Ling Jinxi grew up in this world little by little, and he was amazed by the vastness of the world.

Even if he forgets everything, in the face of such a large and complex world, he will still be amazed from the soul.

There is a completely different power system here, without spiritual power, people here can still move mountains and reclaim the sea, and even walk on the moon.

The world is so beautiful, too beautiful to be true.

In the past, Ji Weiliang was always dissatisfied with that world, dissatisfied with everything, food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even the power of the city-state.

If Ling Jinxi still had a memory, he would understand why Ji Weiliang was like that.

There are many countries here, huge, powerful and too numerous to mention, and those countries have their own history and have their own complete laws and morals.

Looking at the weapons of this world, Ling Jinxi even felt that in his original world, if he fought alone, a cultivator could easily kill at least hundreds of people here, but if it was a war, then the people of this world would win.

Just like hunting demons, if you hunt demons alone, then out of safety, you can only hunt demons that are lower than your own cultivation, but with five people, you can hunt hundreds of demon beasts.

And there are more than seven billion people in this world......

Ling Jinxi lay on the floor, looking at the encyclopedia, his mind full of amazement.

"Xiao Ling, it's time to eat." Mom's gentle voice came from downstairs.

In this world, Ling Jinxi has a very happy home, his father and mother are both university professors, and his family is also well-off, he has an older sister who is now studying.

After a few years, Ling Jinxi will also start reading, and everyone in this world must read, because that is the source of their strength.

Their minds can light up the night sky, they can't fly, but they can reach farther places faster than Edgeworth, they have clean water at their fingertips, and they can see endless prosperity and abundance when they raise their eyes.

And Ling Jinxi's hometown in this world is just a small city, a small corner of this great world.

"Is it delicious?" Mother looked at Ling Jinxi, her little son, has a very big idea, and he is very skinny, he dares to do anything, and if he doesn't pay attention, he runs away without a trace, and he can't pull it.

Ling Jinxi ate two bites casually, and was attracted by the TV again, put down the bowl, sat in front of the TV and refused to eat.

"Xiao Ling, if you don't eat obediently, you will be angry when your sister comes back." The mother is helpless, the boy is really more naughty, and she has spent too much effort on her son.

"Mom, I'm full."

"Huh?"

Ling Jinxi turned his head and ran out of the door, he ran very fast, like a gust of wind, he likes the feeling of running, and also enjoys all sports, he is a person who can't be still, he always likes to go out for a run.

A man appeared on the bridge in the distance, and the man seemed to be watching him.

Ling Jinxi involuntarily ran towards that person, using all his strength, breathing, it began to become difficult, his eyes began to darken, but he still wanted to get close to that person.

Finally, Ling Jinxi fell to the ground with a rapid gasp, watching the man disappear into his eyes like that.

When she woke up in the hospital, Ling Jinxi looked out the window, her chest was still hurting, it hurt very much, but why? He himself can't say it well.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay." Mom hugged Ling Jinxi, and Dad and sister were also by her side.

Listening to her mother and father's explanations, Ling Jinxi knew that she had a chronic disease, and she couldn't exercise excessively, so she had to carry medicine with her, otherwise the onset of the disease would make him unable to breathe, and even if he gasped for breath, he couldn't supply his body with enough oxygen.

"Got it." Ling Jinxi didn't care, he didn't die yet, he could continue, and he would just bring the medicine and continue to run in the future.

I don't know why, the young Ling Jinxi didn't have any fear of life and death, and he didn't have the joy of escaping death.

When Ling Jinxi was six years old, he began to learn martial arts, which he asked for himself, I don't know why, he just liked this, even if his body was not suitable at all, he stubbornly insisted on training.

Knocked down every day, often with injuries, he is still tall

Happily run unscrupulously.

Even if the teacher said at the beginning, his body is destined to fail him to reach the peak.

When he was nine years old, his grandfather began to teach Ling Jinxi calligraphy and games in order to make him quieter.

"It's a great talent, your talent is not smart, although you are indeed smart, but smart is a lot of worthless, your talent is much more useful than smart." Grandpa looked at the chess game and praised Ling Jinxi.

"Hmm." Ling Jinxi just snorted, noncommittal to her grandfather's words.

"Aren't you curious? What is your talent?" Grandpa asked Ling Jinxi with a smile.

Under the sunset, the orchids next to the chessboard bloom elegantly.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Jinxi fell, "Grandpa, I don't like to play chess, and I won't play chess with you every day in the future."

"That's your greatest talent." Grandpa smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Then do you still want to continue learning martial arts?"

"I'll continue to learn swordsmanship." Ling Jinxi seriously accompanied her grandfather to finish the game of chess, and then ran away again.

He loved swords, he liked mechanics, he liked many, many things.

Every day after school, a classmate would shout his name at the door, and he just ran away without looking back, he was either rushing to train or catch up with the competition.

Although the teacher said that he had limited talent, he was the first provincial champion in this small town.

If you make up your mind, you will not hesitate, even if it is hell.

This is Ling Jinxi's rarest talent.

At the age of seventeen, many classmates held hands, but Ling Jinxi was still running wildly all the way, he was like a butterfly who had locked himself in a glass box, only caring about his own wonderfulness.

He has friends, it seems that he has a lot of friends, he can say hello to anyone, but he doesn't have time to do more, and his life is packed with his own.

Finally, his weight was too light to qualify for the senior group, and in the face of the coach who forced him to eat, Ling Jinxi chose to retire.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" Mom and dad asked him so.

"Unfortunately, I know what I'm doing." Ling Jinxi picked up her schoolbag, "I'm going to the library for self-study, if you want to convince me, then you can talk enough here."

Ling Jinxi is such a person, black and white, he knows very well what he wants and what he is doing.

At the age of nineteen, Ling Jinxi was admitted to the university of his choice, but he was still busy, learning some things that interested him, ignoring many rules in the mouths of others.

He thought he would live his life so willfully and self-consciously, but he ......

A sudden earthquake almost killed him.