He was originally the young city lord of Thunder Ancient City. His father and mother were both nominal elders of the Qingyun Sect. He had enjoyed a prominent position since he was a child. His parents love him, the people in the city love him, he has a well-behaved sister, and he lives a happy life.
At that time, his parents often brought him to Qingyun Sect. There would be elders who would pinch his face with a smile and call him cute, and there would also be elders who would pat their chests proudly. You kid will be my direct disciple from now on. We have agreed. .
Qin Ming is full of yearning for this place and full of desire for martial arts.
However…
A sudden change overnight changed everything.
A sudden change shattered all the good things that once existed.
His parents disappeared, his life and death were unknown, and the angry punishment of the Qingyun Sect came to the ancient city of Thunder.
As the young city lord, Qin Ming was forcibly captured and taken to the Qingyun Sect, where he suffered as a servant and was used as a hostage in disguise. The relatives of the city and more than 200,000 people in the city were all escorted to the Lingshi Mine deep in Daqing Mountain.
At that time, he was only seven years old. He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him with fear and anxiety, and endured all kinds of ridicule in despair and lethargy.
Eight years have passed in a flash, and Qin Ming has lost his immaturity and has made it to the present with tenacity.
From decadence and despair to now being tenacious and tenacious, his journey has been difficult and painful.
In eight years, he got to know many people and things clearly.
He once innocently asked why the sky was so unfair, but now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world - the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive!
The young heart also firmly remembers his father's words - the weak will not have a good death, and the strong will not have a good life.
Therefore, he has been stubbornly raising his head, facing ridicule and humiliation tenaciously, and also found his own attitude towards life and attitude towards martial arts through continuous efforts.
Qin Ming understood that no one would help him, and only he could be worthy of him. He vowed to become a disciple of Jin Ling of the Qingyun Sect, to win his own status here, to be qualified to compete with the elder, and to save the suffering Thunder Ancient City.
"Be patient for another year and learn other martial arts. After one year, I will advance to the ninth level of Lingwu."
Qin Ming set a goal for himself. The faster his strength improves, the more attention he will receive.
He returned to the warehouse in the middle of the night. Before returning, he practiced Sheng Sheng Jue for a while and was in good condition. It's just that the clothes are in tatters, stained with blood, and the body is soaked by the rain, revealing the strong and strong muscle lines.
He was hungry and was going to get something to eat, but he stopped right there as soon as he entered the compound. "Who is that?"
There was actually a person standing in the warehouse door, not an old man, but a tall girl. The firelight flickered inside, and her perfectly proportioned silhouette could be vaguely seen.
Zhao Min? Not like that!
Qin Ming was wary of his surroundings. Could it be that Zhao Min was looking for someone else to take revenge? Choosing this rainy night, it seems I can’t wait any longer.
Inside the iron door of the warehouse, the girl turned her back to Qin Ming and was whispering something inside.
"The palace master's injuries have worsened and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long. He told me to invite you back."
"All forces are eyeing it, and Shura Palace needs someone to take charge."
"You are the only one who can hold up the Shura Palace, and you are the only one who can convince the tens of thousands of blood disciples in the Shura Palace."
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She seemed to be talking to herself, or begging someone.
"Crack!" Qin Ming accidentally stepped on a branch, and the faint crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the girl in the warehouse.
The girl glanced lightly and didn't care much. She was indifferent and ignored. But Qin Ming's current appearance was too eye-catching, so she looked at the courtyard again.
Qin Ming held three flying knives tightly in his hands, and electric light flashed all over his body. The bright light flashed intensively, illuminating his cold and handsome face like a knife. He raised his eyebrows to be wary of the girl, and also wary of the surroundings, and approached the warehouse with a throwing knife. "Girl inside, you're in the wrong place. You can't just enter the men's room. Come out and have a chat?"
The girl's face was slightly cold, and she was about to take action when a hoarse voice sounded from inside the warehouse: "Don't cause trouble here. It's getting late. I'm going to rest. You can leave."
"Ancestor..." The girl was anxious.
But there was no more sound in the warehouse.
"For the sake of the Palace Master and for the sake of Shura Palace, please give it another serious thought." The girl bowed and bowed before walking out of the warehouse.
Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly. She was covered in a black robe, only revealing her beautiful face. He could see clearly by the firelight in the warehouse. Her skin is like cream, her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is straight, and her red lips are moist. She is truly stunning, dreamlike, and breathtakingly beautiful. Even Qin Ming is slightly surprised. Such a gorgeous beauty is really rare. .
Qin Ming was amazed by her beauty, but he could conclude that this girl was definitely not from the Qingyun Sect.
The girl regarded Qin Ming as air, passed him by, and left the compound. She was as light as a fleeting shadow and disappeared silently into the darkness.
"What kind of luck are you having today? Just look at the beauty." Qin Ming looked back for a while and then looked at the warehouse. He didn't pay much attention to it. As long as he didn't come to seek revenge from him, there was no need to pay attention.
"Old man, haven't you eaten anything all day?" Qin Ming opened the stove and found that all the food he had cooked in the morning was inside. It had not been moved and was already cold.
The old man was sitting in a corner of the warehouse, half asleep and half awake. The candlelight next to him swayed, reflecting his old profile.
"I'll heat it up again, do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming took off a pheasant from his waist, which he accidentally shot while training in the back mountain.
He didn't ask about the girl's identity or the purpose of coming here. He has a tacit understanding with the old man. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. It has been like this for eight years.
The old man raised his eyes but said nothing.
Qin Ming took a bath, changed into clean clothes, lit the stove, got some vegetables, and stewed the pheasant.
The hot aroma filled the simple warehouse.
"It smells good! Master, come here and have some as a midnight snack." Qin Ming greeted the old man.
The old man ignored it and continued to lie there crookedly.
"I'll eat first and leave some for you." Qin Ming was really hungry and started eating by himself.
But after eating for a while, the old man stood up and walked into the warehouse.
Qin Ming shrugged and continued eating. "Old man, I'm going out later, so don't be in a hurry to close the door."
He planned to pick the snake heart fruit late at night so that the people from Yaoshan would not pick it first.
But after a while, the old man picked up a big black jar from nowhere and sat down at the wooden table: "Bring two bowls."
"Wine?" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a little strange, but still went to get two bowls and a plate of pickles along the way. It's not a good ingredient. It's the vegetable roots left over from Qin Ming's usual cooking. He washed them and soaked them in a salt jar. Sometimes he was too tired and too busy, so he would grab a few pickles and nibble on steamed buns to finish his meal.
The old man opened the wine jar, and the strong aroma of wine filled the warehouse. He poured a bowl of wine for himself and a bowl for Qin Ming.
"Old man, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Ming looked at the clear and mellow wine in the bowl and was even more surprised. What happened tonight
The old man picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp, tilted his head back, took a long breath, and then filled himself up again.
Qin Ming shook the bowl and tried to take a big sip. He suddenly felt the strong spicy taste filling his mouth and flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
Heart-burning.
"Huhuhu, this wine is strong enough." Qin Ming grinned. He had never drank wine before. He quickly took two bites of the food to suppress the spicy and hot feeling.
The old man then filled it up for him, and he raised his head and drank another whole bowl.
Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years and has never been like this. Could it be related to the girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl, gritted his teeth, and drank it down, feeling a rush of heat all over his body.
But if you taste it carefully, the wine tastes pretty good.
The old man gave Qin his life again.
"You also want to eat vegetables, a chicken leg." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables in front of the old man.
The old man and the young man just ate simple meals. Except for Qin Ming's occasional words, the old man was silent and has always been silent.
The girl just now didn't go far, she was about to leave, but after Qin Ming called out "Old Man", she stopped outside the warehouse door on a rainy night and looked at the reflection of the warehouse window from a distance.
"Who is that boy?" Two black figures appeared in front of the girl, one for each year and one for a girl. They were both middle-aged and seemed to have extremely strong strength. The patter of cold rain failed to wet their clothes, and before it really fell on them, they were evaporated by the invisible aura.
The faces under the cloak were very shocked. That young man could actually eat and drink at the same table with him
They couldn't believe their eyes. There were mountains of bones and seas of blood behind this old man. His reputation was shocking to the world. Who dared to sit with him
"Only the third level of Lingwu Heaven is too weak." The girl only thought that Qin Ming was the slave he raised, but how could an ordinary slave dare to call him the old man? How could he be qualified to drink at the same table with him? Does this young man have another identity? But how could the strength be so weak
The middle-aged man said solemnly: "No one in the Qingyun Sect, including the sect leader, knows his identity. This young man probably doesn't know either. He just treats him as an ordinary old man."
"He has been missing for ten years, and everyone in the world thought he was dead. If it hadn't been for the palace master's arrangement, we really wouldn't have known he was still alive." The woman looked at the unmarked tomb in the corner of the courtyard and thought about it. Those legends, I sighed in my heart, the most lonely thing in the world is this.
The middle-aged man said: "Asura Palace needs him to return, and he should also shoulder this responsibility."
The woman snorted coldly: "He insists on not going back. What can you do? Take him away by force? You know his character and strength very well. If you make him unhappy, you can kill us with one hand."
The girl whispered: "Wait a moment, I believe he still has feelings for Shura Palace."
"Miss, we came here at great risk and cannot stay long. If the Qingyun Sect discovers us, we..."
"He won't keep us waiting long."