Yang Zhen blinked, wondering if he had read it wrong.

He shook his head vigorously and focused his gaze on the panel again, but there were still four eye-catching characters on the panel:

Thank you for participating.

It seems that this check-in system does not give rewards every time......

"Okay, it's a bit of a surprise, but it's bearable. ”

Yang Zhen decided not to care, and signed in again at twelve o'clock that night, but what he got was:

Thank you for participating.

Day 4: Thank you for participating.

Day 5: Thank you for participating.

Day 6: Thank you for participating.

...... After that, Yang Zhen checked in on time every day for a week, but apart from these four words, he never read anything else.

So on the fifteenth day......

Gray Mist World.

The young soldier king sat on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had been drained of his strength, and as if he had lost his faith.

He finally confirmed the fact that the rewards given by the system were random, and the probability of receiving them was ridiculously low, as for the first two days...... It was just a momentary explosion of character.

He wanted to scold a "pit dad", but thinking that he was cheated by "dad", he didn't think it was appropriate.

Just when Yang Zhen gradually began to despair, he suddenly noticed something:

Why do I have to rely on system repair?

Yang Zhen was slammed by this system before, and he was a little suspicious of life, and he didn't react until now - he couldn't cultivate before because he couldn't feel the aura of heaven and earth, in other words, he was "not qualified to get started".

But now he's getting started!

"Does this mean that you can feel the aura of heaven and earth now?"

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen hurriedly returned to the real world and tried to close his eyes and concentrate......

Really!

He clearly felt a mysterious aura flowing slowly in the air.

This discovery lifted Yang Zhen's spirits: it seems that the guess is right! I can already feel the aura of heaven and earth, so I don't rely on the system, and I also have a way to cultivate the truth!

It's slower, but it's ......

"It's nothing, this is the normal path of cultivation, and it was called opening and hanging before. People can't be 'hanging', down-to-earth is the last word. Yang Zhen comforted himself like this.

And also!

Even if this system reward is like buying a lottery ticket - the probability of winning is extremely low, but no matter how low it is, there is a probability, isn't it?

Anyway, there will always be a day when you can get a reward when you sign in every day, as long as you put your mind at ease, it's not a big deal. And the most important point: even if the cultivation speed will be slower in this way, he can also enter the gray mist world to avoid during the Heavenly Tribulation in the future, so the Heavenly Tribulation will not be a threat to him.

So the "plug-in" still exists, but it's not as rebellious as it is taken for granted.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, but then he sensed another problem:

How to repair normal cultivation?

Shu Xiaoman once said: "Now Xiuzhen is inherited by the family......

Yang Zhen immediately thought of the "old man": since this system was given by him, then he must have some peerless exercises in his hands. So he immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed Yang Mingcheng's number.

"I'm sorry, but the phone you are calling is off. ”

......

Yang Zhen couldn't help frowning: "The old man" never turns off the phone, where did the people go?

Although it's understandable that the protagonist's parents are generally high-risk occupations, it's too ...... to suddenly disappear or something.

Yang Zhen pondered for a long time, and decided not to think about it anymore, and he dialed Shu Xiaoman's phone again.

However, after listening to Yang Zhen's request, Shu Xiaoman on the other end of the phone didn't speak for a long time.

There was silence in the earpiece, and Yang Zhen thought that the other party refused to believe that "a monk with a ten-fold body would not know how to cultivate the truth", so he hurriedly added:

"You know, I had an accident while cultivating...... Amnesia. ”

Amnesia - a tried-and-true panacea, killing gods, killing Buddhas, killing Buddhas, killing demons, destroying demons, whether you cross rebirth or transforming, as long as you hold out these two words, the NPC with excellent IQ will also instantly reduce intelligence, and willingly give the information, which can be described as a necessary artifact for the protagonists to travel at home and kill people and sell goods.

But this time it didn't seem to work, the other end of the phone was still silent, and after a long time, Shu Xiaoman's voice came out of the earpiece:

"Yang Zhen, it's not that I don't want to help. You also know that now cultivation is all family inheritance, and the exercises are the foundation of cultivation and the secret of the family, so ......"

Although she had tried her best to be tactful, Yang Zhen's heart was still gloomy: it seemed that Yu Meng didn't need to ask.

What to do?

"But......" Shu Xiaoman's words changed, "maybe there is another way to help you." ”

"Huh?" Yang Zhen suddenly became interested.

This is really a village with no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and bright!

"You can go to the auction. Shu Xiaoman said.

"Auction?"

"Although cultivation now relies on family inheritance, the resources that a family has at their disposal are limited after all. Between the Xiuzhen family, there are always items that need to be exchanged. So every once in a while, the Xiuzhen family will take out something to exchange with other families, and this is the auction. Shu Xiaoman said, "There are magic weapons, spirit pills, spirit beasts in these auction items, and of course, there are also the exercises and cheats you need." ”

"That's it~" Yang Zhen was already completely interested.

"And when do auctions usually take place?" he asked.

"Every place is different. Shu Xiaoman said, "As far as our Shingu City is concerned, it seems that the next auction will be in three months." ”

Trimester?

It's not too long.

But it's better to prepare as early as possible.

"Thank you, Xiao Man!" Yang Zhen thanked him as he was about to close the line, when he suddenly remembered that he had almost forgotten the most important thing.

"By the way~!, there is another question:" He hurriedly said, "What do you have to prepare for the auction?"

"It's nothing, just bring money. ”

Money?!

Yang Zhen was shocked: he was suddenly a little frightened.

An ominous premonition began to turn into a cold sweat and appear on his back.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"Ready...... How much?"

"Not much. Shu Xiaoman said, "The low-level exercise cheats are only about 1 million US dollars...... Hey, Yang Zhen, are you still there? Hey, hey?"

The girl suddenly noticed that there seemed to be no sound on the other end of the phone.

Strange, is the signal bad?

※※※

601 Lotus New Village.

In the small room, Yang Zhen stood in the living room with his mobile phone, maintaining a posture of making calls, frozen.

There was a busy sound of "doodoo" in the earpiece, Shu Xiaoman couldn't wait to hang up the line, but Yang Zhen didn't notice it at all, and it took a long time before he silently retracted the wire, and then sat on the tattered sofa, inserted his fingers into his hair, and combed it back.

Million......

Also the dollar......

Is this called much?

Of course, in his 18-year career as a soldier king, he has fought drug lords, captured giant thieves, destroyed countless terrorist groups, and countless births and deaths. But the problem is that all the money is collected by the "old man", and his own pocket money is pitiful, and he can only buy a katana on the ground - this is still 18 years of savings in exchange.

A million dollars?

It seems that this Shu Xiaoman's family is quite rich......

Yang Zhen let out a long breath, to be honest, these families are really ...... Have they all lost their eyes on money? People who have cultivated the truth still talk about vulgar things like money, shouldn't they be in line with the setting of "those who eliminate demons and defend the way to save the world, such a cheesy thing as money is not needed"?

I really can't understand what these people think.

"What should I do if I want to make $1 million in three months?"

The night outside the window was getting deeper and deeper, Yang Zhen looked at his watch, and it was time to sign in every day again. He returned to the world of gray fog, waited for the hour, and then confirmed the check-in with the mentality of just in case.

It turns out that today it is no surprise that it is also:

Thank you for participating.

Back to reality, those three big words were still lying in front of him.

What to do?

Outside the window, the first white of the fish belly appeared in the eastern sky, and the sound of the newspaper delivery motorcycle mixed with the cold wind of the early morning was sent into the room, and the night was slowly leaving.

Yang Zhen had been sitting on the sofa all night, trying all kinds of methods, but he didn't have a clue - he even wanted to simply take another task, but in the past, his tasks were sent to him by the "old man" at home, and he was only responsible for execution, and now the "old man" can't be contacted, and he doesn't even know who to ask for the task.

Yang Zhen raised his head blankly, and on the cracked wall, the old perpetual calendar was showing the new date, which also showed that he had no more than 3 months left, only 2 months and 29 days left.

"Forget it, don't think about it yet. Yang Zhen stood up from the sofa, "I promised to die that the old man was going to go to school at Xingong University, today is the day to report, let's rush over first, otherwise the old man will come back and go crazy, but he won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

Alas ~ students......

Yang Zhen smiled bitterly: It seems that being a student is the fate of the king of soldiers. This is how generations of soldiers have seized the limelight of the school grass, swept away the campus beauties, and waved their sleeves without leaving a cloud, while generation after generation of school grass can only silently squat in the corner of the wall and compare their middle fingers.

Yang Zhen cleaned himself up a little, then turned around and walked out of the house.