It was drizzling in the gloomy sky.

In an empty training ground.

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

The teenagers looked down at the Nen Jin, constantly making laughter and sarcastic sounds, and their faces were filled with heavy disdain.

The leading boy was burly and had green hair, like a few inches of steel needles, standing upright on his scalp.

The young man hugged his arms and stepped on the shoulders of Qin Jin: "Qian Jin! Remember me well, your Hundred Needles family is just a viscount leader, a loser! A guy like you also wants to be on an equal footing with us?"

The young man suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the head of Shin Jin, grinning and said, "I will teach you a lesson today! From now on, when you see us, no matter where you are in the castle, you will bow your head to me, give way to me, and shrink to the side!"

"The inferior nobles must look like the inferior nobles. If I see you looking at me Qingkui, I will beat you to a disabled person."

"Did you understand?"

Qingkui growled and used force under his feet to directly crush Zijin's head into the mud.

"Ming... Understand. Cough cough cough!" Zhijin made a voice with difficulty.

"Hahaha." Qing Kui raised his head and laughed proudly, let go of his feet, and left.

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

"Cough cough cough." Yijin struggled and sat up his upper body. Because he had just opened his mouth and spoke, the mud and water inevitably flowed back to his throat, causing another cough.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the teenagers lost interest.

"Ph, what!"

"Just because he wants to challenge Young Master Qingkui? Why?"

"By his embroidery needle, hahaha."

It was raining heavily, and the teenagers surrounded Qingkui, bursts of laughter, and all entered the castle.

Needle Jin sat in the mud, letting the rain hit him.

He was scarred and looked extremely pale. After a moment of stunned gaze, his eyes slightly turned and he stared at a sword in the mud.

That was his sword.

This is a very thin stabbing sword.

The prickly sword was soaked in mud and water, and it seemed that there was no sharp light of the past.

Memories come to an abrupt end here.

When Nen Jin returned to reality, he couldn't help but frowned slightly: "I am a member of the Baizhen Family? The territory seems to be in the south. The southern nobles who joined the empire in nearly a hundred years. It seems that they were once the Count?"

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

These stubborn forces transformed into new nobles of the Holy Empire.

However, the cruel war before led to 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 battle on the battlefield. Both sides were covered with the blood of each other's tribe.

Therefore, the Nen Jin, who represents the new noble forces joining the temple and becoming the candidate for the Templar, was naturally subject to the siege of the old nobles and suppression and exclusion.

Nen Jin felt a little confused.

This is a humiliating memory that reappears in his heart at this moment, but does not bring him anger or hatred.

"Strangely, I was in a very calm mood, as if a passerby was watching."

"There's a little more..."

What he values ​​more focus is not the content of this memory, but another question - why does the memory emerge?

“Memory comes when I try to use the long sword.”

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

"When I was by the river before, the first memory I remembered was the scene of taking the oath when I joined the temple. At that time, it was the first time I heard the word Templar from Ziti."

Zijin reviewed these two experiences and speculated with the trend: "In this way, the key to recreating memory is to find a trigger point."

This trigger point may be a word or a real thing, such as the current sword.

Zijin's thinking is more in-depth.

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

"I want to activate the fighting spirit. What kind of trigger point should I take the initiative to find?"

Needle and Zi Di dig a hole together and buried the bodies of the two guards in the soil.

The two continued to set off.

The direction is guided by Zidi, and the route is the exploration route when I came before.

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

It seems that the deeper you go into it, the greater the probability of encountering golden-level monsters.

There is no way to activate fighting spirit and magic, and the two are in a very dangerous situation. Instead of exploring randomly in unfamiliar environments, it is better to go back along the same path.

At least the crisis in this journey has either been resolved or discovered.

Of course, there will also be new changes like the Bloodline Centipede.

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

After a while of another journey, it was getting late.

The boy and the girl carefully chose a place and arranged it in a hurry - they were going to spend the night here tonight.

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

Next to the firewood pile, Zi Di half-kneeled on the ground, holding a spark stone in each hand.

Click, click.

She used two sparks to collide with each other and quickly knocked out the blue Mars.

Mars fell into the hay and turned into a little or two o'clock orange red. The orange red rapidly expanded on the hay and quickly burned.

First, a faint smoke rose.

Ziti quickly put away the star flint, bulged her mouth, and blew a gust of breeze.

As the breeze stirred, the fire in the hay quickly expanded, the light smoke turned into thick smoke, and then the flames rose and turned into fist-sized flames.

"It's done." Zi Di's face was happy, and she immediately stood up and took a few steps back.

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

Zidi carefully put away the two sparks.

In the past, she only needed to snap her fingers to create a small flame if she wanted to live.

This is one of the magician's tricks.

But on this island, the black iron-level magic method cannot be used at all and is forbidden to death. On the contrary, ordinary fire-making methods such as Star Flint are more practical.

Without these sparks, 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. The boy and the girl sat around the bonfire, ate dry food, and opened the water bag to drink water.

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

Although dry food is difficult to swallow, there is nothing to pay attention to in this case.

The trekking of this day was full of thrills. It was able to save lives in front of many monsters such as gold and silver, and also obtained a certain amount of equipment, as well as sufficient food and water. All of this made the two feel extremely grateful. How could there be any other extravagant requests?

After eating and drinking, the boy and the girl carefully sorted out and stored the remaining food and water bags.

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

Whether it is a girl or a teenager, the appetite is far greater than that of ordinary people. Especially the needle gold, the appetite is more than three times that of purple lees.

This is not surprising.

When Ziti practices magic, the level of life jumps to the black iron level. And needle gold is likely to have the level of silver. The higher the level of life, the greater the appetite, and the higher the requirements for intake of external nutrition.

Ziti estimated: "Next, if we return as we follow the same route, it will take seven days to get out of the rainforest. But it doesn't matter, we brought enough supplies on the way we came and established several campsites along the way. There were several campsites and some supplies were left. If nothing unexpected happened, there should be no problem with the food."

Zi Jin nodded and then felt relieved.

He took out the long sword and wiped the blade with an oil cloth.

Weapons need maintenance.

Although the long sword is ordinary, it brings a real sense of security to Jin Jin.

"It's a pity that there is no crossbow."

The crossbow is a forbidden ordnance for civilians, but the group of Nen Jin was going to go to Baisha City, which was equipped.

According to Ziti, the exploration team that came to search for Needle Gold was originally equipped with five crossbows.
To be continued...