Qin Ming has long been used to the gazes of the Qing Yunzong disciples, whether they sympathize with them or ridicule them, he accepts them calmly. After living here for eight years, Qin Ming always seemed like a passer-by. He didn't blend in here, and the Qingyun Sect didn't want to accept him.
He dragged his exhausted and injured body back to Qing Yunzong's warehouse for storing sundries.
This is the place where he has been living for eight years. It is located on the short hill near the main peak of Qingyun Sect. The warehouse is very large. There were five people in the past, but now only two people take care of it.
One is the strong Qin Ming, and the other is a decadent old man.
They belong to the lowest level of Qingyun Sect, and they have been living together for many years.
Qin Ming returned to the warehouse, rubbed his face vigorously in front of the iron gate, and showed a faint smile, as usual.
"Master, I'm back."
Qin Ming pushed open the iron gate and snapped his fingers, as if nothing had happened.
The gray-haired old man sat silently under the old tree in the distance. There was a solitary grave there. The old man would sit there every day, silently missing the dead.
One is lonely, the other is stubborn and strong, two completely different personalities, but they have lived here in harmony for many years, which is also a strange thing to say.
Qin Ming hummed a tune and went to the warehouse to change into clean clothes. There is no regret, no sense of frustration, and no resentment against anyone. Rather than saying that he is accustomed to it, it is better to say that he is trying to be optimistic, a kind of optimism with tenacity and persistence. It has been like this for eight years.
The old man sat quietly beside the lonely grave in the distance, as if he didn't see Qin Ming's injury, all his attention was on the lonely grave and the magnolia flowers swaying beside the lonely grave. Basically, I live like this every day, except for simply tidying up the warehouse, eating something, and just sitting there with the grave.
"I'll have dinner later today, I'll practice first."
Qin Ming said hello, sitting cross-legged on the stone bench, sitting quietly like a bell, breathing steadily, swallowing the subtle vitality between heaven and earth, and nursing his injured body.
What he is using now is not a martial art, but a wonderful method of swallowing breath-Sheng Sheng Jue!
Generally speaking, the lifelong pursuit of warriors is to absorb the energy of the heaven and the earth, condense it into the spiritual power in the body, and display powerful combat power through specific martial arts. It is recognized by the world that the energy between heaven and earth is the "wild state" and "original state" of spiritual power.
But what Qin Ming is capturing now is not energy, but anger, the breath of life!
This wonderful and rare way of swallowing breath comes from the old man in the distance.
The old man has been here since Qin Ming was imprisoned in Qingyun Sect as an ordinary disciple and arranged to work as a servant in the warehouse. It seems that no one knows the origin of the old man, and no one cares about such a bad old man. The old man has a weird temper and rarely talks to Qin Ming, let alone other people. But on a rainy night five years ago, when Qin Ming crawled back covered in blood, he unexpectedly said a formula, which was firmly remembered by Qin Ming.
"Life is ethereal, wandering between heaven and earth, without beginning or end."
"The Big Dipper rides on Qi, transports and transforms the four seasons, and mediates in all directions. The heaven and the earth intersect, and all things are biochemical, with a beginning and an end, and a cycle."
"Born in four seasons, formed day and night."
"Essence is a thing, and a wandering soul is a change."
"Check its origin and observe its operation. If you can understand its coming and going, you can make strategic plans to avoid decline."
Qin Ming explored and studied for three years, and finally studied thoroughly, mastered it, and used it freely.
It is precisely because of this wonderful way of swallowing breath that Qin Ming's injury can be healed in the shortest time, allowing him to live stubbornly and tenaciously under the persecution and oppression of Qing Yunzong until now.
What is the history of this formula? The old man didn't say anything, and Qin Ming didn't ask either.
After a day of cultivation, most of Qin Ming's blood and injuries have recovered, and the pain has basically disappeared.
The effect of Shengshengjue is miraculous.
In the evening, Qin Ming saw that it was getting late, so he stopped practicing, went to the warehouse to cook food, and placed it on the simple wooden table outside. "Master, it's time to eat."
They were all very common wild vegetables, which were the same every day, but Qin Ming was asked to make some different tricks and put four dishes on the table.
The old man looked back at the dishes here. It might be that the color and appearance were good, or it might be that he was really hungry after not eating for a day. He patted the dust on his body, sat down and ate slowly, without speaking.
"You keep eating, I'll practice for a while." Qin Ming picked up two chopsticks indiscriminately, and continued to sit cross-legged on the stone bench to swallow the breath of life.
He wants to resolve the injury as soon as possible, and can't leave hidden dangers.
The old man tasted the dishes one by one, and felt that they tasted good. He pulled all four dishes in front of him and ate them slowly.
He seems to have a particularly strong appetite today.
"Young Master Qin?" A pretty and fair girl knocked on the iron door and walked in.
"Caiyi." Qin Ming greeted with a light smile: "I haven't seen you in a few months, and she's pretty again."
"I haven't seen you for a few months. You've caused trouble again. Don't worry. Senior Sister Yueting asked me to bring you some medicine." The girl shook the small bamboo basket in her hand and greeted the old man by the way, but she didn't After being ignored, the old man ate his own food, and the girl didn't care, and quickly came to Qin Ming, walking lightly: "Let me see how the injury is doing."
"It's nothing, it's better, don't worry."
"Really, why are you bothering? You know they won't let you pass." The girl put the small bamboo basket next to Qin Ming. She looked pure and beautiful, fresh and beautiful, white and tender like a lotus emerging from water, and looked very lively. Cheerful, but Qin Ming's pale face still made her face full of worry, and she blamed him for being impulsive.
"The opportunity is there, how can you not know if you don't try it?"
"Then there is no opportunity. Why don't you understand? There are big elders and they are suppressing there, and other elders are not willing to cause trouble. I know you are worried about your relatives and want to win status and improve their situation, but you The more head-to-head you are, the more they suppress you. Can't we let go of our stance a little?" Caiyi felt sorry for Qin Ming's pale face.
"Put down your posture and be a dog? Wagging your tail and begging for mercy? Begging for alms? I, Qin Ming, can't do it."
Cai Yi pouted with a rosy mouth, didn't say anything else, she had been persuaded so many times before, even Senior Sister Yueqing, but what's the use? She opened the small bamboo basket, and there were two bottles of medicine for dredging silt and regulating Qi, as well as some exquisite pastries, she whispered: "Guess who made it."
"Say thank you to Yueqing for me, don't worry about me, haven't I been living well all these years?" Qin Ming picked up the pastry, put it in his mouth to taste, and nodded while eating: "It's Yueqing's Craftsmanship, good taste."
"Is this what you call living well? I feel sorry for being in a mess. Fighting at both ends for three days, either you beat others to the point of bleeding, or they beat you to the point of blood. They are obviously provoking trouble on purpose, can you Just avoid it."
"The weak will not die well, and the strong will not live well. I will be the strong! The strong forever!"
"who said it?"
"My father." Qin Ming looked a little sad, but then he was relieved, and picked up another snack to taste.
Caiyi opened her mouth and carefully looked at Qin Ming's face: "Do you... hate them? I don't mean anything, but others say they are actually..."
"Hate? Why should I hate. They won't abandon me, and they won't abandon their loved ones."
"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." Caiyi knew that she had encountered Qin Ming's sad past.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"By the way, Senior Sister Yueqing asked me to remind you that you have been silent for so many months and suddenly publicly displayed your spiritual strength, which will attract a lot of attention and attract more people to suppress you. You must be mentally prepared."
"Have I ever been afraid? It has been eight years, and I have finally broken through to the Spiritual Martial Realm. This is just the beginning. I will become stronger and let the Qing Yunzong's high-level people really value me. One day, I will save my relatives and my second brother." One hundred thousand city residents." Qin Ming said casually, but his tone revealed a firmness that only he knew.
"Don't be so anxious. You have endured it for eight years, and you still care about the present? If you really feel that someone is going to harm you during this time, you can go to Senior Sister Yueqing. We can't save the ancient city of Thunder, but we can definitely protect you. …”
"Boom!"
The iron gate of the warehouse compound was stomped open, and Zhao Lie walked in swaggeringly with his followers.
"Zhao Lie! What are you doing here!" Caiyi was annoyed and startled me.
Zhao Lie was not surprised that Caiyi was here: "Isn't this Junior Sister Caiyi? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't even dare to recognize her."
"I'm asking you something, what are you doing here?"
"I, Zhao Lie, still need to report to you?"
"You are not welcome here, get out!" Caiyi knew exactly what they were here for.
"Is this your home?" Zhao Lie showed a wicked smile, and several followers laughed unceremoniously.
"you… "
Qin Ming sat on the stone bench without getting up, and ate his snacks by himself: "There's no need to get angry with some rubbish."
"Criminal Qin Ming, what did you just say? Do you dare to say it again?" Zhao Lie walked towards them.
"I've said it many times over the years, why, are you addicted to listening?"
Caiyi hurriedly reminded: "Qin Ming, he is not the former Zhao Lie now."
"I'm not what I used to be." Qin Ming endured for more than two months and continued to break through. Although he was humiliated by Elder Chu Hua today, his strength is no longer in the Tempering Spirit Realm.
"Really?" Zhao Lie signaled his followers to close the iron gate, and stood in front of Qin Ming with a grin, lowering his eyes and looking down at him.
Qin Ming glanced at him with raised eyebrows, stood up on the stone bench, raised him by a head, and replaced him with downcast eyes overlooking Zhao Lie. "Is there something wrong?"
The momentum Zhao Lie just mentioned weakened on the spot, and he was annoyed: "Qin Ming, I don't understand how you, a criminal, have such a sense of superiority!"
"If you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, get out."
"I want to challenge you!" Zhao Lie didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he just wanted to beat Qin Ming fiercely and vent his anger. He had a certain momentum, and flames gushed out from his hands, burning blazingly.
The spiritual power is manifested, the spiritual realm!
"I haven't seen you in two months. How many layers of Lingwu have reached?" Qin Ming glanced at the flame in his hand, not surprised.
"Lingwu! Three Heavens!" Zhao Lie puffed out his chest proudly. In fact, he disappeared for so long because he was taken away by Elder Chu Hua. It was his sister who helped him win the opportunity. Guidance, ascending to two heavens in a row, from the beginning of entering the Lingwu realm to advancing to the third heaven of Lingwu.
Those followers were all proud of Zhao Lie.
"Listen up, Qin Ming. Our senior brother Zhao Lie passed today's test and won the first place. Elder Chu Hua also gave us a Lingzhu grass as a gift!"
"Do you know what Lingzhu grass is? It's a middle-grade spirit grass!"
"Ten days later, our senior brother Zhao Lie will enter Wuzong Pavilion to accept a stronger inheritance of martial arts. In the future, he may not only be a direct disciple, but may also grow into a disciple of Jin Ling. And you, continue to do odd jobs in this warehouse, haha."
"From now on, you can only stand behind our Senior Brother Zhao Lie and look at his back, haha."
Qin Ming's expression finally fluctuated a little, is it Lingzhu grass? He glanced at the embroidered bag on Zhao Lie's waist.