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When it was time for dinner, Zheng Lin walked out of the mine with a shovel in a nervous mood, and a strong smell of food came from the hut.

And there were at least a hundred people waiting around the hut, all of different ages. Among them, Zheng Lin, who was 17 years old, was the youngest.

Generally speaking, even if there is no hope of breaking through the Najing stage, the disciples of Qinglanzong can stay in Lingyun Peak for at least 30 years from the beginning of their cultivation. If there is no progress within 30 years, they will be sent to various mines work.

Although Zheng Lin had only practiced for more than ten years, at this time he had already been deemed as incapable of breaking through in his lifetime, so he was sent here at such an age, and his age was naturally the youngest among the group.

The dozen or so people who came with Zheng Lin stood together tacitly. Everyone carried a small number of spirit stones, but they also gained something. Only Zheng Lin, who was unable to dig rocks with a shovel, "got nothing".

All the miners lined up in a long line and entered the hut one by one. When they came out, they all held their meals, and then found an empty space to eat with relish. Watching them devour them, they seemed like refugees who hadn't eaten for many days.

And there were quite a few people who just stood aside silently, they didn't go to line up, they kept licking their lips with their tongues, and looked helplessly at those companions who were eating.

"Look, those people probably didn't finish their mission yesterday, and they don't have food today." A fellow student who just came here like Zheng Lin said with a frown.

In such a situation, Zheng Lin and others can imagine how difficult the future will be.

After everyone in the line had received their meals, Zheng Lin and the others also entered the hut.There are two huts, the inner room is supposed to be a resting place for the elderly, but there are several large pots outside the outer door, at this time there are rice and dishes in the pots, full of aroma.

Next to the stove, there is a cylindrical basket, six feet high and one meter in diameter, filled with spiritual stones of different sizes and grades.

The old man was behind the stove, holding a long-handled ladle, saw Zheng Lin and others coming in, and said solemnly: "Put what you got today into the basket."

Everyone put the spirit stones they had dug so hard into the baskets one by one, but the old man's face didn't change much.

When it was Zheng Lin's turn, Zheng Lin, who was empty-handed, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out of the hut consciously.

Zheng Lin had already given up on this meal.

"come back!"

Pointing at Zheng Lin's back with a spoon, the old man shouted, and seeing Zheng Lin turned around, he said, "You guys just arrived today, and it only took half a day, so don't count the harvest, let's start tomorrow."

The meals are very rich, each person has a big bowl of meat, and there are several vegetarian dishes to choose from, with rice or steamed buns as the staple food.

The place where everyone rests at night is where everyone works. There are no houses and no beds. Everyone sleeps with a shovel on their pillows.

On the first day, Zheng Lin still didn't dig a single spirit stone, not even a single rock was shattered, but he still had his meal on the first day, but the old man told him: "Tomorrow, you don't have to eat. "

At dinner the next day, Zheng Lin still got nothing, and he didn't go to the hut to wait in line for the meal.

Knowing that he couldn't dig out the spirit stone, Zheng Lin chose to sleep for a whole day to preserve his poor physical strength.

On the third day, Zheng Lin persisted, but on the fourth day, Zheng Lin couldn't stand the torture of hunger, so he swallowed the health pill.The energy supplied to Zheng Lin by the Yangsheng Pill made him suffer for another two days.

"I can't live through this day. Am I not killed by the man in black, but am I going to starve to death here?" Zheng Lin thought bitterly.

After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Lin didn't know how to dig out the spirit stones, and the crooked old man definitely wouldn't do extra favors...

In the early morning of the sixth day, Zheng Lin was tired and hungry, with no energy in his body, lying weakly in the mine, thinking about everything he had on earth, thinking about his parents who died early...

Just after the hour, Zheng Lin suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the empty tunnel, and slowly stood up, but saw the crooked old man walking over with frivolous steps.

The old man was holding a food box in one hand, and with the other hand behind his back, he kept beating his waist, which seemed to never straighten up.

Zheng Lin bowed his hands and bowed, and asked in surprise, "Uncle Wu, why are you here?"

The rickety old man gasped slightly, staring at Zheng Lin with cloudy eyes. After a while, he sighed and sat down on the ground, waved his hands to beckon Zheng Lin to sit down too, and said, "You're fine if you're not starving to death. Come on, Eat something first."

After the stooped old man opened the food box, the smell of the food was more attractive than before. Zheng Lin's Adam's apple turned a few times, and after swallowing his saliva, he began to eat like a glutton.

While Zheng Lin was eating, the old man suddenly took out a jug out of thin air as if by magic, unplugged the jug, and a scent of wine filled the air.

The old man handed the jug to Zheng Lin and said: "Boy, eat slowly, come, drink some soju."

Zheng Lin glanced at the old man in surprise. Seeing that although the old man looked handsome, he had a very kind expression on his face, so he didn't think much about it, took two mouthfuls after taking the jug.

When he was on Earth, he was a gangster. He could drink more than a catty of 52-degree liquor. It was the first time he had seen alcohol since he had been in this world for so long. Since it was a gift from the elders, he naturally accepted it.

However, when the shochu entered his throat, Zheng Lin regretted drinking too much——

A hot feeling raged in the mouth, throat, and abdomen, and the strength of the wine twisted through the whole body like a sword.

"Ho..."

Zheng Lin opened his mouth and let out a long mouthful of alcohol, his face flushed.

After a long while, before Zheng Lin could recover, he suddenly felt that the weak muscles all over his body began to ache again, as if there were countless needles piercing his whole body.

"Hehe, young people are still too impetuous to do things! This saber shochu is usually savored by monks in the Najing stage. You just took a few big mouthfuls. I am afraid that your master Xiao Lu would not dare to be so bold." The stooped old man said with a smile.

Zheng Lin clenched his teeth, and the pain all over his body almost made him think that it would be better to just die.

The old man didn't do anything to Zheng Lin, but said to himself: "Your master sent you here, probably because he was thinking about my few knives and shochu. He looks old-fashioned, but he is actually Good at calculating, but this time, the calculation is on my head, if I see him again in the future, I will definitely ask for my money back with interest."

Zheng Lin was in pain, but his mind was always sober. Hearing what the old man said, he knew in his heart that the old man must have a deep relationship with his master Xiao Lu.However, Zheng Lin didn't understand what the old man's words were referring to.

He wanted to talk to the old man in detail, but the pain all over his body made Zheng Lin tremble, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.