life lock repair god

Lingyun Peak is as high as ten thousand feet, and the waist is already in the clouds, pointing at the universe like a giant sword holding up the sky.

On the mountainside where the clouds are steaming, there are countless stone or wooden houses, most of which are the cultivation places of the inner sect elites of the Qinglan Sect.

In a rather crude and small stone house, Zheng Lin slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and in his eyes were several faces with different expressions, including a beautiful girl.

"Junior Brother Zheng is awake, Junior Brother Zheng is awake..."

Seeing Zheng Lin wake up, the girl cheered and ran out of the stone house. After a while, a thin middle-aged man walked into the stone house slowly.

The few people who were about to talk to Zheng Lin saw the middle-aged man coming in, they were all dumbfounded, their heads were lowered, like children who have done something wrong.

The middle-aged man first glanced at Zheng Lin who was lying on the slate bed, then turned around and said to several people: "You all go back to your room."

After hearing this, everyone bowed down and saluted, saying: "Disciple leave."

When several disciples left the stone house, the middle-aged man said to the girl holding his arm: "You also go out."

Hearing this, the girl immediately pursed her mouth, and seeing the serious expression of the middle-aged man, she didn't dare to say more. Shui Lingling glanced at Zheng Lin quietly, and then walked away silently.

The middle-aged man sat down on the head of the bed, with his big hands spread out on his knees, and in his palm was a small copper lock with a delicate appearance.He said in a harmonious voice, "Zheng Lin, this little lock should have been on you since you were a child, right?"

Zheng Lin's thoughts were surging, and he searched quickly in his memory. After a long while, he replied aloud: "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 frost and ice from the east, but it also ruined your spirituality, I'm afraid It’s no longer usable.”

As he said that, the middle-aged man put the small copper lock beside Zheng Lin's pillow, then he stood up and said with a straight face: "Although your aptitude is average, you have been practicing for more than ten years, and you have not been able to enter It’s nothing more than semen, but she couldn’t survive three tricks at the hands of a girl who was only 12 years old..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed when he saw Zheng Lin's dazed and pale complexion, and then left with a brush of his sleeves.

"It's unlucky, it's unlucky, but it's still alive." Zheng Lin felt depressed in his heart after feeling the bad condition of his body.

This body does not belong to Zheng Lin. When his soul came through, it happened that the former owner of this body was extinguished by the opponent's icy soul during the competition, and 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 early, is just a little bastard on the earth who knows how to do tricks and legs. He was hit by a big truck while racing motorcycles with his friends. In a world of fantastic colors.

Coincidentally, the original owner of this body has the same name and surname as Zheng Lin. However, the soul of the original owner has dissipated, and the memory contained in it is gone. Zheng Lin can't figure out his current situation at all, only knowing that he has just suffered seriously injured.

However, Zheng Lin has actually been here for three days and three nights, during which he pretended to be unconscious all the time, in order to find out the general situation from the few people waiting by his side.

It was his master Xiao Lu who was preaching to Zheng Lin just now, he is rigid and unsmiling, everyone usually dare not have much words with him.

Zheng Lin is Xiao Lu's sixth disciple. He is the latest to start and the weakest in cultivation. Before the competition, he only has the fifth level of strength.

How many years Xiao Lu has practiced, several of his disciples are not very clear, but everyone knows that he is already a master of the Yuanling stage, his first disciple Wang Chaotian has cultivated for more than 40 years before he reached the Najing stage, and the other five disciples are all masters. It is the strength of the enlightenment period.

When it was getting dark, Zheng Lin, who was sorting out his thoughts, suddenly felt his stomach growling, and the fourth senior brother Liu Yuhe also brought food at this time.

A monk who has not yet reached the stage of confinement is only equivalent to a master of martial arts in the secular world, and cannot live without food, and still needs three meals a day.

Among Xiao Lu's several disciples, Liu Yuhe is the most popular. He usually likes to joke with others and is very talkative, but his strength is not as good as his verbal skills. For this reason, many fellow disciples ridiculed him.

Liu Yuhe has thin lips and white teeth, and a slightly fat face. When he smiles, his eyes are usually squinted into a line. Looking at his appearance, one can't help but feel amused.

Liu Yuhe put the food on the bedside, hugged and supported Zheng Lin, then picked up a white porcelain bowl full of rice porridge with one hand, picked up a cup of rice porridge with a small silver spoon with the other hand, and said: " Sixth Junior Brother, you are hungry, come on, let me feed you."

Zheng Lin knew that he hadn't reached the point where he needed someone to feed him, so he barely moved his arm, took the bowl and the small spoon, and thanked him, "Thank you fourth brother, I can do it myself."

Liu Yuhe smiled and watched Zheng Lin eating slowly, and after a while, he said: "Sixth Junior Brother, that Dongfang Liushuang has only practiced for six years, not only has his cultivation reached the ninth level of Tongqiao, but also the secret of the sect, Ice Soul and Astral Qi. With supernatural powers, you are not wronged if you lose."

It turned out that Liu Yuhe saw Zheng Lin's expression was a little depressed, thinking that Zheng Lin hadn't recovered from the failure, so he was so comforted.

Zheng Lin thought in his heart: "She is powerful, that icy soul can freeze even the fire of the soul, of course she is not ordinary powerful!"

However, when he said it, Zheng Lin was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid this time I will make the master lose face."

Liu Yuhe said bluntly: "It's okay, everyone knows what strength you are, and you didn't have high hopes. However, you didn't even survive the three moves. It's really a bit..."

Zheng Lin knew that Liu Yuhe had omitted the word "unbelievable", so he just gave a self-deprecating wry smile and didn't say much.

Although he was just a gangster in his previous life, Zheng Lin has a very optimistic attitude towards life. His consistent way of doing things is: don't fight with the world, no matter how windy or rainy it is outside, I just hide in my own world secretly happy .

When Liu Yuhe was packing the tableware, he saw the small copper lock on the head of the bed, put it in his hand with great interest, and said with a smile to Zheng Lin: "I heard from the master that this small lock is still a good one. Relying on it, you were able to save your life. I really didn't expect that the sixth junior brother has such a family background."

Zheng Lin is very unfamiliar with this unknown world. Although he has always been witty, he doesn't know how to communicate with these "relatives and friends" at this time. Their words are very ignorant, let alone other trivial matters.

Everything still needs Zheng Lin to start over again, 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.