending to be unconscious in order to find out the general situation from the mouths of the few people waiting around him.
The person who lectured Zheng Lin just now was his master Xiao Lu. He was a rigid and unsmiling person, and no one dared to talk to him.
Zheng Lin is Xiao Lu's sixth disciple. He is the latest to start and has the weakest cultivation. Before the competition, he only had fifth-level strength.
None of his disciples know how many years Xiao Lu has been practicing, but everyone knows that he is already a master at the Yuanling stage. His eldest disciple, Wang Chaotian, practiced for more than 40 years before reaching the Nascent Stage. The other five
The disciples are all at the enlightenment stage.
When the sky darkened, Zheng Lin, who was sorting out his thoughts, suddenly felt his stomach growling, and fourth senior brother Liu Yuhe also brought food at this time.
Monks who have not yet reached the stage of receiving sperm are just equivalent to martial arts masters in the secular world. They are not yet able to live without grain, so they still need three meals a day.
Among Xiao Lu's disciples, Liu Yuhe is the most popular. He usually likes to joke with others and is very talkative, but his skills are not as good as his talkative skills. For this reason, he is ridiculed by many of his fellow disciples.
Liu Yuhe has thin lips and bright teeth, and a slightly chubby face. When he smiles, his eyes usually narrow into a thin line. His appearance makes people laugh.
Liu Yuhe placed the food on the bedside, held Zheng Lin up, then held up a white porcelain bowl filled with rice porridge with one hand, and picked up a cup of rice porridge with a small silver spoon in the other hand, saying: "
Sixth Junior Brother, you are hungry, come here, I will feed you."
Zheng Lin knew that he was not yet in need of feeding, so he reluctantly moved his arms, took the bowl and small spoon, and thanked: "Thank you, Fourth Brother, I can do it myself."
Liu Yuhe smiled and watched Zheng Lin eating slowly. After a while, he said: "Sixth Junior Brother, Dongfang Liushuang has only been practicing for six years. Not only has his cultivation reached the ninth level of Tongqiao, but the secret of our sect, Ice Soul Gang Qi, has also begun to be cultivated."
With magical powers, your defeat is not unjust."
It turned out that Liu Yuhe saw Zheng Lin looking a little depressed and thought that Zheng Lin had not recovered from the failure, so he comforted him like this.
Zheng Lin thought in his mind: "She is so powerful. That ice soul energy can even freeze out the soul fire. Of course she is not ordinary powerful!"
However, when he said it, Zheng Lin was slightly embarrassed: "I'm afraid I will make the master lose face this time."
Liu Yuhe said bluntly: "It doesn't matter. Everyone knows what your strength is. We didn't have high hopes for you. However, you couldn't even survive three moves. It's really a bit..."
Zheng Lin knew that Liu Yuhe had omitted the words "unsatisfactory", so he just smiled bitterly at himself and said nothing more.
Although he was just a gangster in his previous life, Zheng Lin has a very optimistic attitude towards life. His consistent behavior is: don't fight with the world. No matter how windy or rainy it is outside, I will hide in my own world and have fun secretly.
.
When Liu Yuhe was putting away the tableware, he saw the small copper lock on the bedside. He put it in his hand with interest and smiled at Zheng Lin: "I heard from the master that this small lock is a good fine tool.
Relying on it, you were able to save your life. I never expected that Sixth Junior Brother would have such a fortune."
Zheng Lin was very unfamiliar with this unknown world. Even though he was always witty, he didn't know how to communicate with these "relatives and friends" at this time. Their words were very unclear, let alone other trivial matters.
Everything still needs Zheng Lin to start over, and he needs to quickly integrate into the new world and play his role well.
After some words, Liu Yuhe saw that Zheng Lin was still tired, so he put down the small copper lock and left quietly.