Zhang Lin left the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty with his bundle on his back. He headed north, occasionally looking back.

In the evening, Zhang Lin was exhausted. He went to the stream to drink water, then opened his bundle. Inside were clothes, dry food, and a bag of money containing loose silver and copper coins.

Zhang Lin munched on a flatbread, gazing intently in the direction of the capital. His eyes were resolute as he said, "Grandmother, your grandson will definitely return home in glory and take care of you in your old age."

Awoo!

The howls of wild beasts echoed through the forest.

"No way!"

Zhang Lin immediately ran to the nearest big tree and climbed it with great effort.

As night fell, Zhang Lin huddled in a tree, trembling all over. He dared not close his eyes to rest, watching the wind and grass around him, afraid that wild animals might approach.

call out!

A whooshing sound came from high above.

Zhang Lin looked at the cultivators flying by on their swords, his eyes filled with envy. "I want to become a cultivator too."

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty has many powerful cultivators, but flying is forbidden in the capital. Zhang Lin had never seen a cultivator flying on a sword before, so he thought flying on a sword was very impressive.

"I want to cultivate immortality..."

Snap!

The branch broke.

Zhang Lin fell heavily to the ground.

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Lin opened his eyes, feeling pain all over his body. He gritted his teeth and stood up. "Zhang Lin, you can't let Grandmother down. What's this little pain? You can do it."

"Still can't do it?"

Zhang Lin knelt on the ground and wept.

After a short rest, Zhang Lin used the broken tree branch as a walking stick. He leaned on the branch and walked in the direction where the cultivators had left the night before, thinking of cultivating immortality in the immortal sect.

As noon approached, Zhang Lin felt thirsty. He saw a village ahead and wanted to ask for some water, but when he got closer, he saw that the village was in a mess, with crisscrossing sword marks and people who had been cut in half on the ground.

"vomit!"

Zhang Lin vomited incessantly.

"Could it be the cultivator who passed by last night?" Zhang Lin's attitude towards cultivators changed from admiration to awe.

In the evening, Zhang Lin found a dilapidated temple to stay in. The temple was drafty, and the night was filled with wind and rain, making the dilapidated temple feel like a waterfall. Zhang Lin did not sleep well all night, and the next day he could only drag his tired body to continue his journey.

Half a month later, in Pingyuan City.

The largest city near the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The teahouse was bustling with activity; it was a place where information was readily available, and Zhang Lin wanted to inquire about news regarding cultivation forces.

"Get out of here, you beggar! Don't disturb my business!" the teahouse owner shouted angrily.

"I am not a beggar."

"You're not leaving, huh?"

The teahouse owner rolled up his sleeves.

Zhang Lin was forced to leave the teahouse. He hadn't bathed for days, had been living in the open, and his clothes were tattered, making him look like a beggar. He could only squat outside the teahouse, listening to the customers inside gossip.

An elderly man with a limp, leaning on a wooden cane, walked over and glared fiercely at Zhang Lin. "Don't you know the rules? This street is my territory. Do you want to be beaten?"

Zhang Lin ignored the lame old man.

The old man swung a wooden stick and smashed it on Zhang Lin's head.

Zhang Lin rubbed his head as he got up. The wooden stick was heavy and hurt a lot when it hit him, so he could only move away. He grimaced and said, "You bad old man, you deserve to beg for food!"

"You unruly brat, don't let me see you again. Every time I see you, I'll beat you," the lame old man threatened.

"snort!"

Zhang Lin left with his fists clenched.

Zhang Lin's stomach began to rumble. He still had half a flatbread in his bundle, which his grandmother had made, and he couldn't bear to eat it. "I'd better go buy some food."

The aroma of mutton soup and the golden fried scallion pancakes filled the air. The street was filled with all sorts of delicious food, and Zhang Lin kept swallowing. Although he still had a bag of money left, he dared not spend it recklessly, since he didn't yet have the ability to make money.

"Let's just eat steamed buns."

Zhang Lin intended to buy steamed buns, but when he arrived at the stall, he found a meat bun lying on the ground.

Zhang Lin unconsciously swallowed, thinking to himself that he was being treated like a beggar, so what did he care about saving face?

"What's the value of face?"

As Zhang Lin bent down, a stray dog ​​suddenly rushed over and snatched the meat bun right in front of him.

"You bastard, don't run away!"

Zhang Lin was already seething with anger, and now he was being provoked by a stray dog. Naturally, he couldn't take it anymore. He chased the stray dog ​​for two blocks and finally watched it disappear into the alley. "Damn it, even the dog is bullying me."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

People around him saw Zhang Lin fighting with a dog for food and laughed heartily. The jeers made Zhang Lin unable to lift his head. He saw a lame old man not far away playing the victim, and the copper coins in his broken bowl kept increasing.

"I can't outrun a wild dog, but I can't outrun you, you wicked old cripple." Zhang Lin wanted to take revenge on the lame old man.

Taking advantage of the old man's inattention, Zhang Lin picked up the broken bowl on the ground and ran away.

"Damn little thing, don't run away!"

Zhang Lin ran forward without looking back, his smile bright, as if he had finally released the emotions that had been suppressed for so long.

Bang!

Suddenly, a stick struck Zhang Lin on the head.

Zhang Lin saw stars and stumbled to the ground, knocking over the broken bowl in his hand and scattering copper coins all over the ground. Looking back, he saw that the lame old man had already come close.

The lame old man was nimble on his feet, and Zhang Lin was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet. Fortunately, the lame old man was more concerned about the copper coins on the ground and did not chase after Zhang Lin, which gave him a chance to escape.

Zhang Lin slunk away from Pingyuan City.

The Imperial Observatory was clearing mountains and dilapidated temples. There were many dilapidated temples in the Great Xia territory, and Zhang Lin found a dilapidated temple outside the city to stay in.

Just as a fire was lit in the dilapidated temple, a burly man carrying a knife walked in. Looking at the man's imposing figure, Zhang Lin couldn't help but feel nervous; he was ready to run away at any moment.

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