On the bronze mirror, with a corner broken, a pale and boring face was reflected.

After staring at this face for a long time, Lin Yong had to accept a reality: he was no longer the Lin Yong of the game world he was familiar with, but Lin Yong, a third-class martial artist of the Great Yue Dynasty!

I shook my head hard, the last memory of my previous life was to fall asleep physically and mentally exhausted, and after waking up, I came to this world called the Dayue Dynasty.

Picking up the coarse porcelain bowl, Lin Yong poured the water in the bowl into his stomach in one go, and the cold water made his body twitch a little, and the whole person quickly sobered up a lot.

The owner's memories emerged quickly, and after sorting them out, Lin Yong already had a general understanding of the environment he was in.

A thousand years ago, Dayue Taizu beheaded the green dragon and set up the world, and in order to suppress the major sects, he set up a town to supervise the Quartet.

Zhenwuwei is all over Dayue, originally just to deal with martial artists who don't listen to discipline, but with the frequent emergence of strange phenomena, the objects of Zhenwuwei have also changed from ordinary martial artists to all kinds of ghosts!

Lin Yong was originally a disciple of the outer sect of the Lieyang Sect, and three months ago, according to the arrangement of the sect, he entered the town martial guard and became a third-class martial guard of Qingyang Town!

Before entering Zhenwuwei, Lin Yong was still full of expectations for entering Zhenwuwei, but after entering for half a month, Lin Yong regretted it.

The probability of a one-year loss of the third-class martial arts of Zhenwuwei is seventy percent!

Nine days ago, Lin Yong was given the task of posting a soul talisman to the Xibi Ancient Tomb.

Lin Yong originally thought that this task was very simple, but he never expected that the Xibi Ancient Tomb, which had no abnormal movement on weekdays, would be so gloomy at night.

The cold and cold air around the ancient tomb made Lin Yong feel a pain like a pinprick, although it was only half an hour to complete the first round of posting that night, but Lin Yong, who was not weak in qi and blood, couldn't afford to be sick after returning.

In the end, the main master, who was in endless weakness, was occupied by himself.

This body is still very weak at this time, and there is a feeling of weakness when you take two steps. Lin Yong could even feel that there was a cold current running in his body.

"Knock knock!"

A hurried knock came from outside, and just when Lin Yong hesitated to open the door, the door had been rudely pushed open.

"Wang Lao Liu, what are you knocking on, maybe this kid has already died, it's really not the right time for the fuck to die, and you have to draw lots to paste the ancient tomb in Xipi!"

The scolding voice spat out from the mouth of a stout man, and he was taken aback when he saw Lin Yong.

Obviously, he never expected that Lin Yong would stand in the room casually at this time.

"Haha, are you still alive?" the stout man was surprised and delighted: "Lin Yong, you prepare well, the night after tomorrow, you have to go to the Xibi Ancient Tomb for a walk!"

Before Lin Yong could answer, the stout man's eyes had already fallen on Lin Yong's shabby table.

On the table was a gray stone the size of a baby's fist, which was not too conspicuous in the dim light.

But the stout man's eyes were full of greed.

Lin Yong's eyes also fell on the stone, and the memories of the stone filled his heart.

This is a first-class spirit stone, and it is also the money that the owner has worked hard for.

According to the rules of Zhen Wuwei, subordinates who accept dangerous tasks will receive a reward, and this first-class spirit stone is Lin Yong's reward.

"It's useless for you to keep this thing, I'll put it away for you first. The stout man said as he stretched out his hand and grabbed the first-level spirit stone.

The first-grade spirit stone is worth one hundred taels of silver, which is very valuable in the Dayue Dynasty, and now this stout man obviously wants to take advantage of Lin Yong.

The master is a cowardly man, coupled with the fear of stout men, in the face of stout men's cunning and recklessness, his greatest possibility is to be obedient.

But Lin Yong is holding back an evil fire, where can he succeed?

"Luo San, you put it down for Lao Tzu. ”

The stout man Luo San's hand stopped in mid-air, he looked Lin Yong's thin body up and down in astonishment, and then said angrily, "What did you say?"

"Lao Tzu told you to put it down now!" Lin Yong's voice was faint, but with an unquestionable taste.

Luo San smiled, stepped forward and said: "Boy, it seems that you haven't opened the house for three days, are you owing to clean up, right? Come on, come on, take advantage of Lao Tzu's free time, just compare with you!"

As he spoke, Luo San stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Yong's shirt fiercely.

Luo San's move was very fast, even if Lin Yong's blood was not lost, it would be difficult to dodge at this time, let alone now.

"If you take this spirit stone, then I will tell Cheng Tou that you will take over the task of pasting the soul suppression talisman to the ancient tomb in Xibi. ”

Lin Yong's words were unhurried, but Luo San's face stiffened suddenly.

He is not afraid of Lin Yong, but he is afraid of Cheng Qianshan!

Once Cheng Qianshan sent him to take over Lin Yong's task, although his cultivation was not weak, he did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to retreat with his whole body.

However, isn't it a fool to just watch that there is a advantage and not take advantage of it? How can he be willing......

"Luo San, let's go, why do you have to worry about a person who is going to die. A young man with a thin face walked in quickly.

Luo San had the steps, immediately got off the donkey down the slope, and said with a smile: "Boy, Wang Lao Liu intercedes with you, and I won't be like you." ”

"Hehe, this spirit stone, I'll wait for you to die and then get it!"

While talking, Luo San and the two of them left Lin Yong's room. Lin Yong didn't care too much about Luo San's threat, what he thought about the most was Luo San's words - he will go to the Xipi Ancient Tomb tomorrow to post talismans!

Lin Yong, who has fused the memory of the master, knows very well that if his body is pasted again, it will be a dead end!

The reborn self is not much stronger than the main Lin Yong!

If you don't stick the talisman, according to the rules of the town guard, those who disobey the order will be killed!

And fleeing, this choice sounds good, but according to the memory of the master, almost all those who escape from the town guard are a dead end.

The strong are still like this, not to mention Lin Yong's current half-useless situation!

What should I do? Is it really just a matter of dying?

Although he came to this world inexplicably, Lin Yong, who felt that if he died this time, he would never be able to live, and he really didn't want to die at this time!

Sitting on a one-foot-high wooden pier, Lin Yong grabbed the spirit stone and thought about countermeasures while playing with it!

To live, to live!

According to the master's guess, the Burning Sun Sect's Flowing Fire Forging Body Fist was cultivated to the sixth level, and the qi and blood flowed like beads, and the body was quenched, which was almost able to resist the invasion of cold qi.

However, the master's Flowing Fire Forging Fist has been trapped in the fifth layer, and there is still a gap between it and Xiaocheng.

For this heavy gap, the master worked hard for three years, and even at the peak of his state, he failed to break through this shackle.

Not to mention that in the current situation of losing both qi and blood, there is no possibility of a breakthrough at all.

Is it really a dead end......

Lin Yong, who woke up from his thoughts, felt that something was missing, he looked around him carefully, and suddenly thought of the spirit stone in his hand, as if he didn't know where to put it!

The first-level spirit stone of one hundred taels of silver is gone? The first-level spirit stone that he just offended Luo San and wants to protect is gone!

At the moment when Lin Yong was surprised in his heart, he felt as if something was running in his heart, and when he paid attention, a dialog box instantly appeared in his heart.

Level 1 Energy: 105

Power: 0.6

Spirit: 0.2

Constitution: 0.3

Skill: The fifth weight of the Flowing Fire Forging Fist

What is it and what is it used for?

Just when Lin Yong was puzzled, a voice sounded in his ears: "When the first-level energy reaches one hundred, it can form a uniform wealth card, is it formed?"

"Formation!"

A red card, quickly replacing the dialogue panel, appeared in Lin Yong's heart. Looking at the card that did not have any patterns, but gave people an incomparably mysterious feeling, Lin Yong instinctively wanted to use it.

And just when Lin Yong was full of speculation about the purpose of this card, he heard a voice ring in his ears: the first-level Junfu card, you can choose any one of all the Quenching Yuan Realm martial artists within one kilometer, and choose one of the attributes or skills that both the host and the chosen person have to average it.

After averaging, both the host and the selected person are averaged for the skill, with an average time of fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, everything was back to normal!

The average time is only fifteen minutes, and after fifteen minutes, someone else's is still someone else's. When he thought about the use of this Junfu card, Lin Yong felt that the usefulness of this Junfu card was really a bit chicken.

Since it's average, why not average permanently!

For Lin Yong's complaint, he didn't have any response in his heart. Obviously, the system of the Junfu card seems to think that his problem is really a bit ridiculous.

"Do you use a Level 1 Equal-Wealth Card?"

The red font appeared in Lin Yong's heart again, feeling the first-level Junfu card in his heart, Lin Yong couldn't help but want to click on it.

No, you can't order it, if this Junfu card really works, I'm using it now, so what should I do tomorrow night?

Lin Yong's curiosity was finally suppressed. Although he still has doubts about this Junfu card system in his heart, this is the only straw that saves his life after all!

The time of the day passed very quickly for Lin Yong, who had crossed, and before he knew it, it was already dusk the next day.

"Lin Yong, it's time to go. Luo San's vicious voice came from outside the door.

When Lin Yong walked out of the door, he not only saw the gloating Luo San, but also saw more than a dozen martial arts soldiers watching the excitement.

These warriors were expressionless, and their eyes were very indifferent.

At this time, they looked at Lin Yong as if they were looking at a walking corpse.

"I bet he won't survive tonight!" Luo San fangs and claws, his voice was extremely high-pitched, as if this was the only way to show his forward-looking vision.

Of course he won't survive tonight, if you want to bet on how long he can last in the ghost grave in the west and fall, I guess half an hour!"

All kinds of discussions sounded in an instant, and in this discussion, Luo San already had an extra piece of silver in his hand: "I bet within twenty snaps of my fingers, and he will fall!"

"I guess he's within thirty snaps of his fingers!"

Looking at these noisy soldiers, Lin Yong picked up the lanterns that had been prepared a long time ago and walked towards the outside of the courtyard!