Night.

Jinling Base City, a suburban slum.

The living environment of human beings has been compressed, and the base city has long been at a loss for every inch of land, so it stands to reason that there should be no such boundary as a slum.

But there are always exceptions.

The slum of the base city, which is at the boundary of the protection range of the city's energy shield.

Because there were powerful soul beasts fighting with humans, the environment in this area was seriously damaged, and humans with a little money were unwilling to live here, let alone the soul beasts that occupied most of the territory of Blue Star.

Although the environment here is extremely poor, and there is always a risk of soul beast attacks, there are always so many people who can only live here in order to survive.

Over time, the fame of the slum spread.

Wang Ling carried two black bags and nodded in response to the enthusiastic neighbors as usual, except that his eyes were more resolute and confident, and he could not see any difference from the original.

No one knew that after this trip, Wang Ling had changed into a different person.

All the way back, when he was about to reach the door of his "single-family villa", an old man appeared in the sight of Wang Ling.

It's getting cooler, but the old man is still wearing his trademark white vest, lying leisurely in his chair. His wife was not idle, holding a small stool and a big fan to fan him from time to time.

The scene is particularly warm, just like an old man who knows that he is about to enter the earth, leaving no effort to experience the beauty of the world.

- If there is no such thing as the next scene.

Abrupt.

The old man's nose moved, his eyes opened suddenly, and suddenly a carp rolled down from the chair, and the thief's eyes swayed from side to side, as if he was looking for something.

A pair of bright eyes fell on Wang Ling, and he rushed over with a "sigh".

"Okay, you! Wang boy, why did you come back so late today? The old man cared.

"Uncle Chen." Wang Ling smiled "hehe", and was about to reply, when a black hand reached over, wanting to snatch the black bag in his hand.

Wang Ling's eyes rolled, his legs were slightly forced, the bag was torn back a few centimeters by him, Uncle Chen grabbed it with one hand, and the surprise in his eyes flashed.

"Okay, you!" Uncle Chen grabbed it again, and Wang Ling retreated again to dodge, but this time the plan was empty, and the black bag in his hand was snatched away in an instant.

"So fast!" Wang Ling inhaled secretly, and didn't even have time to react!

In the past, his physique was weak and his reaction was slow, and every time he was grabbed by Uncle Chen, he snatched the bag.

But now, because of the Mixed Yuan Dao Palace, his physique has increased by more than five times!

Naturally, the reflexes are also multiplied.

However, he didn't even survive the second hit.

This Uncle Chen ······

"Huh! Bullpen Mountain's! Old man, I've been thinking about this for a long time! Uncle Chen sniffed the mouth of the bottle with a fan, revealing an intoxicated look.

"Go, go, don't disturb the old man, I'm drinking." Uncle Chen waved his hand.

"Uncle Chen is very skilled." Wang Ling smiled and returned to his "single-family villa" with another bag.

"Drink less." After seeing Wang Ling leave, the old woman stepped forward and snatched the wine bottle from Chen Lijun's hand.

"Eh, Xiaomei, I'll take a sip every night, I can't sleep if I don't drink it." Chen Lijun was greedy.

"Don't get down to business yet!" Mei Ying's red eyes glared, and Chen Lijun was immediately well-behaved.

"This royal tomb ······" Mei Yinghong's face was slightly solemn.

After a moment of silence, Chen Lijun suddenly became serious: "Great progress, very great!" Big incredible! ”

"It stands to reason that if you want to dodge my attack, you also need the strength of a three-star soul pawn, although I put some water, but ······ It's also a bit abnormal, so abnormal! ”

Chen Lijun shook his head: "His strength is obviously much greater, and his eyes seem to be a little deeper, and even I can't understand what he's thinking." ”

Mei Yinghong frowned: "You say, will he join there?" ”

Chen Lijun shook his head decisively: "Impossible, Wang Xiaozi grew up with us, he ran out of the orphanage when he was six years old, and supported himself by growing vegetables and selling money, he has his own perseverance and beliefs, and no one can change it." ”

Mei Yinghong was a little worried: "Then ······ him"

Chen Lijun shook his head slightly: "I'll find a chance to test it, the day after tomorrow is the awakening of soul power, I have been looking at the seedlings for so long, if those people dare to make a move on him······ Even if the rest of my life is wasted, I will definitely want them to look good! ”

Mei Yinghong stared at the house of the royal tomb, and was distracted.

Seeing such a good opportunity, Chen Lijun snatched the liquor and drank it in a big gulp.

"It's not a straight type." Mei Ying gave him a red look.

After a long time, Mei Yinghong's eyelids sank slightly, and she said in a low voice: "Is there really no way to treat your disease?" Those top alchemists abroad ······"

"Hehe," Chen Lijun smiled freely: "My old bones are not worth the price." ”

"Besides, it's nice here, how comfortable! Moreover, isn't this also digging a good seedling? ”

"His cultivation talent is extremely strong, and there is a raging flame hidden in his body, so he will definitely be able to become a powerful alchemist in the future."

"Maybe I'll have to rely on him to heal this injury in the future." Chen Lijun laughed and took a big sip of wine.

The camera zooms out, and the old man drinks freely, but the old grandmother rarely stops him.

······

"Uncle Chen······" Wang Ling leaned against the door, muttering quietly.

In Wang Ling's memory, Chen Lijun was by his side like a grandfather, but Chen Lijun didn't like the title of "grandpa", so he asked Wang Ling to call him "Uncle Chen".

This house belongs to Uncle Chen, and Uncle Chen also gave him a lot of care in his life, if it weren't for Uncle Chen, Wang Ling might have starved to death.

Since he was eight years old, after Chen Lijun learned that Wang Ling's dream was to become a soul martial artist, he didn't know where to find a training plan for Wang Ling.

Although Chen Lijun did not teach Wang Ling personally, he would also have a relationship with Wang Ling from time to time.

Originally, I thought that Chen Lijun was just an ordinary martial artist, after all, if he was a soul martial artist, even if he was just a soul pawn, he would not be able to live in the slums after years of accumulation.

Can ······ now

"Hehe, this is like a protagonist!" Wang Ling thought about it, and suddenly became excited.

Attached to the martial spirit, the old man pointed out······ I'm about to take off this time!

Such a good resource can't be wasted, go back and find an opportunity, you must let Uncle Chen give you two tricks!

"It's over, it's over!" Wang Ling was suddenly shocked: "I came back late today, and I forgot to fertilize and water!" ”

Wang Ling hurriedly ran to the backyard with a black bag, and the whole backyard was surrounded by a low brick wall, and about a hundred square meters of land were planted with green vegetables.

To be able to grow such high-quality vegetables in a wasteland like a slum, the cultivation skills of the predecessor are also very good.

Integrating the memories of his predecessor, Wang Ling, an outstanding graduate of Agricultural University, has a much deeper understanding of agricultural planting, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in this field.

However, it also requires some tools and a lot of money.

Now he can only fertilize and water in a step-by-step manner, and in two days a batch of fresh vegetables will be baked.

Because his physique has improved a lot, the wooden stakes that Wang Ling used before can no longer support his cultivation, so Wang Ling has to go back to the house to rest and think of a way tomorrow.