Qin Ming sat on the stone bench and studied Shengshengjue all night. Instead of being tired, he became more energetic. Shengshengjue can absorb the energy of life from the heaven and the earth, allowing him to recover from his wounds and maintain his vitality.
Qin Ming spent three full years in the first stage of graduate student's life art, and the time span is very long. One is because he is really too young and doesn't know much. It's all about figuring it out on your own. This time, the second part of the study was obviously much smoother, and he had some insights in one night. Qin Ming was confident that he could study thoroughly in half a year or even less, and master the first and second parts of the "Sheng Sheng Jue".
The old man didn't know when he went back to sleep in the warehouse, and there were only Qin Ming and the lonely grave in the yard.
Qin Ming was in a good mood, sweeping away the gloom of being rejected by Elder Chu Hua. He made breakfast for the old man, put a steamed bun in his mouth, went to the corner of the yard to do daily exercises, lifted the two-meter-high stone jar, and put it firmly in his hand, his muscles were tense, and his lines were perfect.
This stone jar is what he used to hold groceries.
His job every morning is to deliver the needed groceries to various places in Qingyunzong. At the beginning, he pushed a wooden wheeled cart and delivered them back and forth. Put it inside and carry it for delivery. Two years ago, he switched to a stone jar, put all the things he wanted to deliver every day in the stone jar, and carried it to deliver the goods.
The outside of the stone jar is full of iron cones, and the whole weighs 300 jin. If you put the things to be delivered every day, it will weigh at least 500 jin, and when it is heavy, it will reach 700-800 jin.
With his upper body bare, Qin Ming strode in the courtyard with the stone jar held high. Strong muscles, strong explosive power, and tenacity and perseverance are the result of day-to-day exercise.
Turn difficulties into experience, this is what Qin Ming said to himself every day.
"Qin Ming, are you there?" A high-pitched voice came from outside, a white and fat man stood outside the iron gate, looking very arrogant, and deliberately raised his head and squinted his eyes.
His name is Zhang Dong, and he is one of the stewards of the Qingyun Sect. He is responsible for managing half of the servants of the Qingyun Sect and arranging their daily work.
Qin Mingli ignored him and continued to exercise holding the stone jar.
"Are you so deaf? I'm following you..." Zhang Dong screamed at the top of his voice.
Boom! The stone jar in Qin Ming's hand fell heavily, and the entire warehouse compound trembled.
Zhang Dong trembled, his voice stuck on the spot, like a duck being strangled, standing at the iron gate and not daring to take half a step inside.
Qin Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What's the matter?"
Looking at the several-hundred-jin stone jar, Zhang Dong felt apprehensive, but the expression on his face was still arrogant. He raised the list in his hand: "This is the goods to be delivered today."
"It's posted on the door every day, why do you have the time to come in and see me today?"
"Hey! You little criminal, I came here because I think highly of you..." Zhang Dong was flustered by Qin Ming's eyes, and his hesitation turned into a mutter. He really didn't dare to flirt with Qin Ming, otherwise he would be beaten. He had been beaten quite a few times before, and this bastard had no concept of status difference in his eyes.
"Give it to me." Qin Ming walked over, took the list, and glanced at it: "So many places?"
Zhang Dong snorted: "Aren't you at the Spiritual Martial Realm? You dare to attack Elder Chu Hua, so it's difficult for you to send more goods?"
"There are some places here that I shouldn't send."
"What should be delivered and what should not be delivered, I have the final say. Those who are capable will work harder. From today, you will have three times more delivery locations than before."
Qin Ming glanced at him coldly, and shook the list in his hand.
"What are you doing? If you dare to beat me again, I will send you all the goods from Qingyunzong in the future. You won't be exhausted! Look... you... still watch? Look again! Qin Ming, don't be impulsive, why don't you send a few more catties of goods It's gone..." Seeing Qin Ming walking forward, Zhang Dong was so frightened that he staggered back. When Qin Ming was just ten years old, he chased him all over the mountains and beat him. Since then, he has been beaten at least twice a year. The more you punish him, the harder he will beat you. This kid is strong and strong, so he is not afraid of punishment. After all, Qin Ming hasn't beaten him this year, so Zhang Dong has a shadow in his heart.
"I'll pick things up, don't be afraid." Qin Ming picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the stone jar.
Zhang Dong was ashamed: "Hurry up and pack it up, hurry up and deliver the goods, I warn you, even if you are in the Xuanwu realm in the future, you are still a servant, and you have to deliver goods every day."
"Zhang Dong, don't be too arrogant. You will always be in charge, but I may not always be a servant." Qin Ming took a bucket of well water, walked into the warehouse, cleaned up first, and changed into clean and tidy clothes.
Although he is a servant, he is also a young master, the Young Lord of Thunder Ancient City.
Clothes don’t need to be expensive, just be clean, and if you don’t suffer too much, just smile.
Regardless of whether others think highly of yourself, first of all, you must think highly of yourself and respect yourself.
This is an attitude towards life, and it is also Qin Ming's attitude towards martial arts.
Zhang Dong rolled his eyes outside, pretending no matter what, you will be a servant for the rest of your life.
Qin Ming moved them to the stone jars one by one according to the goods and quantities listed in the list. But looking back at Zhang Dong who was raising his head and squinting at the iron gate, he frowned for a while, then walked into the warehouse, stuffed some other things around his waist, and then walked out of the warehouse.
The stone jar was filled with all kinds of goods, weighing at least 800 catties inside and out.
Qin Ming raised his hand and drank in a muffled voice. The stone jar jumped up and squatted firmly on his hands.
Zhang Dong took a deep breath while watching, and secretly cursed the pervert. "Hurry up! Don't dawdle, I'll let you walk and crawl back when you're late."
Qin Ming left the warehouse holding the stone jar. The weight of eight hundred catties was a lot of pressure for Qin Ming, but he insisted on lifting it every day, keeping his steps as steady as possible and breathing smoothly.
Zhang Dong was envious in his heart, and ridiculed: "Look at you, you are so powerful, what can you do if you have no body and strength? For a strong man, martial arts and realm are the key. Unfortunately, they have no fate with you in this life." , at most you can go around in the Lingwu Realm, don’t think about higher levels.”
The stone jar in Qin Ming's hand suddenly tilted, and it was about to fall towards Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong screamed in shock, and threw himself far away, rolling and crawling.
Qin Ming straightened the stone jar easily, and strode past him.
"You...you bastard!" Zhang Dong gritted his teeth angrily.
Qingyun Sect is located in the depths of the Yunluo Forest. It has been passed down for thousands of years. The sect has a huge area, sitting on more than 30 mountains, with 8,000 disciples and countless strong men. It is a famous sect , is the sacred place in the hearts of warriors within hundreds of kilometers.
Qing Yunzong openly recruits disciples every two years, and at that time, tens of thousands of people gather at the foot of the mountain, trying every means to get their children in, practice martial arts, and condense their spiritual power. If they can complete the Tempering Spirit Realm and advance to the Spirit Martial Realm, it will be enough for them to be proud parents. If they are lucky enough to become elite disciples, or even become the direct disciples of a certain elder, then the ancestral grave will be smoked, or it will be a cuckoo. kind of.
Qin Ming held up the stone jar and strode in Qingyunzong. Every step made the ground steps tremble slightly. This scene is definitely the most eye-catching scene in the early morning of Qingyunzong. Although many disciples are used to it, he It always attracts attention every time it appears.
He looks very strong and powerful, with a height of 1.8 meters, he seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but in fact he is only fifteen years old. It is the eight years of torture in Qingyun Sect that made him more mature, whether it is mental Or appearance.
"Qin Ming, congratulations on entering the Lingwu Realm."
Someone on the road greeted Qin Ming and gave him a kind smile, with some admiration or sympathy in the smile.
"Hello Senior Brother." Qin Ming always greeted these friendly disciples.
"I'll discuss with you another day." Some disciples also shouted from a distance.
"Okay, I'll make a note of it." Qin Ming responded with a smile.
Of course, some people look up to Qin Ming, and some people don't like Qin Ming. There were many disciples coming and going on the road, some laughed, some whispered, and more people just ignored him.
Qin Ming took the list and held the stone jar, and walked steadily on the steep stone steps, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, delivering goods to those courtyards, kitchens, personal martial arts fields, etc., and recycling the materials that were no longer used.
While doing his own work seriously, he is exercising his strength.
There was nothing wrong with delivering more than a dozen in a row, but when Qin Ming climbed to the top of the mountain to practice martial arts, he was criticized head-on.
"What I want is an iron rod, a one-hundred-jin iron rod, what do you mean by giving us two wooden sticks?"
A strong disciple broke the thick wooden stick and threw it at Qin Ming.
The huge martial arts arena was quiet, and many disciples who were practicing in the morning looked here.
This kind of large martial arts arena is the place where the disciples of Qingyun Sect concentrate on their cultivation. There is a specially built martial arts stone platform and special training equipment. Here you can practice, learn from each other, and enjoy the battles of elite disciples. Learn experience and skills. The field can accommodate up to a thousand people, and it is an important training occasion for Qing Yunzong.
There are fifteen such large-scale martial arts arenas in Qing Yunzong.
Qin Ming put down the stone jar and took out the list: "The tenth martial arts field, two wooden sticks."
"Fart, I made it clear to Zhang Dong last night that I want a hundred-jin iron rod. Boy, are you Qin Ming? I heard that you showed the strength of the Lingwu realm in the test yesterday? Pooh, Lingwu The Martial Realm is amazing, dare to secretly exchange materials? Believe it or not, I can put you in confinement for ten days with just one word."
Sparse laughter came from the side.
"What a big deal, I'll go back and change it for you." Qin Ming raised the stone jar, turned and left.
"When? I'm in a hurry to use it."
"Next life."
"You are so tired of working." The disciple was annoyed, but he was pulled down by other disciples. You are twenty years old, what are you talking about with children.
Qin Ming was too lazy to deal with this kind of goods, and continued to deliver the goods with the stone jars on his shoulders. After a while, he came to another mountain. This mountain was not within his delivery range before, because all the female disciples lived here.
"Hey, isn't this Qin Ming?"
"It seems to be, why are you here?"
"I heard that I have reached the Spirit Martial Realm. This kid is a talent."
"He's actually pretty good, but his personality is too strong and he won't bow his head."
"Obviously a young city lord, it's pitiful to be reduced to this level."
There were many female disciples coming and going, but no one made things difficult for him.
Qin Ming held the stone jar and walked halfway up the mountain. This is the delivery location, but he came to have a look, hey, the hot spring area
There are large and small independent hot springs here. It is said that the warm water comes from deep underground and is rich in water energy. Many disciples like to practice here.
"Who are you?" A female disciple met Qin Ming head-on. She might have just finished training. Her long hair was wet and she didn't have many clothes. The two-meter stone jar was a little surprised, but he quickly recognized him. "How did you come here?"
"Thirty sticks here..." Qin Ming really didn't know that this was a hot spring area, he opened his mouth and stopped talking, and there was thirty sticks written on the list
"Thirty what?"
"It's nothing, I sent it to the wrong place." Qin Ming understood, that bastard Zhang Dong must be messing with him.
"Why is there a man?" A few female disciples came to the side, and they all stopped one after another. They all had wet hair and thin clothes, which made people daydream.
Qin Ming didn't want to cause trouble, and was about to leave with a stone jar in hand. A female disciple scolded: "This mountain does not allow male disciples to enter in the morning and evening, do you understand the rules?"
The female disciple from before persuaded me gently. "Don't embarrass him, maybe he went to the wrong place."
"Then who knows, maybe there is something fancy about it."
A female disciple giggled and said, "You're not very old, but your body is quite strong."
Depressed, Qin Ming quickly left the mountain and dumped all the goods on the list at the foot of the mountain. Anyway, I gave it away, but they won't let it in, so they can only put it here, and whoever wants it will get it.
"This kind of method is really low-level." Qin Ming opened the list and looked carefully at the places to be delivered next. Except for a few that looked normal, there was even a 'Ninth Mountain'.
Isn't the Ninth Mountain the Medicine Mountain
Herb Mountain is a forbidden area of Qingyun Sect, no disciples are allowed to set foot on it privately, anyone who dares to violate it will be severely punished.
Zhang Dong was so ruthless that he even asked him to deliver goods in Yaoshan. If he went, he might be kicked out. If he didn't go, he could take the opportunity to report to the manager, and then punish Qin Ming.
Qin Ming threw away the list resolutely and prepared to leave. I don't care about your punishment, I won't serve you.
But after walking a few steps, Qin Ming stopped on the path, rolled his eyes, and looked back at the list.