He took the money and put it in his own pocket. www.biquge.info Wang Lin knew that he had to leave after all, unless he was really willing to be an ordinary person for the rest of his life. But is that still me? Wang Lin, who was pondering, suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if a monster was coming out of his brain, and the tearing feeling made Wang Lin almost crazy. Finally, the pain reached the limit of what he could bear, and Wang Lin fainted happily.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next day, and remembering the pain he had endured last night, Wang Lin was sweating profusely. Could this inexplicable headache be the after-effect of falling into the trap last time? Probably I really broke my brain, it doesn't seem to be, except for the headache, there is nothing wrong with it! Maybe, after a while, it will be fine.

Shook his drowsy head and went to wash his face, of course, don't think about hot water, what makes Wang Lin the most painful when he comes to the other world is the most common thing on the earth---- toothbrush. People here rinse their mouths directly with water, and they also use wicker dipped in green salt to rinse their mouths if they love cleanliness and conditions. This made Wang Lin, who was used to toothbrushes, very unaccustomed, but there was no way. After packing up his things, Wang Lin had to go to the field to help. Today's work is easier, the efficiency of the waterwheel is incomparable to manual, abandon the heavy bucket, just guide the water flowing out of the waterwheel to the place where it should go. The family used to have to work for three days, but now it is all done in one morning.

Wang Lin, who had nothing to do in the afternoon, planned to find someone, that is, the only teacher in the entire village who had gone far away. That is, at the rally that day, the first person who did not hesitate to support the repair of the waterwheel. The only private school that Wang Lin came to in Zhuangxitou was actually a small courtyard. It's not school time, so the gate of the courtyard is closed. I stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a washed white robe opened the door. As far as Wang Lin knew, the only one wearing a robe was Mr. Lin. I remember that his name seems to be Lin Zhiyuan, and he is one of the few foreign surnames in the entire Xiaolinzhuang.

"Isn't this Brother Wang, hurry, please inside, you repaired the waterwheel and saved the capable people of the whole village." Wang Lin was invited into the courtyard, and through a "lobby" for students to study, he walked into the back room and sat down.

"What are you doing here?" said Mr. Lin.

"That's right, I heard that Mr. Lin went out to study in his early years and went to many places, so I would like to ask Mr. Lin if there are any bigger cities nearby. Sir knows that I have suffered a head injury and have forgotten a lot of things, even where my home is, and when I heard about your deeds, I came to ask him for something, and maybe I can remember something. "Wang Lin sent out the amnesia Dafa that has been tried and tested.

Sure enough, Lin Zhiyuan knew everything about Wang Lin,

After chatting, the topic turned to cultivating immortals.

"Mr. Lin, is there really an immortal in this world?"

Lin Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, I don't know if there are immortals, but there are indeed [cultivators] in this world, and they are known as land immortals, so the world calls them immortal masters. ”

"Can they live forever?"

"Immortality?hehe, maybe a real immortal can live forever, a cultivator just lives longer than an ordinary person. Wang Lin didn't notice that there was an inexplicable melancholy when he said this, and he was obviously also a person with a story.

Wang Lin was a little disappointed, and then relieved, after all, they were not real immortals.

"Then how can you become a cultivator?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked at Wang Lin meaningfully, "Everyone has asked this question. As far as I know, becoming an immortal cultivator requires something called a spiritual root, but there is no one in ten thousand when mortal bodies gather spirits. In other words, not necessarily one of the ten thousand mortals has a spiritual root. But all those who have spiritual roots are the pride of heaven. This is just the most basic condition for cultivating the truth, and it takes a practice to truly embark on the path of cultivation. However, the exercises are generally the secrets of the major sects, and it is not easy to obtain, if you can get away with these things, you can become a monk at the lowest level. However, this is only the beginning, cultivating immortals is to compete with the heavens for longevity, which is against the heavens and is not tolerated by heaven and earth. It is a road that is destined to be bumpy, and not everyone can go down. ”

Lin Zhiyuan seemed to mean something after speaking, but unfortunately Wang Lin is not a person who is willing to be ordinary, and Wang Lin can only thank him for his kindness. It was not early, and although I was still unsatisfied, it was not good to stay for a long time, so I had to say goodbye and leave. Seeing Wang Lin leave, Lin Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly, "The current relatives of the New Year, they just don't listen to persuasion." Turning around, he thought about how he was not like this when he was young, "If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back!"

The open door closed slowly and windlessly.

Wang Lin didn't notice all this, as soon as he returned to the hut, a sharp pain hit his head, this time Wang Lin simply rolled his eyes and fainted.

In the next few days, Wang Lin was disturbed by headaches every night, and he was miserable. Within a few days, the whole person lost weight, and the only **** person in the village used the doctor Xue Blind to conclude that he was deficient in yang essence and his body was weak.

Wang Lin scolded secretly, "I'm relying on it, how can I be a young man, you are empty, your whole family is empty." If this is passed out, how will he behave. ”

That's not all, what's even more excessive is that this old blind man wants to give him a pair of secret tonics, Wang Lin is so frightened that he runs away in a cold sweat. He knew that the day before yesterday, Grandpa Xue's family used the secret tonic of the blind Xue to breed the cow. Fortunately, this problem only happens at night, so you don't have to worry about fainting on the street. But this pain really drove Wang Lin crazy.

At night again, Wang Lin sat on the bed and covered his head with a quilt. Sure enough, the expected severe pain still came, and for a moment Wang Lin let out a suppressed scream, and his body was worse than death. But this time it wasn't as expected before

Fainted, tearing sensation unusually clear. If someone came in from outside, they would find that Wang Lin's eyes were completely silver-white, which was extremely terrifying. At this time, the sun had just set outside the house, and the sky that should have been in darkness suddenly turned red, and the sky for hundreds of miles was dyed blood. The wind and clouds are throbbing, the beasts are roaring, and the heavens and the earth are visionary.

At this moment, in the distant Central Continent, a huge peak stands on the top of the sky, and in the main hall capped with three big characters [Tiandao Peak] flashing on the mountainside, the eyes of the old man in the moon robe seem to penetrate the void, and the magic light in his hand flickers, evolving the heavens and the earth. "Is everything normal? Is it just a natural change in the sky?"

The same conclusions came from all the hidden places of the continent.

At this moment, Wang Lin naturally didn't know anything, and it wasn't until the vision of the sky disappeared that Wang Lin's eyes recovered a trace of clarity.

.... Didi, the system is starting,

The system boot is complete.

Warning!Warning!99.98% damage to the main body of the system

Failed to fuse with host!

Initiate Forced Fusion!

Fusion Success!

The system intelligence program is about to crash, countdown: 5-4-3-2-1-0

Wang Lin felt that a voice had been in his head, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear it clearly, and it wasn't until the voice disappeared that Wang Lin completely woke up. Shaking his head, Wang Lin let out a long breath. It seemed like years had passed.

"Huh, what is this?" Wang Lin suddenly found that there was an extra thing in his head, a space with a large fingernail!, yes, although it was only the size of a fingernail, it was indeed a space. Wang Lin looked forced

"Is this the legendary golden finger of crossing welfare?" Well, in fact, when Wang Lin was in college, there was a professor who was particularly fanatical about space exploration, and since the space enlightenment textbook issued by this old professor was a time-traveling novel written by some of his apprentices, it was also called interest cultivation, but it was written well. In the novel, the golden finger is all awesome and explosive, but he has crossed it, but this golden finger is too stumbling, just this small space has the use of wool! Wang Lin has a deep resentment.

After a night of thinking, Wang Lin finally realized a truth------- novels are all lies. It's all on your own.

After a few days of familiarity, Wang Lin has a certain understanding of his golden finger. First of all, this space can grow, and in the past few days, my space has become a little bigger. It is said to be small, because it is not visible to the naked eye, but fortunately, it at least shows that it can be made larger. There is also the fact that by putting a small stone into the space, Wang Lin gains absolute control over the small stone. It can be divided into smaller particles, or its shape can be changed. Seeing this function, Wang Lin immediately thought that it was equivalent to a material decomposer and a combination of a three-D printer. It's the perfect machine, but it's just too small. There is also the fact that it can't put living things, Wang Lin can put dead little insects into the space, but not alive. Wang Lin was a little disappointed, if he could put living creatures in it, would he be able to transform or even create creatures. In short, Wang Lin felt that he was a god in space, and space was a god's domain, and he could command everything. It's just that this divine domain is too small.