He began to examine that the young man Lin Zhao's home could be described as "the house is barely covered with walls". There was basically no furniture, a bed, a dining table, and an oil lamp. There was almost no extra stuff, and the yard was even empty and nothing, but it was cleaned and there was no weed.

According to the memories obtained, the young man was named Lin Zhao. He was born in this town called Tianchi Town. At the age of five, his father passed away and when he was seven, his mother also left. He was a miserable child. In the past few years, Xiaolin Zhao went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, collects honey, collects mushrooms, fishing, fishing, catching screws, catch frogs, picking wild fruits in autumn, trapping rabbits, digging loaches in winter, digging winter bamboo shoots, and picking wild persimmons. It was quite difficult to survive the mud.

Deep in the boy's memory, Lin Zhao also received a very important message. When the boy was five years old, he suddenly dropped a fire seal on his arm, and was called the Qilin Fire Seal by the old man in the town. It was an ominous sign. The appearance of the Qilin Fire Seal directly burned through the boy's Qi sea, making it impossible for him to practice at all, and he could not store any spiritual energy in his body, so he was bullied.

He rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, there was a trace of a flame burning on his right arm, which was very obvious, and looked like a flaming Qilin. I guess this was the legendary Qilin Fire Seal.

...

If you cannot practice, you will be poor and destitute.

Lin Zhao frowned. These two keywords were already quite fatal. If that were the case, how could he survive well in this world?

His eyes fell on a hoe in the corner of the yard, one of his only wealth.

It is said that this town is located on the top of a mountain ridge, which is called Tianchiling. A long time ago, Tianchiling was called the Snowy Tianchi Lake. It is said to be the ascension place of Shangxian Mingyue Pool. Before Mingyue Pool ascended, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the head of the ten famous swords in the world, was left on the earth, and it is said to be buried on the Snowy Tianchi Lake.

Therefore, over the years, countless foreigners came here and kept searching for the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword on the Snowy Tianchi Lake, almost turning the entire Tianchi Lake. However, no one could find the legendary famous sword. Instead, they dug many small black stones on Tianchi Mountain, known as Songyin Stone. This Songyin Stone is the best for making ink, and is of no use in Tianchi Town. However, the Shang Dynasty in the south was prevalent in literary fortune, and this Songyin Stone was highly respected as soon as it appeared.

Therefore, digging pinewood stones on Tianchi is one of the means for many people in small towns to make a living, and Lin Zhao is the same. From the day he could carry a hoe, his figure often appeared on Tianchi.

"Gugugugu~~~"

At this time, his stomach screamed in a bad mood, which made Lin Zhao quite sad and hungry, but there was nothing to eat at home. He had already killed the last roasted sweet potatoes yesterday as supper. Whether they could start a house today depends on whether God would give them a meal.

...

"Walk!"

He grabbed the hoe, carried it on his shoulder and went out. He endured the sound of his stomach. After walking about five miles to the deserted and open Tianchi. Along the way, many people saw him, all from the town, and a few greeted him. Lin Zhao smiled and nodded in response, very polite.

"Oh, Lin Zhao, are you here to try your luck again?"

A warrior wearing armor and sword hanging on his waist asked with a smile.

"Um."

Lin Zhao recognized him in his memory and nodded with a smile: "Try your luck, if you can dig one or two pieces of pine stones, it would be nice to exchange for a few full meals."

"Go and go."

The soldiers let go with a smile. After martial law, this Tianchi Ridge was only allowed to dig in the town, and outsiders were no longer allowed to step in.

As for the army on Tianchi Ridge, Lin Zhao learned from the young man's memory that this army was called Tianchi Army, which was left behind by the "Da Chen Dynasty" that had been destroyed by the Great Shang Dynasty. Even Lin Zhao himself was a prisoner and refugee of the Great Chen Dynasty. The commander of the Tianchi Army was named Chu Huaixi, known as Chu Shuai. He led thousands of soldiers to protect the last bloodline of the Great Chen Dynasty and went into exile here. Tianchi Town was opened on Tianchi Ridge, which has reproduced from generation to generation and has continued to this day.

Lin Zhao was too lazy to care about these things, he just wanted to have a full meal today.

So, Lin Zhao began to dig the ground.

...

It was almost noon, and the boy was sweating profusely. Under the scorching sun, every time the hoe fell, he only had his hands empty. He worked until it was approaching dusk. Lin Zhao was a little desperate. He dug a lot of stones, but they were all useless stones, and none of them were pine stones.

"Tsk tsk..."

Not far away, a big child who was about half a head taller than Lin Zhao was also waving his hoe. His name was Zhao Jin. Like Lin Zhao, they were all poor people living in the back street of Tianchi Town, but they were slightly better than Lin Zhao. Zhao Jin's father was a blacksmith who was requisitioned by the Tianchi Army, and his mother could sew some needlework to supplement the family income. At least, Zhao Jin would not have to go hungry.

"Lin Zhao!"

Zhao Jin leaned on a hoe with a joking smile on his face and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you have dinner today?"

As he said that, he untied his bag, took out a piece of bread and chewed it in big mouthfuls, and said with a smile: "I brought a big cake, but there is only one. I'm sorry, I can't share it with you."

Lin Zhao frowned and continued to dig the ground.

"You are so stupid, you can't beat a single one with three sticks!"

Zhao Jin's words gradually became vicious. He looked at Lin Zhao and sneered: "Tell me, you were born as a sinister seed of the Qilin Fire Seal. First, he defeated your unlucky father to death, and later even your beautiful mother was defeated by you to death. What's the point of continuing to live like you...?"

He raised his lips and said with a grim smile: "Why don't you die?"

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth. He knew that in his current state, he was definitely not the opponent of Zhao Jin. First of all, his body was not as strong as the other party. Secondly, the other party was full and he was so hungry that he was weak. However, Lin Zhao was not weak. He just looked up at the other party and said, "Zhao Jin, you are both poor, like me. I am a mud-legged person, and you are also mud-legged person. Why do you have to sarcasticly and sarcasticly like this?"

"Same as you?"

Zhao Jin seemed to have been greatly insulted, with a ferocious expression: "Who is the same as you? Our Zhao family has two houses on the back street and lives affluent life. Is it comparable to you, a wild man?"

“…”

Lin Zhao stopped talking, suppressed his anger and continued to dig the ground.

As a result, before the hoe was swung several times, a crisp "kneel" sound suddenly came out, and a scene that made Lin Zhao feel distressed appeared. His hoe was broken, as if he had dug something hard.

"Um?"

The boy hurriedly stepped forward, reached out and pulled open the soil, and found that it was a piece of black iron that collapsed the iron blade of the hoe into two pieces, and the iron block was completely damaged!

"What?"

The boy continued to pull out the soil and saw it clearly after a few seconds. It seemed like a hilt of a sword.

For a moment, the boy's heart buzzed and blank. Could it be that the sword dug out from Tianchi Ridge is the "Dragon-Slaying Sword" ranked first in the world's top ten famous swords?

It's impossible...

He felt a bulging heart, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it out hard. For a moment, golden light shone everywhere, and the entire mine was illuminated like daytime, but the light was fleeting. When Lin Zhao pulled out a whole sword, he found that the blade and the scabbard were already rusted, and even the scabbard was about to rust through, and the hilt was even more ragged like a whole piece of cotton wool.

Only Zhao Jin, who was nearby, discovered the clue.

"Lin Zhao!"

Zhao Jin rushed into the mine where Lin Zhao was, with a palm open, and still a grin on his face, saying, "Give me the sword!"

"Why?"

Lin Zhao was protecting the sword tightly. He realized that although the sword seemed to be a worthless ancient sword at this time, the golden light just now was too unusual. Maybe it was really a famous sword. Even if it was not the legendary Dragon Slaying Sword, it would definitely be valuable.

"Why?!"

Zhao Jin grinned and said, "Just I can kill you with one punch... Give me the sword quickly, otherwise... I will really kill you, hehe... You don't want to die without marrying a wife in this life, right?"

Lin Zhao held the ancient sword in his arms and refused to give in: "Today, you are the only one in these mines. If I die here, Zhao Jin can tell if you can tell it clearly. Can the people in the town guess that it was you, Zhao Jin, who killed me?"

Zhao Jin frowned, changed his subject and sneered, "Okay, I'm just kidding you just now to scare you. You can see what this sword looks like. The body of the sword is rusted. What's the difference between the hilt of the sword and a fire stick? But I like it and think I'm better like this..."

He shook his bag and took out a stack of white flour cakes from it. There were more than a dozen pieces. The corners of his mouth were raised lightly and he smiled and said, "How about I exchange these flour cakes for your sword? I know what you want to eat. How many times have you eaten this kind of fine grain in your life?"

Lin Zhao was shocked. In fact, he was really eager for this pile of dough cakes. After all, he had been hungry all day! But he also knew that the sword in his arms was probably not very simple.

"Don't think about it!"

The boy shook his head: "I dug up this sword and no one can take it away."

"Damn it, if you don't want to eat toast, you'll be fined!"

Zhao Jin suddenly wrapped the dough again, buzzed his arms, and sneered, "I have been learning boxing with my master for so many years, and I am about to step into the ranks of martial artists in the first realm. Isn't you just a random grasp of you, a thin monkey? Since you want to suffer the pain of flesh and blood, don't blame me for being rude."

As he said that, Zhao Jin raised his body and rushed to the scene with a fist.

It's coming too fast!

Lin Zhao had no strength left, but he couldn't dodge. He was punched at the beginning when he moved his nose, and he stumbled backwards, hitting heavily in the mud behind him. Zhao Jin rushed over with a meteor, spread his five fingers with his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword, sneering: "Just you, a waste, are you worthy of this sword? The fortune teller in the town has calculated it for me long ago. I, Zhao Jin, have the talent of a martial artist in the twelve realms, and only I deserve this sword!"

"ah!?"

Lin Zhao was hit by a punch and saw the stars appearing. When he was a little messy in front of him, he saw the ancient sword in his arms shining light. Then, a snowy and flexible woman's hand seemed to poke out from the ancient sword and slapped Zhao Jin with a "slap". As a result, the young man with the qualification of a reborn martial artist fainted on the ground with a "ah".

...

A hand grows in the sword?

"Ghost!"

Lin Zhao's scalp became numb and shivered in fear. Then he came to his senses. He threw the sword directly, turned around and ran away, returning to the ancestral home at a speed that he had never been better. As soon as he jumped onto the bed and covered himself with a quilt, he still shivered.
Chapter completed!