Walking down the winding mountain road, Lin Ling touched his stomach along the way.

After eating the bowl of green liquid, he always felt that his stomach was hot, as if a small sun was shining, but this feeling made him not harmful, but his spirits were uplifted.

There are many flowers and plants along the mountain road, and it is lush.

Lin Ling shook his head, how could he see these flowers and plants greeting him?

I must have gotten dizzy. Lin Ling smiled.

The Qingyang tribe is surrounded by mountains on three sides, only the south side is connected to the plain outside, the terrain is low, and a large river flows out of the vast mountains in the north, and most of the tribesmen build stone houses along this big river.

The river represents the source of water, water is the source of life, represents hope, the closer to the river the better the quality of the stone house, like the tree god altar square is built against the river.

Lin Ling's identity in this world is an orphan, his parents were killed by the monster when a monster attacked the tribe, everyone saw him pitiful, and he usually helped him, it can be said that Lin Ling grew up eating a hundred family meals.

Lin Ling's home is in the east, a small stone house, far from the big river, in a remote location.

A dilapidated wooden door, a dozen dried wild vegetables hanging on the overhanging beams of the stone house, a small stove outside the house, except for a stone bed in the house, it can be said that it is destitute.

After eating Feng Lao's bowl of medicinal liquid, his stomach was still full, so Lin Ling simply went to bed and saved dinner.

It was the height of summer, the weather was hot, and the small animals outside the window were screaming weakly.

Lying on the bed, Lin Ling pillowed his head on his arms, and his heart was full of thoughts.

crossed.

What will you do after crossing into this vast, unpredictable and unpredictable world? What about your parents on Earth?

Thinking about it, Lin Ling fell asleep in a daze.

A good night.

The next morning, the sky was dawning and the stars were bright.

Lin Ling woke up from his sleep, remembering in his mind yesterday when Elder Feng asked him to go to him when the stars were bright.

After washing up in three or two, Lin Ling hurriedly walked to the north mountain.

Then in front of Feng Lao's stone house, Feng Lao was already sitting on a stone bench, with a stone table and a pot of tea in front of him.

"Sit down. Feng Lao smiled.

Lin Ling sat down as he said.

Feng Lao slowly drank a cup of tea before he spoke: "The forbidden wasteland is vast, and the monsters are vertical and horizontal, and it is extremely dangerous. Within a radius of 10,000 miles of the Qingyang tribe, there are three tribes, namely the water tribe, the demon mark tribe, and the Weitong tribe, plus our Qingyang tribe, called the four major tribes, saying that it is the four major tribes, in fact, it is boasting, the northern forbidden wasteland does not know tens of thousands of miles, and some large tribes, the four major tribes are just remote countryside. ”

Lin Ling's heart was shocked, and he was amazed, and he sat upright and listened.

"In the forbidden wasteland, the most powerful force is the monster, the monster, the monster, is divided into four categories: demons, demons, demons, and true demons, each of which carries a variety of strong breaths, divided into twenty-four types, and the more monsters they carry, the stronger they are. Among them, the most common demons are the most, the demons are the second, and the true demons are the least and the most powerful. The forbidden wasteland is thousands of miles away, full of monsters. ”

Lin Ling could hear it, and couldn't help but say, "Then how can we compete with it?"

Feng Lao glanced at him and said, "In the early years of the Divine Yuan, the twelve god lords came, distributed in twelve directions, and protected the human race. There are ancestors who have the power to perceive the rules of God, enter the Tao, and create a supreme avenue. From now on, the talented and powerful people of our human race can communicate with heaven and earth, envoy monsters, and cultivate magic tricks at the same time, so as to resist the attack of monsters, such people are called demon masters!"

"Demon Master!" Lin Ling heard for the first time and couldn't help but say, "How can I become a Demon Master?"

Feng Lao didn't answer, and said to himself: "Demon masters are rare, and they can't be obtained by those with outstanding talents. Most of the people in the world practice the method of wrestlers, but their power level is far from comparable to that of the demon master. You have been blessed by the Lord of Well-being, and for some reason, you have the hope of becoming a magician. ”

After hearing this, Lin Ling was overjoyed, got up and said respectfully, "Please teach me Elder Feng." ”

"It's too difficult to become a magician, you have to be inspired first, and after reaching the peak of inspiration, you have to communicate with the spiritual veins and open the door to the void in order to make the monster. The spiritual vein is a prerequisite for becoming a demon master, and there is no one in ten thousand. When you were asleep, I have examined your body, and although I don't know the attributes of the spiritual veins, the merits and disadvantages, but I do have the spiritual veins. ”

Feng Lao took out a book from his arms and said slowly: "Yesterday's medicinal liquid can enhance your soul power, it is suitable for cultivating this spiritistic technique, you go back to practice, come and ask me if you don't understand." ”

Lin Ling took it respectfully with both hands, bowed his head and said, "Xie Fenglao!"

By the time he looked up, Feng Lao had already walked into the stone house.

Lin Ling impatiently turned on the psychic technique and looked into it, but saw pictures and texts, which made Lin Ling addicted to spells.

Unconsciously, an hour later, Lin Ling walked down the mountain, it was early in the morning, and the tribe was very lively, everyone came and went, bustling.

Qingyang tribe is known as one of the four major tribes, with a population of more than 10,000, and the tribe has dense buildings, with special commercial areas, residential areas, and martial arts training areas, which can be called a small town.

Seeing Lin Ling, the people of the tribe had different expressions.

Lin Ling was blessed by the tree god, which made everyone very envious and jealous, plus Feng Lao obviously favored this kid, so he had a feeling of awe and envy for Lin Ling.

However, the people of the tribe are simple and kind by nature, and most of them are still happy for Lin Ling, an orphan whose parents died.

"Third aunt, the cucumber seedlings you gave me last time are ripe, come to my house to pick a few one day. ”

"Yo, fifth sister-in-law, you are really getting more and more beautiful. ”

"Grandma Wu, your old man is in good health, Ling hasn't seen you for a long time. ”

Lin Ling smiled and chatted with his uncles and aunts, not like a villain who changed his face once he gained power, which made everyone more kind and smiled.

In the distance, the leader Lin Qianshi and several tribal elders looked at Lin Ling and nodded.

It is undoubtedly a great joy to have a tribesman blessed by the Lord of Health and well-being, and to have a spiritual vein that is unique in ten thousand.

But sometimes happy events can also turn into bad things, in case this clan has a bad nature and is a ruthless white-eyed wolf, then it is not a happy event, but a big bad thing.

Now it seems that this Lin Ling's feelings for the tribe are still very deep and worth cultivating.

Lin Ling walked around the tribe and returned to the hut at noon.

"Gollum!"

Touching his stomach, fighting in the Five Organs Temple, swallowing his saliva, Lin Ling picked up the shovel and walked towards the vegetable field next to him.

The vegetable field is only three points of land, which is very small, but it is the foundation of Lin Ling's life.

The word "wasteland" is not for nothing, and the wasteland is not only barren, but also hard as iron, and extremely difficult to cultivate.

Lin Ling's three-point land was used to use the flesh and fur of the monsters he had received in the original demon hunting battle as a reward to ask the wrestlers in the clan to reclaim it, and over the years, he had relied on this vegetable field to feed.

There are three kinds of vegetables scattered in the three-point vegetable field, including cucumbers, black eggplants, and magic peppers.

The cucumber vine winds along the bamboo pole, verdant and dripping, and there are more than a dozen round cucumbers on it, which looks very strong, and the breeze blows the green leaves, which looks elegant and pleasant to the eye.

Cucumbers are a species that bears fruit once, and after bearing fruit once, it never bears fruit again, and people often eradicate the roots and seedlings after picking the fruit.

Lin Ling picked off more than a dozen cucumbers, picked up the shovel, and was about to shovel it to the roots, when suddenly a childish voice came.

"Ah, spare your life!"

Lin Ling was startled, and the shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Who's—who's talking? Lin Ling picked up the shovel, stabilized his mind, swept his eyes, and said loudly.

There was silence everywhere.

Lin Ling laughed at himself in his heart, he must have hallucinated, and he scared himself.

He picked up a shovel to uproot the cucumber vine, but the voice sounded again.

"Oh, please don't kill me!"

This time, Lin Ling heard it clearly, and his heart was shocked, and suddenly he remembered a fragment of spiritism in his mind, so he concentrated his energy, stared at the cucumber vine, and emitted friendly thoughts according to the description of spiritism.

"Is that you?"

The green branches and leaves of the cucumber vine swayed, and the voice was crisp and pleasant: "Little brother, don't kill me." ”

Lin Ling was surprised, sure enough, after practicing spiritism, he was able to communicate with all things, and it was really amazing to be able to communicate with him.

Lin Ling thought about it sideways, this was his first psychic creature, and it really had great commemorative significance, so he decided not to kill it.

"Thank you, little brother. The thought of the cucumber vine came.

Next, Lin Ling communicated with the black eggplant and the magic pepper, and found that the spirituality of these two plants was far inferior to the cucumber vine, and he could only send some babbling information messily.

He thought for a moment, remembering that the cucumber vine was transplanted by him from the back mountain, and the black eggplant magic pepper was planted from seeds, could it be that there was a connection?

However, Lin Ling was still very happy, and he was determined to work hard to cultivate and see this magical world.