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Seeing Zheng Lin like that, the stooped old man couldn't bear it, but he didn't help, or was powerless.

Just silently watching Zheng Lin rolling on the ground, the old man still didn't move, took a sip from the wine pot, and continued: "When you are young, there is no harm in suffering a little bit, only forging a pair of steel bars It is very difficult to refine this knife shochu, and its medicinal properties are strong, which can hit the drinker's tendons quite hard, but it also has a very good nourishing effect. For people like you who have broken tendons It is said that as long as you endure this period of pain, your tendons will become somewhat tougher, and if you drink continuously for a year or so, you may not be able to step into the path of cultivating immortals again."

Zheng Lin heard the old man's words very clearly. He was in pain just now, but now he felt a little more persistent in his heart.

"Although the tendons and veins are expected to recover, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear, and it will be necessary to continue to endure it intermittently in the future. It's really hard to suffer!" Zheng Lin couldn't speak, but his mind was surging like a tide.

Seeing that Zheng Lin's bitterness eased and his expression was resolute, the old man showed a look of admiration in his eyes, and continued: "If you suffer a little now, the rewards in the future will naturally be rich. When you encounter suffering, you will be a little more resilient, and in the cruel world of cultivating immortals, you will have more capital to go further, and even break out of the cocoon and become a fairy."

Having said that, the old man was speechless, and continued to drink Dao Shaojiu, only taking a sip each time and never drinking more.

Zheng Lin's pain lasted for nearly an hour, but Zheng Lin, who was full of hope, persisted until the end and never fell into a coma.In his two lives, he is not the kind of person who seeks pleasure, and there is also a stubbornness in his bones, so he will not be overwhelmed by the few sips of wine he swallowed.

"You are still weak now, so take a good night's rest." Seeing that Zheng Lin had recovered, the stooped old man left after saying a word.

Just lying on the ground like that, after panting for a while, Zheng Lin fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Zheng Lin saw his parents from his previous life, and saw Xiao Fuyu bid farewell to him with tears in his eyes...

They are all encouraging Zheng Lin, expecting that Zheng Lin can persevere, expecting that Zheng Lin can achieve something, and expecting that Zheng Lin will no longer be as muddle-headed as he was in his previous life...

When Zheng Lin woke up from his sleep, he found that his whole body was exuding a disgusting smell of sweat, so he ran out of the tunnel and washed his body by the pond more than [-] meters away from the hut.

For so many days, Zheng Lin spent most of his time lying on the bed, his body was very emaciated, and it was the first time that Zheng Lin took a vague look at himself in the pool.

Unremarkable, Zheng Lin can only use these four words to describe himself now.

On the thin face, the brows are still open, the eyes are clear and bright, the skin is sallow, and the black hair hangs down the shoulders. The whole person looks like an ugly young man on the earth, but he has a different kind of personality. temperament.

This kind of temperament has a kind of free and easy unruly world affairs, but also has unyielding fortitude. If Zheng Lin wants to pretend to be himself, he only needs to be unsmiling, and his face alone will make people think that he is simple and reliable.

However, if Zheng Lin wants to pretend to be as casual as in his previous life, it will not be easy. Even his sinister smile looks so harmless and unreal.

He, Zheng Lin, seemed to be an honest person by nature, with a bit of honesty in his bones.

"Someone who looks like this is willing to murder someone, it's really inhumane!"

Zheng Lin was very satisfied with his appearance, and at the same time couldn't help but despise the man in black who plotted against him.In his opinion, such a "respect" of himself will definitely make more than half of the people directly let go of their vigilance against him, and those who are wary of him must always use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. The deep generation.

Back in the mine, Zheng Lin picked up his shovel, and suddenly felt that its weight was much lighter, as if his physical strength was stronger.

Zheng Lin laughed at himself and said: "This should be my psychological effect."

The words of the rickety old man yesterday and the refreshment today made Zheng Lin full of confidence in his ability to recover, so he felt that he was a little overconfident.

When Zheng Lin waved the shovel and shoveled the extremely hard rock a few times, Zheng Lin was delighted to find that the shovel in his hand would not be bounced back directly again, but a little bit of stone powder was between the shovel and his body. The room swung open.

"Haha, it really works!" Zheng Lin couldn't help the excitement in his heart, and couldn't help exhaling.

"It doesn't work, how could I let you suffer that kind of torture!"

Zheng Lin was too excited to notice that the rickety old man was already looking at him not far away.

After hearing the old man's words, Zheng Lin turned around and bowed deeply to the old man who was holding the food box.

The old man didn't help him, and received a big gift from Zheng Lin. After putting down the food box, he said with a smile: "After eating, take another sip of Dao Shaojiu. Remember not to drink as much as yesterday."

Eating delicious food, Zheng Lin was afraid of the pain like Ling Chi, but at the same time he was full of expectations for his recovery.

After finishing the meal with contradictory thoughts, Zheng Lin bit the bullet and took the knife and soju wine handed over by the old man, but took a sip timidly. Seeing his complicated expression, the old man laughed and scolded: "Boy, drink more , can’t kill anyone.”

Laughing awkwardly, Zheng Lin drank a large gulp of Dao Shaojiu, and the familiar and terrifying pain hit his body again.

In this way, Zheng Lin was tortured for more than a month. However, after more than a month, he was able to mine spirit stones like everyone else, and Zheng Lin drank up all the knives and shochu of the crooked old man.

Now Zheng Lin, the toughness of the tendons has returned to half of the original level, and the strength has also reached the second level of Tongqiao.

It can be cultivated, but the skill that the tendons can withstand is only at the second level of Tongqiao. If he wants to go a step further or take a few steps, he needs to continue to strengthen the tendons, but without the knife and wine, Zheng Lin will not strengthen the tendons pulse way.

For this, the old man is also very helpless, he has tried his best.In the old man's own words, if he hadn't owed Xiao Lu a favor back then, he would never have been so generous to Zheng Lin.And the most important thing is that the old man's current cultivation base has not yet reached the stage of concentration.

A crooked old man who was called senior brother by Elder Dongfang Mingyu was actually at the stage of enlightenment, which made Zheng Lin very puzzled. When asked why, the old man smiled and said nothing, unwilling to explain the reason to Zheng Lin at all.

In the end, the old man said meaningfully to Zheng Lin: "Everything depends on yourself! Where there is a will, there is a way! As long as you don't give up, as long as you have perseverance, as long as you pay enough, no matter how bumpy the road ahead will be, you will eventually succeed." It will still be crushed."

Hearing this, Zheng Lin could only nod his head speechlessly. He understood the ancient sayings of "a iron pestle is ground into a needle" and "a drop of water pierces a stone" in his previous life, but when faced with difficulties and obstacles, how many people can remember those wise words? Woolen cloth?