He was originally the young city lord of Thunder Ancient City, and his parents were both named elders of Qingyun Sect. He had enjoyed a prominent position since he was a child. Loved by his parents, loved by the city people, he also has a well-behaved younger sister, and his life is very happy.
At that time, his parents would often bring him to Qingyun Sect, and some elders would pinch his face with a smile and say cute, and some elders would pat his chest proudly, you child will be my direct disciple from now on, let's make a deal .
Qin Ming is full of yearning for this place, full of desire for martial arts.
However…
One night, it changed everything.
A sudden change shattered the once beautiful.
His parents disappeared, his life and death were unknown, Qing Yunzong's angry punishment came to Lei Ting Ancient City.
Qin Ming, as the young city lord, was forcibly arrested to Qingyun Sect, where he suffered as a servant and was taken as a hostage in disguise. The relatives of the Chengfu 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, looking at the strange environment around him with trepidation, and enduring all kinds of ridicule in despair.
Eight years have passed in a flash, Qin Ming faded away from immaturity, and walked tenaciously to the present.
From being decadent and desperate to now being tenacious and tenacious, he has gone through a very difficult and bitter journey.
In the past eight years, he has recognized many people and things clearly.
He once naively questioned why the heavens were so unfair, but now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world - the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive!
The young heart also firmly remembers what his father once said - the weak will not die well, and the strong will not live well.
So he has been stubbornly raising his head, stubbornly facing ridicule and humiliation, and has also found his own attitude towards life and attitude towards martial arts through continuous efforts.
Qin Ming understands that no one will help him, only he can be worthy of himself. He vowed to become the Jin Ling disciple of Qingyun Sect, to win his own status here, to gain the qualification to fight against that elder, and to rescue the suffering Lei Ting Ancient City.
"Be patient for another year and learn another martial art. After one year, I will be promoted to the Ninth Heaven of Spiritual Martial Arts."
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, and practiced Shengsheng Jue for a while before returning, and his condition recovered well. It's just that the clothes are torn, with blood stains, and the whole body is wet by the rain, revealing the strong and strong muscle lines.
He was hungry and was about to get something to eat, but he stopped there as soon as he entered the compound. "Who is that?"
There was a person standing inside the warehouse door, not the old man, but a tall girl. The fire was flickering inside, and her perfectly proportioned silhouette could be vaguely seen.
Zhao Min? Not like!
Qin Ming was vigilant about his surroundings, could it be that Zhao Min found someone else to take revenge? It seems that I can't wait to choose this rainy night.
Inside the iron gate of the warehouse, the girl turned her back to Qin Ming and was talking softly inside.
"Hall Master's injury is getting worse, I'm afraid he won't last long, he told me to invite you back."
"The forces of all parties are eyeing it, and the Shura Palace needs someone to sit in it."
"You are the only one who can support the Asura Hall, and you are the only one who can convince the tens of thousands of blood disciples in the Asura Hall."
... ...
She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be begging someone.
"Crack!" Qin Ming accidentally stepped on a branch, and the weak crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the girl in the warehouse.
The girl glanced lightly, but didn't pay much attention, it was indifference and ignorance. But Qin Ming's current appearance was too eye-catching, she looked towards the compound again.
Qin Ming held three flying knives tightly in his hand, and the electric light ran wildly all over his body, and the sharp bright light flickered intensively, illuminating his cold and handsome face like a knife. He frowned vigilantly on the girl and his surroundings, and approached the warehouse with the throwing knife in hand. "The girl inside, you have gone to the wrong place. You can't enter the men's room casually. Come out and chat?"
The girl's face was slightly cold, and she was about to make a move when a hoarse voice sounded from inside the warehouse: "Don't cause trouble here, it's getting late, I'm going to rest, you go."
"Old Ancestor..." the girl was anxious.
But there was no sound from the warehouse.
"For the sake of the Hall Master and the Hall of Asura, please think carefully again." The girl bowed and bowed, and stepped back out of the warehouse.
Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly. She was covered by a black robe, revealing only her beautiful face, which could be seen clearly by the light of the fire in the warehouse. The skin is firm and fat, the eyes are like autumn water, the nose is straight, and the red lips are moist. It is really the color of the city and the country. It is like a dream, and the beauty is suffocating. Even Qin Ming is slightly surprised. Such a beautiful beauty is really rare. .
Qin Ming was amazed by her beauty, but it can be concluded that this girl is definitely not from Qing Yunzong.
The girl regarded Qin Ming as air, brushed past Qin Ming, and left the compound, disappearing silently into the darkness as lightly as a passing light.
"What's your luck today? I only look at beautiful women." Qin Ming looked back for a while, then looked at the warehouse, and didn't pay much attention to it. As long as he didn't come to seek revenge on him, there was no need to bother.
"Grandpa, haven't you eaten all day?" Qin Ming opened the stove, and all the food made in the morning was inside, without moving, it was already cold.
The old man was sitting in a corner of the warehouse, half asleep and half awake, the flickering candlelight beside him reflected his old profile.
"I'm hot again, do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming untied a pheasant from his waist, and accidentally hit it during the training in the back mountain.
He didn't ask the girl's identity, nor the purpose of coming here. He has a tacit understanding with the old man, you don't tell me, I don't ask, it has been like this for eight years.
The old man raised his eyes and didn't speak.
Qin Ming took a shower, changed into clean clothes, turned on the stove, got some vegetables, and stewed the pheasant.
The hot aroma permeates the humble warehouse.
"It smells good!! Old man, come and have some for supper." Qin Ming greeted the old man.
The old man ignored it and continued to lie there crookedly.
"I'll eat first, and I'll save some for you." Qin Ming was really hungry, so he ate on his own.
But after eating for a while, the old man stood up and walked into the warehouse.
Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Old man, I'm going out later, don't rush to close the door."
He was going to pick the snake heart fruit late at night, so that the people from Yaoshan would not pick it up first.
But after a while, the old man brought a large dark 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 he went to get two bowls and picked up a plate of pickled vegetables along the way. It's not a good ingredient, it's the vegetable roots left over from Qin Ming's usual cooking, washed and soaked in a salt jar. Sometimes when he was too tired and too busy, he would grab a few pickled vegetables and eat steamed buns for dinner.
The old man opened the wine jar, and the strong aroma of wine filled the warehouse. He poured himself a bowl of wine, and also poured 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 strange. What happened tonight
The old man picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp, tilted his head up, took a long breath, and filled himself up again.
Qin Ming shook the bowl, tried to take a big sip, and suddenly felt the strong pungentness filling his mouth, and enemas down his throat to his stomach.
Burning heartburn.
"Hoohoo, this wine is strong enough." Qin Ming grinned his teeth. He had never drank alcohol before, and he quickly picked up two mouthfuls of vegetables, trying to suppress the hot and spicy feeling.
The old man poured it on him again, then raised his head and poured down the whole bowl again.
Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years, and he has never been like this before. Could it be related to the girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl, gritted his teeth, and poured it down with his head up, a rush of hot air rushed up, and he felt hot all over his body.
However, if you taste it carefully, the taste of this wine is not bad.
The old man gave Qin Ming again.
"You can eat vegetables too, here's a chicken leg." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables towards the old man.
One old and one young, just eating simple meals like this, except for Qin Ming's occasional words, the old man is very silent, and has always been silent.
The girl just didn't go far, she was going to leave, but after Qin Ming yelled "Old Man", she stopped outside the warehouse gate on a rainy night, looking at the reflection of the warehouse window from afar.
"Who is that boy?" Two black shadows appeared in front of the girls, one girl a year, both middle-aged, and they seemed to have extremely strong strength. The pattering cold rain didn't even manage to wet their clothes, and they were evaporated by the invisible aura before it really fell on them.
The expression on the face under the cloak was shocking, that boy could eat and drink at the same table with him
They couldn't believe their eyes. There was a mountain of bones and a sea of blood behind this old man. His notoriety shocked the world. Who would dare to sit with him
"Only the third level of Lingwu, the strength is too weak." The girl only regarded Qin Ming as his slave, but how dare an ordinary slave call him old man? How could he be qualified to drink at the same table with him. Does this boy have another identity? But how could the strength be so weak.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "No one in the Qingyun Sect, including the suzerain, knows his identity. This young man probably doesn't know either. He just treats him like an ordinary old man."
"He has been missing for ten years, and the whole world thought he was dead. If it wasn't for the arrangements made by the Palace Master this time, we really wouldn't know he was still alive." The woman looked at the uncharacterized solitary grave in the corner of the compound, thinking about it Those legends, with a sigh in my heart, the most lonely thing in the world is this.
The middle-aged man said: "Asura Hall needs him to go back, and he should also shoulder this responsibility."
The woman snorted coldly: "He insists on not going back, what can you do? Take him away forcibly? 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 minute, I believe he still has feelings for Shura Palace."
"Miss, we came here at a great risk, so we can't stay here for long. If Qing Yunzong finds out, we..."
"He won't keep us waiting too long."