Imperial Scenic Area, Lotus New Village 601.

In the small room, the lighting can only control the light in a thin darkness, and only the shadows of the tables, chairs and benches can only be distinguished, and because there is no heating, there is no element of warmth here.

This is the temporary apartment that the "old man" bought for Yang Zhen earlier - it is also Yang Zhen's only asset, but it is also an old house in the 70s. Although it is now named "community", except for the one where Yang Zhen lives, the others have turned into a pile of rubble, and even this building is only Yang Zhen's household, and everyone else has been demolished.

Xingong City, where high-rise buildings rise from the ground and villas and mansions are blooming everywhere, is like a piece of among thousands of flowers, so distinct and outstanding.

As a generation of soldiers, living in this kind of dangerous building seems to make people want to cover their faces, for this matter, Yang Zhen mentioned to the old man more than once, and simply signed a demolition agreement, but the "old man" always put on a posture of "the king of soldiers should be like this at the beginning" and firmly refused.

So Yang Zhen could only stand on his balcony and look at the city, a gust of wind blew, bringing up sand and dust everywhere, making the building look so unruly and unruly in the ruins, and it also blew the boy's hair to hunt and fly. Every time a pedestrian passed by, he would look up at him and then bow his head and hurry.

I remember a government interview on the city TV station, when the host asked why this kind of dilapidated building was not demolished, the spokesman took out a photo and said three words:

"Because of him. ”

In the photo, a lonely teenager is in a dangerous building, his eyes are deep, the background is obliquely shining at sunset, and the picture is red and bleak.

"Is he alone in COS?" the reporter asked.

The answer was, "We call them nail households." ”

On that photo is Yang Zhen.

"Hey, old man, I want to fix the truth!" said Yang Zhen on the balcony with his mobile phone.

Just now, he finally saw the reality of this world, and was slapped countless times by the beautiful and moving fiancée, which was an unprecedented shame in his eighteen years of life, and he didn't have the slightest temper, because compared to these cultivators, the so-called "king of soldiers" is simply a green onion.

Yang Zhen wanted to be ashamed, but what was Xiuzhen? How to cultivate Zhen? Where to start? He did not have any necessary information.

But it doesn't matter, Yang Zhen believes that that old guy "pitted" him here, and he must have nothing to do with the Su family!

On the other end of the phone, only the murmur of electricity transmitted silence.

"Don't pretend that the signal is bad with me, I know you hear it!" Yang Zhen said, "Tell me the method of cultivating the truth, I am going to start cultivating the truth now, immediately, immediately!"

There was still a long silence.

Yang Zhen couldn't bear it anymore, he took a breath and was about to speak, when the voice of the "old man" Yang Mingcheng finally came from the other end of the phone:

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just checked the phone number of Xingong hospital, so ......"

"Why are you checking the hospital phone?"

"Let them send you an ambulance. ”

Yang Zhen's eyes widened:

"You think I'm crazy?"

Yang Mingcheng coughed twice: "I'm sorry, you don't need the first three words for that sentence." ”

"You~!" Yang Zhen was furious, "Don't tell me you don't know about Xiuzhen!"

"No, I know how to cultivate the truth," Yang Mingcheng said, "and I know the method of cultivating the truth, but ......"

"But?"

"Son,The road to repair is not so easy to walk.,If you don't get it, it's a thunderstorm.,I just read a novel recently.,The protagonist in it was struck back by a thunderbolt when he crossed the catastrophe.,It's really hard work for hundreds of years to return to the pre-liberation.,Speaking of this, the author hasn't updated it for a long time......"

“...... Shut up. ”

"Also, it's okay that this was hacked back. In case you get scorched, you'll have two eyes blinking or something, you're my only son~!, our old Yang family will inherit ...... generation."

"I told to shut up!"

Yang Zhen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and after a while, the "old man" changed his tone seriously:

"Son~ You have become the king of contemporary soldiers, the king of the mercenary world, and the legendary bounty hunter......"

"This kind of original 'scared to death', now the title of 'laughing dead' shouldn't be taken out and slapped in the face, right?"

"Uh~ too. ”

"In short, I want to cultivate the truth, no matter how hard and difficult it is, I must cultivate the truth! If you don't tell me the method, we will ......" Yang Zhen gritted his teeth, "Break off the relationship between father and son!"

This is a bit ruthless and weak, full of the aura of a defeated dog, but what else can it do? Although Yang Zhen wanted to beat him up, he knew that the only result of his actions was to be beaten.

On the other end of the phone, Yang Mingcheng sighed with emotion: "Son, the most important thing in cultivating truth is talent, you must be able to perceive the aura of heaven and earth. Can you?"

"How do you know I can't?" Yang Zhen asked rhetorically.

"Can you?" Yang Mingcheng laughed, "Okay, then you try to concentrate now, and then tell me what you see." ”

............

.........

......

Three minutes later, Yang Zhen squatted down and clasped his knees with his hands. The five characters sounded as sweet as poppies, and the big characters called "I have no talent" had turned into a hammer and smashed his head, even if he didn't want to.

smashed his head so much that he could barely lift it.

"However, although you are not talented, you are not completely hopeless. Yang Mingcheng's voice suddenly sounded, like a dawn piercing the darkness.

Yang Zhen raised his head suddenly: "You have to put this sentence out and say yes in the end, right?"

This sentence was said through gritted teeth, and the old man ignored him:

"If you want to cultivate the truth, you have to promise me one thing. ”

The cunning fox, at the last moment, finally showed its sharp fangs.

“.................. What's the matter?" Yang Zhen sighed after a long silence.

He knew he was being counted again.

What is a "one-time payment", what is a "long-term meal ticket", "from now on to the pinnacle of life"...... Fake, it's all a routine!

He was always greeted with only "tasks", nothing more.

Dead Old Man......

Count you ruthless!

"I haven't thought about this yet, anyway, you should go to school at Shingu University first...... Don't worry, I'll take care of the formalities for you. Yang Mingcheng said, "How...... Are you willing to accept it?"

“......... Deal!"

"Deal!"

The "old man" was so happy, even through his mobile phone, Yang Zhen could imagine him dancing, which made him hate it. But there is no way, the so-called people have to bow their heads under the eaves and endure it.

"Actually, the method of cultivating the truth is very simple. I've already given it to you......"

Yang Zheng hesitated: I gave it a long time ago? Could it be that this dead old man has been calculating today since very early on? What is the method? Why don't you know?

"It's your phone. Yang Mingcheng said.

"Cell phone?"

"You try to drip a drop of blood on it. ”

With a skeptical attitude, Yang Zhen tried to cut his finger and drip the squeezed blood onto the screen of his smartphone......

An incredible scene happened suddenly, and his eyes blurred instantly, and then the scene switched, and Yang Zhen found himself in a strange place.

The gray mist came into his eyes, up and down, left and right, hazy, like water flowing, hidden in the distance unknown, boundless.

"...... this?"

The gray mist suddenly dispersed, and Yang Zhen found that a transparent wall clock appeared in front of him, and the hands on it were pointing to 23:55.

"What is this?"

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Yang Zhen hesitated for a long time before he cautiously stretched out his hand......

The fog cleared, and another panel appeared under the wall clock, and the first few lines of words on it stood out:

Repair assistance system.

Name: Yang Zhen.

Occupation: Nomad.

Skill: None.

Checked in today: No.

Yang Zhen suddenly gasped......

"Is this the legendary system?"

Although the old man has never let him rest since he was a child, he always piles up one task after another, but every time he has a spare time for a mission, Yang Zhen will also read novels on the Internet - this is one of his few entertainments, and the scene in front of him is very similar to those "systems" he has heard of.

"Hmm~ Signed in today: No......"

Yang Zhen looked at his watch, and the time was exactly 0:00. He looked up at the transparent wall clock in the void again, and the time on it had also changed to 0:00, and it seemed that the time here was the same as the real world.

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said tentatively:

"Check-in?"

"Ding~"

A pleasant electronic sound sounded, and then the fog swung away, and a new line of handwriting appeared:

Congratulations~!

Yang Zhen was stunned, and suddenly became ecstatic: he understood what was going on, and he also understood what the so-called "cultivation assistance system" was! To put it simply, this is a plug-in that can make people who can't feel the aura of heaven and earth and are destined to have no chance with cultivation in their lives embark on the road of cultivation~!

And, just check in on time!

Countless spiritual lights overflowed from the mist like flowing water, tightly wrapping Yang Zhen's body like silk. He only felt as if he was in a dark forest, and there was not a sound around him, only darkness where he could not see his fingers.

Suddenly!

A ray of light lit up from the forest, and endless light instantly filled the entire space, and an unprecedented force erupted, and the surging aura set off a monstrous wave and slapped towards him.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was back in reality.

"That's what it is...... Ten weights of forging body?"

He noticed that he was already a little different, and his whole body was filled with indescribable subtle feelings.

He tried to jump, but instead scared himself out.

Because he jumped directly from the sixth floor to the ground, but he was unharmed.

He tried to run a few more steps, but the air around him was like a knife, and the buildings on both sides turned into lines and quickly regressed, and when he stopped, he found himself in the street.

And in the past, this was unimaginable, even if he was a generation of soldiers, he couldn't do it. Nowadays, regardless of bone weight-bearing, explosive strength, body speed...... Yang Zhendu has gone beyond the scope of normal human beings. He now finally understood why the security guard was able to hang himself.

Cultivators are not on the same level as human beings at all.

A new world opened its doors to Yang Zhen at this moment.