The sky was overcast and it was drizzling.

In an empty training ground.

A group of teenagers formed a circle, and Zhen Jin fell to the ground at this moment, surrounded by the teenagers in the center.

The young men looked down at Zhenjin, laughing and taunting constantly, with heavy disdain on their faces.

The leading boy was tall and tall, with blue hair that stood upright on his scalp like several inches of steel needles.

The green-haired boy crossed his arms and stepped on Zhen Jin's shoulders: "Zhen Jin! Remember, your Bai Zhen family is just a subcounty and a loser! A guy like you also wants to be on an equal footing with us?

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The green-haired boy suddenly raised his foot, stepped on Zhen Jin's head, and laughed ferociously: "I will teach you a lesson today! From now on, no matter where you see us in the castle, we will teach you

I bow my head obediently, make way for me obediently, and shrink to the side!"

"A lower-class noble should behave like a lower-class noble. If I see you looking at me Qingkui at eye level again, I will beat you to a cripple."

"have you understood?"

Qing Kui roared loudly and used his foot force to crush Zhen Jin's head into the mud.

"Ming... understand. Cough cough cough!" Zhen Jin made a difficult voice.

"Hahaha." Qingkui raised his head and laughed triumphantly, released his feet, and walked away.

Before leaving, he left a message: "Of course, Zhen Jin, if you are not convinced, you can challenge me at any time. I, Qingkui, am waiting for you anytime, anywhere!"

"Cough cough cough." Zhen Jin struggled and sat up with his upper body. Because he had just opened his mouth to speak, mud and water inevitably flowed back into his throat, triggering another cough.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the teenagers all lost interest.

"Bah, what the hell!"

"Why does he want to challenge Master Qingkui?"

"With his embroidery needle, hahaha."

The rain started to fall heavily, and the young people gathered around Qing Kui and entered the castle with bursts of laughter.

Zhenjin sat in the mud, letting the rain hit her body.

He was covered in scars and looked extremely pale. After being stunned for a moment, he turned his eyes slightly and stared at a sword in the mud.

That's his side sword.

This is a very thin rapier.

The bayonet sword was soaked in muddy water, and it seemed that it no longer had the sharp light it once had.

The memory stops abruptly here.

Zhen Jin returned to reality and couldn't help but frown slightly: "I am a member of the Bai Zhen family? The territory seems to be in the south. Shengming is a southern noble who joined the empire in the past hundred years. It seems that it was once an earldom?"

About a hundred years ago, in order to end the final conquest as soon as possible and unify the human continent, Emperor Shengming took the initiative to recruit and surrender the last remaining stubborn forces in the human race.

These stubborn forces turned into the new aristocracy of the Shengming Empire.

However, the previous brutal wars had long caused a deep hatred between these new nobles and the old nobles under the command of Emperor Shengming.

A large number of relatives and friends between the two sides died in the battlefield. Both sides were stained with the blood of each other's tribesmen.

Therefore, Zhen Jin, who represented the new aristocratic force and joined the Temple and became a Templar candidate, was naturally targeted and suppressed by the old aristocracy.

Zhen Jin felt a little confused.

This was a humiliating memory that reappeared in his mind at this moment, but it did not bring him anger or hatred.

"Strange, I feel very calm, as if a passerby is watching."

"Another point……"

What he focused more on was not the content of this memory, but another question - why did the memory surface?

"The memory came about when I tried to use the long sword."

"It's also a weapon. I tried a scimitar before, but no memory emerged. But when I grasped the hilt of the sword, it did."

"When I was by the river, the first memory I remembered was the oath taken when I joined the temple. At that time, it was the first time I heard the word Templar from Zi Di."

Zhen Jin reviewed these two experiences and speculated: "It seems that the key to recreating memories is to find a trigger point."

This trigger point may be a word, or it may be a physical object, such as the current sword.

Think more deeply about Acupuncture.

He looked at the ordinary long sword in his hand and asked himself in his mind: "If I was holding not a long sword but a stabbing sword at this time, would my memories reappear more?"

"I want to activate my fighting spirit, what kind of trigger point should I actively look for?"

Zhenjin and Zidi dug a hole together and buried the bodies of the two guards in the soil.

The two of them continued to set off.

With Zidi guiding the direction, the route is the same as the previous exploration route.

The two of them no longer dared to go deep into the rainforest.

It seems that the deeper you go, the greater the chance of encountering a gold-level monster.

With no way to activate fighting spirit and magic, the two of them were in a very dangerous situation. Rather than exploring randomly in an unfamiliar environment, it would be better to return along the original path.

At least the crises during this journey were either resolved or detected.

Of course, there will also be new changes like the bloodline centipede.

But compared to other routes, this is undoubtedly the safest choice.

After trekking for a while, it was getting late.

The boy and the girl carefully selected a place and arranged it hastily - they would spend the night here tonight.

It is not difficult to collect dry branches, grass leaves.

Beside the pile of firewood, Zidi was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a spark stone in each hand.

Click, click.

She collided two spark stones with each other, and soon blue sparks were produced.

The sparks fell into the hay and turned into dots and twos of orange. The orange quickly expanded on the hay and soon started to burn.

First there was a faint puff of smoke, curling up.

Zidi quickly put away the Spark Stone, puffed up her small mouth, and blew out bursts of breeze.

Fanned by the breeze, the fire in the dry grass quickly expanded, the light smoke turned into thick smoke, and then the flames immediately rose and turned into a flame the size of a fist.

"It's done." Zidi's face lit up, she immediately stood up and took a few steps back.

In just a moment, the flames completely expanded and burned, forming a bonfire.

Zidi carefully put away the two spark stones.

In the past, all she had to do to survive was to snap her fingers and create a small flame.

This is one of the magician's tricks.

But on this island, black iron-level magic methods cannot be used at all and are strictly prohibited. On the contrary, ordinary fire-making methods such as spark stones are more practical.

Without these sparks and flints, it would be quite troublesome to make a fire with bare hands.

The burning bonfire brings warmth and light, driving away the darkness of the night.

There was no barbecue on the bonfire. Boys and girls sat around the bonfire, eating dry food and opening water bottles to drink water.

Whether it was sparks, dry food, or water, they were all looted from the corpses of the two guards.

Although dry food is difficult to swallow, in this case, there is nothing to be particular about.

This day's trek was full of thrills. They were able to save their lives in the face of gold, silver and many other magical beasts. They also gained a certain amount of equipment, as well as sufficient food and water. All of this made the two of them feel extremely lucky. What else could they have done?

Extravagant wish?

After eating and drinking enough, the boy and girl carefully organized and stored the remaining food and water bags.

Zhen Jin calculated in his mind, frowned slightly and said: "According to the current food and water, it is only enough for us to eat for two days."

Regardless of whether they are girls or teenagers, their food intake is much higher than that of ordinary people. Especially for Acupuncture, their food intake is more than three times that of Zidi.

This is not surprising.

Zidi practices magic, and her life level has jumped to the black iron level. And Zhenjin is likely to have a silver level of cultivation. The higher the life level, the greater the food intake, and the higher the requirement for external nutrition.

Zidi estimated: "Next, if we return along the original route, it will still take seven days to get out of the rainforest. But it doesn't matter, we brought enough supplies on the way here and established several campsites along the way. There are several campsites,

There are still some supplies left. If nothing else happens, there should be no problem with food."

Zhen Jin nodded and felt relieved.

He took out his sword and wiped the blade with an oilcloth.

Weapons require maintenance.
To be continued...