After leaving the Spirit Hall, Fang Ling felt that the scenery was just right.
The huge scorching fireball hanging high in the sky became warm, and the world suddenly became bright from its original gray and black color.
After a year of begging, the cheater finally woke up.
A little obscure, but better than nothing.
From then on, he was qualified to reach the top!
People feel refreshed when happy things happen.
"Aunt Wu, have you eaten?"
"It's a really nice day today."
"Uncle Wang, has your son gained weight again?"
"Old beggar, have you changed the place where you beg today?"
Fang Ling walked happily on the road, holding the certificate and greeting others constantly.
Although no one wanted to talk to him and turned their heads away or spit on the ground, the old beggar who had failed in the fight for territory just stared at him deeply without saying anything, but he was not angry.
I am happy today and I should celebrate.
After a while, he walked to a familiar butcher's shop.
"Fatty, look!" Fang Ling held his head high and showed him the proof.
"How dare you come here, you little cripple who stole meat! What do you want me to see?"
The fat man looked at the familiar beggar, chopped the knife, and inserted it directly into the chopping board with a "thump", trying to take it from him.
"Don't touch it. Put your greasy hands down." Fang Ling was afraid of damaging it, so he retracted his hand and took it back.
"My martial soul has awakened! With the first-level soul power, I can enter Notting College to study!"
"Ah? You really have awakened your soul power?"
The fat man's eyes were full of disbelief, and his mouth was almost dislocated.
"What martial spirit?"
"sickle!"
Fang Ling raised his right hand, and with a flash of light, an iron sickle with a wooden handle suddenly appeared in his hand.
Under the sunlight, the metallic blade looks even sharper and brighter.
If you get hit, there is no doubt that you will be seriously injured.
"Just wait and see, Fatty, I will definitely become an excellent combat soul master in the future!"
"Then I'll have the money to pay you back!"
"Ouch~!"
The fat man complained and slapped his thighs.
Immediately, a flattering smile appeared on his face, vividly showing Fang Ling what it meant to change one's face.
"Look at what you said. You will be a noble soul master in the future. What are two pieces of meat? Why pay for it?"
"Come on, I'll give you two more."
The fat man took the initiative to select two pieces of meat that were just the right size, with alternating fat and lean parts, and passed them to Fang Ling after stringing them together with a straw rope.
"If you want to eat, just come and get it. I hope you can take good care of me in the future."
"Thank you for the meat. I really need it now, but I don't owe you any favors. I will definitely return it to you if I say so."
At this time, Fang Ling set a rule for himself that he should not owe favors to others easily.
Favors are easy to owe but difficult to repay.
In Douluo Continent, will also has power.
He is a trustworthy and grateful person. In order not to bring hidden dangers to his climb to the top, he chooses to start with small things and not go against his own heart.
In this way, your thoughts will naturally become clear and your practice will be smooth.
Even if it has no impact on your practice, it doesn't matter.
When someone helps you, you should return the favor to the best of your ability. This is the right thing to do.
"But I have to wait until I have money." Seeing what the fat man wanted to say, Fang Ling touched his head and smiled awkwardly.
I have no money now, so I can only buy on credit.
"It's okay. Do whatever you want. If you are willing to pay it back, you can pay it back when you have the ability to do so in the future." The fat man did not argue too much and relaxed the conditions to the extreme.
"Okay, I'll be leaving now. Thank you for the meat. Go ahead and do your thing."
Fang Ling said goodbye to him and walked towards his dilapidated courtyard.
The wooden prosthesis fell on the stone slab, making a crisp sound of "da da da".
"Fatty Han, I see that lame little beggar didn't seem to pay, can you also buy me two pieces of meat on credit?" a stall owner nearby shouted.
"Get lost, I have the first level of soul power, and I will be a noble battle soul master in the future. Who the hell are you?"
Fatty Han, the butcher shop owner, was too lazy to pay attention to the stall owner's shocked expression. He looked at Fang Ling's small back as he walked away, his eyes full of envy:
"Soul Master! Why haven't I awakened my soul power?"
After walking for a while, Fang Ling returned to his territory, an abandoned courtyard on the edge of the city.
There were no windows or doors, and he had covered the holes in the wall with mud.
The gate of the courtyard was in tatters and only half of the tiles on the roof were left, but it was enough to keep out the wind and rain.
After a careful inspection, Fang Ling saw that the marks and signs he made when he left showed no signs of having been moved, and only then did he feel at ease to enter.
Then they began to tirelessly set traps along the route.
There are some under the wall, made of sharpened wood,
In addition to mouse and bird traps, the most common one is this defensive trap.
In addition to this, defensive traps are hidden in the weeds of the yard.
The whole yard is full of them, and if you get bit by one of them, they will give the invader a severe beating.
This good habit has saved him more than once.
Because as we all know, beggars also want to fight for territory.
And because no one cares about the beggars' lives, they are particularly cruel.
Fang Ling is young, thin, and a cripple.
He is only six years old, and even five when he first traveled through time. Only by being ruthless and using underhanded tricks can he ensure victory.
He also chased away several people.
After setting the trap, Fang Ling started to cook the meat.
First, use a sharp broken knife to cut it into small pieces on the stone slab, throw it into the pot, add some rotten vegetable leaves, and the only seasoning is salt that you have bought with all your money.
The simple food was incomparable to the sumptuous meals in his previous life, but Fang Ling still ate it with relish.
This just proves the old saying from the previous life: when people are extremely hungry, they can eat anything.
Not to mention the rare delicacy of meat.
After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth with a leaf and began to try to study the origin of the points.
This research lasted until the evening.
There was no oil lamp, the stars were sparse at night, and the moonlight streamed directly into the room.
Only the bonfire in front of me was still bright.
However, firewood is not easy to come by, so there is no need to consume more. Fang Ling did not add firewood after dinner, and let it slowly dim again.
The plug-in has not been researched to any great effect, and no method has been found to increase points.
Fang Ling was a little anxious.
But when he thought about the fact that he had just awakened his martial soul and the cheat had just been revealed, his anxiety faded.
There is still a lot of time, and you will find a way to increase the points.
Accompanied by the chirping of insects, singing of birds, and the whistling of wind through the hall, Fang Ling fell into a sweet sleep, resting on the wooden neck pillow he had carved himself.
Everything seems fine.
Until midnight.
"ah!"
A short but high-pitched cry of pain woke him up.
Even though the owner of this voice tried his best to suppress it, and it even stopped abruptly the moment it was uttered.
But the good vigilance that Fang Ling had developed over the past year still woke him up instantly.
The sound was so loud!
It came from the wall in the yard, and in the quiet night, it sounded like a shouting nearby.
Fang Ling picked up the broken knife beside him, thought for a moment, and then put it down quietly.
He has now awakened the sickle spirit. Although the panel evaluation is not very good, as long as it is used well, it can kill people.
The martial spirit that suddenly appears does not reflect light and is even more unexpected.
With the help of moonlight, Fang Ling leaned his head out slightly to take a look.
In the man-high grass outside the window, a dark shadow was moving slowly forward.
(End of this chapter)