Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 78: little people

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Ground. Lava lake. Blackstone.

Qin Yu let out a long sigh and opened his eyes. There was no sharp shot, and no momentum. He sat there quietly, as if blending with the black stone under him and the space he was in.

This is a wonderful feeling that can only be understood and indescribable, until he stretched his waist and his spine "crackled", the whole talent came alive. It's like walking out of an ancient landscape scroll and returning to the human world, with flesh and blood.

The eighth furnace converged all the light, the scarlet furnace body dimmed, and it flew over staggeringly.

Qin Yu blinked, his mind was at a loss, and he didn't react for a while.

The eighth furnace was furious, the lava lake rolled over immediately, and the fiery breath rushed toward the face.

Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he regained his senses. He said helplessly, "Of course I will keep my promise when I promise you, but are you sure you are going to face Li Huoding with such a weak attitude?"

Eighth Furnace responded with action, turned his head and rushed into the magma lake, his threatening gesture when he was about to go, seemed to warn Qin Yu not to play tricks, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't wait.

Qin Yu shook his head and stood up, looking at the magma lake in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This dream lasted for sixteen days. He had lived through sixteen lives in the dream. Although it was not a personal experience, some parts were gradually blurred, but a trace of his soul returned to the body, which still had a profound impact on him. On the surface, Qin Yu didn't change, his breath was the same as before, but his temperament was much more mellow and mellow, like a fine wine covered in dust, and like a thousand-year-old jade.

This is the gift of the baptism of the years. Qin Yuyuan can't achieve this, but through the tricks of the dream world, there are also traces of this time. Of course, this is not the point. The key is to experience the nurturing and tempering of xinxing over the years, and more importantly, to learn all kinds of alchemy from the experience in the dream.

No one can become a true master of alchemy through a dream, but Qin Yu already has this kind of background, or inheritance. When his alchemy strength is reached, he can naturally unblock and obtain the corresponding alchemy strength.

Wang Daoren has learned to lay a solid foundation in his life, and the eighth furnace has accumulated heritage. In less than a month, Qin Yu is only a carp and a dragon. These gifts will be turned into powerful help in the years to come, allowing him to go further and more firmly on the path of cultivation.

Zhao Xiangu and his entourage have had many accidents so far, and they have finally evolved into today. This has taught Qin Yu a very vivid lesson. The plan can never change, and there are often hidden many opportunities and opportunities in the changes.

Of course, when Zhao Xiangu recognized the cheap senior brother, Fang made these, although it was closely related to the remains of Cangmangzi, but it was also luck. But no one in the world can be lucky all the time, and perhaps the next unexpected change will hide a deadly danger.

Qin Yu closed his eyes, he didn't practice or comprehend, he just quietly thought about what he had done recently, whether there was a mistake or not.

Because of the 16th day of the big dream and the experience of 16 lives, he has learned more than Dan Dao.

One, be careful.

Second, there is no free lunch in the world.

Xu Ao and Fan Jianghai were strongly suppressed, Qin Yu could not accept the inheritance and retreat, and Zhao Xiangu's sharp conflict on the surface gradually subsided. But secretly, the conflict between the Zhao disciples and the external disciples has not stopped for a moment, and various stories are being staged almost every day.

The protagonist of today's little story is from an unremarkable small cultivating family in the southern country. Although he has some talent for alchemy, he has no roots and no support in Zhao Xiangu, and belongs to the most marginal person.

Zhao Shoucheng was thirty-six years old, and his aptitude was neither high nor low, but because of his surname Zhao and a respected Jin Dan lady, he was supported to be a steward of the selection department. It's not a high-ranking person, but he also manages dozens of people, big and small. He has a leisurely business on weekdays, which is a proper beauty.

Among the dozens of subordinates, Zhao Shoucheng was extremely displeased, not because he was disrespectful, nor because he was not conscientious in his work, but because he had lost Zhao Shoucheng's face in an internal alchemy competition in the selection department.

Zhao Xiangu inherits the Tao of Dan with the Dan Li School, and the cultivation of Dan Tao is the most important in everything. The level of management is not as good as that of his servants. How can he convince the public? Although no one said much afterward, Zhao Shoucheng held a grudge in his heart, and it was common for him to reprimand him at every turn on weekdays.

The little man was obedient, but for some reason, as time passed, Zhao Shoucheng saw him more and more annoyed. Fortunately, I finally had a chance. The conflict in the valley is getting more and more serious, Xu is vigilant, and the little guy has done everything without criticism during this period, so he has no excuse to start.

In desperation, Zhao Shoucheng used some tricks to lead him into the urn.

Very simple, frame the blame.

Even if the spirit grass that a few small people can touch is not precious, it can still be whipped according to Zhao Xiangu's regulations.

Thirty whips won't kill anyone.

However, that was not arranged.

Zhao Shoucheng's son is very noble by his mother, and his own cultivation and alchemy level are average, but he speaks with some strength, and it is very easy to prepare. The torturer would be Zhao Xiangu's most qualified executioner. No one could see anything abnormal when he was whipped with thirty whips, but he could kill someone!

Stealing is an evil deed, and it will be punished with justice and justice, as an example to others. At the juncture where the children of the Zhao clan and the disciples with foreign surnames had many conflicts and were hostile to each other, this punishment attracted a lot of attention. A certain important person in the punishment hall issued a message and arranged the execution place at Qixia Terrace. Although it is not the core area in the valley, it is connected to various transportation hubs.

Moreover, it is very close to the eighth furnace station.

Naturally, the big man in the punishment hall was surnamed Zhao.

"The time is up, bring Zeng Zhongxiu!" The Xingtang cultivator's voice was cold, with a chill that penetrated his heart.

The corners of Zhao Shoucheng's mouth were slightly raised, and he swept across the many figures under the stage, with a crooked slap in the face of the excitement. After today, he may be able to become one of the tough representatives of the younger generation to resist the disciples with foreign surnames, and gain the attention of the elders in the clan.

And the price is just one Zeng Zhongxiu!

Zeng Zhongxiu, who was pushed to Qixia Terrace in shackles, was almost the same as before, but clenched his fists and bloodshot in his eyes, showing anger and sadness. He didn't argue anything, because everything that should be said was said in the execution hall, and he was still sent here, so he explained everything.

He was pressed onto the stone pier, his hands and feet were tied, and the Scarfaced Punishment Hall came with a whip in hand. He saw Zeng Zhongxiu's face from a distance, and the corners of his mouth showed a hideous look.

Snapped-

Snapped-

The whip sound spread far and wide, and instantly the skin split open, the blood dripped out of the red-stained robe and dripped onto the ground. Zeng Zhongxiu struggled with wide eyes, he felt the breath of death from the whip. He doesn't want to die, not only because of fear, but because he is now the hope of the entire family! But it was in vain, the whip still kept falling, the body gradually became numb, and the consciousness began to dizzy.

Are you going to die? In Dongliu Town, he was given a pill by the master to change his fate. But to die like this, I'm really not reconciled! Zeng Zhongxiu tried his best to widen his eyes, looked up at the sky, and the whip shadow whistled, which would smash his face into shreds in the next instant.

Snapped-

The whip didn't fall, it flew back at a faster speed, and slapped it on the face of the hand of the punishment hall. The light in front of him dimmed, and a figure appeared in front of him. Zeng Zhongxiu's eyes widened subconsciously, and the corner of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something, and finally turned into a wry smile.

Qin Yu shattered the shackles and helped him sit down, "Qin is invited to come, and it seems that Brother Zeng can't entertain him."

Zeng Zhongxiu coughed a few times and struggled to salute, "Thank you for your help!"

Qin Yu stopped the bleeding for him, and said lightly: "Only friends who are invited, and adults from where."

It seemed that his mind was shaken, and it was not until this moment that the cultivator of the punishment hall roared angrily, "Where is the person who dares to destroy the punishment and hurt me in the punishment hall, take it down for me!"

Qin Yu put his hand away, "You rest first, and wait for me to take care of them." Turning around, he looked at the cultivator who rushed to the punishment hall with an indifferent expression.

"Stop!" While drinking low, a Jindan cultivator appeared with a gloomy expression on his face, clenching his teeth and clenching his hands, "See Little Martial Uncle."

little uncle...

Today in Zhao Xiangu, there is only one person with this title.

wow—

Qixia Terrace was in an uproar!

Countless hot-blooded Zhao disciples, their eyes became cold, and their teeth were gritted. In the eyes of the disciples with foreign surnames, most of them showed a little worship.

Zhao She stood up straight, but he was the deputy of the punishment hall all the year round. His body was full of suffocation, and his eyes were cold and few people dared to look at him, "Little Master, although your identity is respected, Guzhong Punishment was established by the ancestors of the past dynasties. , is your move today to provoke the punishment hall? Or is it disrespectful to my ancestors of Zhao Xiangu?"

The hat is buckled very large, and it is menacing, obviously with bad intentions!

Qin Yu looked calm, "Who are you?"

"Deputy of the punishment hall, Zhao She!"

"With your cultivation, can't you see that he is going to be beaten to death?"

Zhao She was expressionless, "He's not dead yet."

This can't go on.

Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was no longer entangled in his thoughts, "I want to take him away."

A cold light flashed in Zhao She's eyes, "Little Martial Uncle has a noble status and naturally enjoys privileges. As long as there is no objection today, you can take him away."

"So what if someone objected?"

"Simple!" Zhao She raised his hand and pointed, "Then please suppress all opponents!"

Qin Yu was silent.

The corners of Zhao She's mouth twitched up, not giving him a chance to speak, he turned around and growled, "Is there any objection among you?"

Zhao Shoucheng's eyes lit up.

He knew that his mother hated Qin Yu to the core, and if he was able to show his face today, he would surely please his mother. And the most important thing is that everyone knows that Qin Yu's generation is not false, but he only has the fourth-layer foundation building, which is really common. As for the eighth furnace... If Qin Yu was on the Qixia stage and summoned the power of the furnace, the elders of the Zhao clan would never stand idly by!

Uncle Zhao She's move gave him a good opportunity!

"Little nephew objected!" With a loud shout, Zhao Shoucheng was majestic, "I, Zhao Xiangu, have passed down the tradition for thousands of years. How can I break the rules just because of one person. Young master uncle, if you want to take Zeng Zhongxiu away, pass me first!"

call-

The breath of the eighth floor of the foundation broke out.

It was quiet for a while, and was suddenly broken by shouts.

"Senior Brother Shoucheng is doing great!"

"My Zhao's son is full of qi and blood!"

"If you want to break the rules, you must have enough strength, and you will only be ridiculed if you suppress people by your seniority!"

The disciples with foreign surnames expressed concern and scolded Zhao Shoucheng for being shameless. But things are now in a dilemma, I'm afraid that no matter how you choose, Qin Xiaoshi's uncle will inevitably lose face.