After six bowls of strong wine, Qin Ming began to be unable to bear it any longer. His head felt swollen and painful. He leaned on the haystack in a daze, and soon fell asleep.
In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood and the distant ancient city of Thunder.
He saw his mother, his father, his sister, and many familiar relatives.
The city lord's mansion was filled with laughter, beauty and happiness.
Qin Ming ran in excitedly and threw himself at his familiar relatives, but they seemed to be unable to see him even though they were right in front. He shouted and waved in front of everyone, but his relatives were indifferent.
In a daze, everyone was quiet. They looked up at the sky, expressionless and empty.
It started to rain, and it fell on everyone. It was very cold, so cold that it made people shiver.
Sudden…
The picture was fragmented, like a broken mirror, and everyone disappeared in the cold rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were dark.
Without the ancient city and his relatives, Qin Ming seemed to be standing on a vast killing battlefield.
Endless creatures are fighting crazily, shouting to shake the sky, and various mysterious beasts roaring in blood and fire.
The world is enveloped by overwhelming fire from the sky and hurricanes that reach from heaven to earth.
The earth is crumbling, the sky is collapsing, and the world seems to be ending.
Between the vast sky and the earth, a bright red light cut through the darkness and tore apart the sky fire, as bright as the blazing sun. The brilliant light penetrates the battlefield, filling the air with unparalleled killing power, causing all living beings to wail, and all heroes to be terrified.
Qin Ming walked on the battlefield in a daze, as if he was chasing the domineering and peerless light, but suddenly, the light stopped and locked onto Qin Ming from the air. The endless killing energy boiled into the sky, and the overwhelming volume rolled up To Qin Ming.
Qin Ming trembled in shock and sat up with a sigh.
Dream! Nightmare!
Qin Ming was covered in cold sweat and was mostly awake from the wine. He was breathing heavily, and it took him a while to swallow with difficulty.
How could you have such a dream
I haven’t had a dream in years.
Qin Ming wiped away the cold sweat and felt his mouth was dry. He rubbed his sore head and got up, and went to the yard to get some water.
In the cold courtyard, the old man was sitting under an old tree, turning over a dark knife in his hand. It was made of an unknown material. It looked like black iron and black rock. It was completely black and filled with a cold air.
"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head hard, thinking he was dreaming again.
"Old man?"
Qin Ming shouted twice.
The old man ignored it and slowly raised the black knife.
As Qin Ming watched, a bone-chilling chill inexplicably surged into his heart. In a daze, he seemed to be back in a dream again, overwhelmed by the endless killings, and felt that the black knife was staring at him. Yes, it felt like being stared at.
Qin Ming carefully moved his body, but still felt that he was being watched.
The black knife seemed to have a weird spirituality that made people shudder, but in the old man's withered hands, it was as obedient as a pet, turning dexterously as the fingertips swung.
Qin Mingjiu Jin was completely awake and looked at the old man and the black knife carefully. He had seen the old man use throwing knives before. The old man used iron pieces as throwing knives casually and played around in the yard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming learned it for two days and felt very good, so he sharpened nine flying knives by himself and practiced them for three years for self-defense.
When he faced Zhao Min that day, he took advantage of the surprise attack with flying knives and caught Zhao Min by surprise.
"The name of the knife is Shura." The old man spread out his withered right hand, and the black knife was suspended in the palm of his hand. The tip of the knife was facing down. The knife body was filled with a gloomy cold air, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.
"This knife..." Qin Ming's hair stood on end. He involuntarily took two steps back and looked at the black knife in surprise.
The old man's right hand suddenly vibrated, and in an instant, the black knife clanged, trembled and shot.
A terrifying killing force surged through the warehouse compound and filled the world.
At this moment, many old people in the 30 mountains of Qingyun Sect collectively opened their eyes, and they caught a murderous aura that made their hearts palpitate.
Qin Ming retreated in shock, but the black knife was pressed against his eyebrows in an instant. It was as fast as a stream of light and it was difficult to catch the trajectory.
It neither retreated nor advanced, lightly touching the skin between Qin Ming's eyebrows.
The sharp tip of the knife was extremely cold, as if it would freeze Qin Ming's soul.
"Old man... you..." Qin Ming did not dare to move, sweat covered his forehead. He really felt the threat of death, and it was as if the god of death was hugging his body. He was feeling cold all over his body and could not breathe smoothly.
"Don't use it indiscriminately before the Xuanwu realm." The old man pushed his right hand through the air, and the black knife pierced Qin Ming's brow with a hiss. In an instant, Qin Ming felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The bone-chilling coldness spread throughout his body. Every cell seemed to be filled with cold air and his breath seemed to freeze.
His consciousness was spinning, and he couldn't tell whether he was in pain or dizziness. Qin Ming sat on the ground with difficulty. Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, black energy evaporated from his body, churning throughout his body, and soon drowned him.
In a daze, the old man walked towards him with his hands behind his back. He only saw the old man's eyes, like endless abyss that wanted to swallow people up.
"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming murmured softly, slowly lying on the ground.
Everything is unreal, illusory and scary.
dream? It must be a dream.
When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day. He was actually lying in the yard, with the warm sunshine shining on his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable.
"Why am I lying here?"
Qin Ming stretched himself hard, his whole body felt light and comfortable, and there was no cold and uncomfortable feeling.
"I was dreaming. The wine is really strong. Please drink less in the future."
Qin Ming stood up and bounced, moved his body, and exercised as usual.
He punched a few times in the air, and then triggered an electric arc to hit the first three sections with Vajra Strength.
But as he continued to fight, Qin Ming stopped there, staring intently at the electric arc scurrying around his right arm.
There seemed to be a lot more arcs today, but they were not smooth to use.
what happened
Did you drink too much last night
Qin Fate turned his meridians, activated the electric arc, and punched a few more times, but this time, he was really stunned.
"I seem to have... broken through?"
"Lingwu... fourth heaven?"
"How can it be!"
Qin Ming is unbelievable. He broke through to the fourth level of Lingwu in a daze
But soon the problem came up again. Not only did his realm improve and his meridians widen, but there was something more in the Dantian Qi sea. A dark knife, filled with black mist, suspended in the silent Qi sea.
"How is this going?"
"Didn't I dream last night?"
Qin Mingzai checked carefully and found that yes, the realm had really improved. However, due to the inexplicable improvement, the spiritual power in the meridians was still in the third heaven state and was in urgent need of replenishment. There really was a pitch-black knife in the air sea, exactly like the one the old man gave him in his dream yesterday.
Not a dream? Not a dream!
This mysterious black knife was given to me by the old man!
"Old man! Thank you!"
Qin Ming was pleasantly surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.
But the strange thing is that there is no one in the warehouse, and the old man is not inside.
Qin Ming returned to the yard, but the old man was not there either.
In the past eight years, the old man has either been in a daze under the tree, missed the deceased in front of the grave, or slept in the warehouse. He has never left the warehouse.
"That's strange, where has the old man gone?"
Qin Ming suddenly had a bad premonition. He carefully searched the warehouse and the compound, and also searched around the short mountain, but could not find the old man.
"gone?"
"Isn't it possible? You left without saying hello?"
"But the old man was really weird yesterday."
"Is it because of the girl yesterday?"
Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.
A shabby cotton blanket and a few pieces of patched clothes were all the old man's belongings, and he didn't take any of them with him.
"Is this a mystery?"
Qin Ming pressed his hands on those shabby clothes, and there seemed to be something inside. He slowly opened it, and there was a note, and one word - life!
Under the note, there was a sword manual and an ancient sword.
A sense of simplicity and grandeur came to my face. The sword manual and the ancient sword itself seemed to have real sword energy, filling the surrounding air with a hint of sharpness and coldness.
"The old man is really gone?" Qin Ming picked up the note in a daze, suddenly feeling a sense of loss, as if something had suddenly been lost in his heart.
gone
Are you really gone
After eight years, this simple warehouse feels like a home because of the company of the old man.
No matter how difficult or painful it is, I always feel like I can go home and have a rest.
He knew that the old man was extraordinary, but he really never thought that he would leave so soon.
Life! my life? Whose life
Why did the old man deliberately leave this word
Qin Ming carefully put away the note, put it close to his body, and picked up the sword manual.
Dayan Sword Code!
Without too much introduction, you will find the first style of the sword canon - Mountain and River Epee! Cut through mountains and rivers with one sword!
A concise introduction to the sword style and a concise picture of the meridians.
Qin Ming frowned and looked through it. The fonts and meridians diagrams were clearly very detailed, but they were blurry. He had to concentrate hard to be able to barely see them. This was only the first form. When he turned to the second form, Qin Ming He couldn't see it clearly, not even the name of the move. It was clearly there, but he couldn't see it clearly, and it even gave him a strange sense of resistance.
Qin Ming's current state and mental strength are barely qualified to participate in the first form!
"What level of martial arts is this?"
Qin Ming looked at the shuriken canon in surprise, it was so mysterious and extraordinary.
I have always longed for martial arts, and also looked forward to owning my own weapons. Unexpectedly, I got my wish today. But holding the sword manual and ancient sword, thinking about the drunken scene last night, I couldn't feel happy.
"Qin Ming!" A high-pitched cry suddenly came from outside.
Qin Ming put away the sword manual and ancient sword and hid it in the deepest part of the warehouse.
"Qin Ming! Where are you dead!" Zhang Dong pushed open the iron door rudely, raised the list in his hand, and shouted sharply: "I posted it for you before dawn, and it's already noon now. Why don't you go and deliver it? Do you still want to do it?"
"I'll go right away." Qin Ming simply organized and went outside to pick up the list.
Zhang Dong stood by the iron gate and kept shouting: "Don't think that you can break the rules after reaching the Lingwu realm. No matter how strong you are, you are still a servant, and it is under my control, Zhang Dong! I won't argue with you today, and I won't dare to fail to deliver the goods on time." Damn it, I’ll report it to the manager and see how I can deal with you!”