Qin Ming smiled easily: "Didn't the sect master hold a tea party for you at the main peak of Qingyun? Is it over so soon?"
"It should be over now." The girl's clothes were fluttering and her steps were light. She came to Qin Ming and sat on the stone platform.
She sat quietly, looking at the stars in the sky, her behavior elegant, like a blooming tulip, full of fragrance.
Yue Qing, the pride of the Qingyun Sect, is one of the five Golden Ling disciples.
She is also the woman admired by countless disciples of Qingyun Sect.
She usually wears a veil to cover her beautiful face, and rarely smiles. Only tonight, she took off her veil, revealing her true face. Her skin was like gelatin, her eyes were like autumn water, her nose was straight, her red lips were moist, and her teeth were like jade. She was the proud daughter of heaven, her beauty was like a dream, and she was so beautiful. People are suffocated, just like the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.
Qin Ming looked at Yue Qing's perfect profile and was happy for her: "Congratulations on your promotion to the Xuanwu Realm, are you happy?"
Yue Qing tapped her fingers lightly and pursed her red lips slightly: "I was very happy when I first broke through, but gradually my heart became calm. In fact, there is nothing to be proud of. We warriors are like the stars in the sky, billions of us, we are all working hard. Shining brightly. Every star that thinks he is shining will always find a star that shines brighter than him."
"Because of this, this world is more worth looking forward to, isn't it?"
Yue Qing smiled softly, as if she brightened the dark night. Only in front of Qin Ming could she be so relaxed and casual: "Thank you for the set of martial arts you sent me, otherwise I would not have been able to advance to the Xuanwu Realm so quickly."
"That set of martial arts requires very high levels. What I gave you is only the first style. Now that you have advanced to the Xuanwu realm, you can practice the second style." Qin Ming took out the Dayan Sword Code.
"I didn't really practice the first move, I just gained new insights from it."
"Why don't you practice?"
"It resists me."
"What?"
"It's just a thin page of paper, but there is a strange feeling between the lines, which seems to be... resisting me."
Qin Ming was surprised and resisted? Could it be that the mystery of the Dayan Sword Code lies not in the scroll, but in the words inside
"Where did you get it? This set of martial arts should be earth-level martial arts, maybe even higher." Yue Qing has not practiced, but has studied it carefully.
"The old man gave it to me. He gave it to me before he left."
"Where has the old man gone?"
"I want to know too, so I left without saying a word." Qin Ming shrugged.
"Since it is a gift from the old man, it only belongs to you." Yue Qing pushed the sword canon back to Qin Ming: "The moves in it are mysterious and unique. They are different from the orthodox swordsmanship in Qingyun Sect. I will wait for you to master it in the future. , can give me some inspiration.”
"All right."
"I just saw you practicing martial arts?" Yue Qing has actually been here for a while and has been observing Qin Ming. The boiling thunder and lightning, the thick thunder snake, and the intense bright light formed a stunning picture. She could hardly believe that it was Qin Ming.
Qin Ming hesitated for a while: "I killed Zhao Min and Qiao Chen."
"Collecting herbs some time ago?" Yue Qing was very calm.
Qin Ming briefly talked about what happened in the forest: "I used the golden bronze sword from Qiaocheng to exchange for a set of martial arts."
"The Jin Min Bronze Sword is one of Yaoshan's swords. If those mercenaries show it off everywhere, Yaoshan will probably track you down."
"Don't worry, I just said I picked it up. I'm covered in knives and I'm not afraid of anyone messing with me."
Yue Qing chuckled and shook her head: "Do you want to know what was said at today's tea party?"
"Besides some words of encouragement, what else can I have?" Qin Ming lay on his back on the stone.
"The sect master asked me what gift I wanted. I said that you should be relieved of your status as a servant and promoted to a superior disciple."
"Really?" Qin Ming just lay down and sat up again.
"The sect master has neither agreed nor refused, and may need to seriously consider it. The matter involves the great elder, and the sect master needs to take his face into consideration."
Yueqing worked hard to reach the Xuanwu realm in the hope of helping Qin Ming get rid of his status as a servant. Today at the tea party, the master asked her what she wanted, and she said it smoothly. Unexpectedly, the sect leader was very hesitant, and the other elders were also silent. Of course, it was not the sect leader who punished Qin Ming, but the great elder. The reason why the sect leader hesitated and the reason why the other elders were silent showed that the great elder was still brooding about what happened back then and refused to give up.
It’s been eight years! It’s been eight years, and you still refuse to let him go
Yue Qing doesn't understand what kind of crime made you torture him for eight years and enslave Thunder Ancient City for eight years.
She originally thought that her promotion to the Xuanwu Realm would help Qin Ming improve, but now it seems that it is not as simple as she imagined.
… … …
The next morning, Qin Ming carried stone jars around to deliver goods as usual. The most urgent thing was the tenth martial arts arena, which needed some thick iron chains.
Qingyun Sect's fifteen martial arts arenas are located on the tops of fifteen mountains. Each martial arts arena is more than 300 meters wide and is paved with hard rock. There are also many training equipments. They are the disciples of Qingyun Sect. A place for practice and discussion. Of course, this kind of martial arts performance field is only open to upper-level disciples and direct disciples. Middle-level disciples can only watch, and lower-level disciples are not allowed to approach.
The strict hierarchical system of Qingyun Sect is reflected in all aspects. It seems to be a lot of unkindness, but it is actually to encourage the disciples to forge ahead. If you want more resources and better treatment, use your own strength to fight for it.
Although Qin Ming is a lower-class disciple, because of his status as a servant, he can take advantage of the opportunity of delivering goods to travel to various martial arts venues.
There are hundreds of disciples practicing in the spacious martial arts field. Fireballs explode, earth waves surge, sharp ice needles fly all over the sky, and sharp swords fight against wild swords, various spiritual powers and various martial arts, the fight is in full swing. . Hundreds of disciples gathered around the audience to watch the battle, and cheers came and went.
"Hurry up, why are you dragging your feet?" Qin Ming had just arrived at the top of the mountain when he heard an angry shout.
"I'm really anxious to get it myself. I only deliver the goods in the order on the list." Qin Ming said expressionlessly, throwing down the stone jar with a loud bang, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.
"You still dare to talk back?" A tall and strong young man strode up, pointed at Qin Ming's nose and shouted angrily: "Recognize your identity clearly, you are a servant, your duty is to deliver goods, not to exercise, let me see you carry it again If you wander around with a stone jar, I'll break it for you!"
"You're so lenient." Qin Ming took out a chain as thick as his wrist from the stone jar and dragged it towards the martial arts field in front.
"I'm in a bad mood today. You better not mess with me." The young man stepped on the chain. His name was Pang Hu. He was a top disciple and had some reputation in the Qingyun Sect. He had just been beaten in the martial arts arena and was holding back his anger. When Qin Ming came over, he vented his anger on him.
"Let go of your feet." Qin Ming had experienced too many provocations like this and turned around to look at him coldly.
"I heard where you are at the third level of Lingwu? Do you dare to challenge the upper class disciples? Boy, I think you are impatient!" Pang Hu laughed angrily. How dare you, a low-class disciple among low-class disciples, dare to confront me?
"A low-level disciple of mine has reached the Lingwu realm, and you, an upper-class disciple, have only reached the fifth level of Lingwu. Isn't it embarrassing?" Qin Ming mocked unceremoniously, threw his arms around the chain, pulled hard, and forced himself from it. Pang Hu pulled out the long chain at his feet.
"Haha! You were crazy before, but now you are even crazier. What can you do with the third level of spiritual martial arts? Without martial arts, you are still a waste. If you don't wear Fang Jie Wa for three days, I think you will be tortured in this life. " Pang Hu drew his sword loudly and struck at Qin Ming. The sword was so fast and fierce that the wind was blowing.
"Pang Hu, you've gone too far!" A girl from a distance shouted, not understanding this kind of behavior.
"Pang Hu, you are a superior disciple and you bully a servant. How can you still be embarrassed?" Some other disciples also shouted dissatisfiedly, but no one really came to stop him.
Qin Ming's face was slightly cold. He avoided the steel knife neatly on one side of his body and slapped Pang Hu on the face in an instant. His slap was harder than a hammer, and there was a sharp snap. Pang Hu's head was thrown back violently, blood mixed with his molars flew out, and he staggered back.
Pang Hu took ten steps back, and the right side of his face became visibly red and swollen.
The nearby disciples quietly inhaled, and the attack was cruel enough.
"You bastard, I'm going to tear you apart." Pang Hu not only blushed, but also had red eyes. He shook his head vigorously and held the knife to kill Qin Ming.
Qin Ming grabbed hold of the thick chain and danced wildly in the air, clattering. The thick chain weighing more than 300 kilograms, which was more than ten meters long, was easily danced by him. The scene was shocking and caused many exclamations.
Stab!
Qin Ming's whole body was aroused with arcs of electricity, flowing down his arms towards the chains.
"Asshole! I..." Just as Pang Hu was about to lift his foot, the chain fell from the air like a whip, and hit his back with a snap. The skin was torn and blood spattered. In the stunned eyes of countless people, the thick chain directly hit Pang Hu. He climbed down from the top of the mountain and rolled down the gravel path.