Song Song insisted on staying in Xuantianmen as the head, Lin Cheng gave him face, but privately ordered everyone to be harsher on him.
As the leader, he has no real power. The spiritual stones and grasses that he receives are less than that of ordinary disciples, and the clothes he wears are all mended. Fortunately, he is extremely talented, so he is still improving. At the beginning, he would still have conflicts with Lin Cheng, and everyone Xuan Cheng left behind hinted at him to be patient, because with his talent, he would surpass Lin Cheng one day.
He never married Song Qian, because Lin Cheng said that Song Qian's qualifications were not worthy of him as the head of the sect.
Lin Cheng demoted Song Qian to a handyman to clean the Xuantian Gate every day. Song Song wanted to ask Lin Cheng to make a theory, but everyone stopped him and told him, bear, bear.
After suffering for twenty years, he thought that he would suffer more and more, but the strange thing is that the bottom line of a person seems to be lowered again and again.
At first Lin Cheng asked him to kneel and wipe the floor of his room. He wanted to draw his sword, but after holding back for twenty years, Lin Cheng asked him to lick the soles of his shoes. He felt that it didn't seem so unbearable
He was humiliated by Lin Cheng, beaten by Lin Cheng, and after the abuse, he respectfully let him be the head of the sect, and gave him a stick and a sweet date. He only needed to be obedient, and everything was fine.
So everything seems to have become a habit.
Song Qian cried and asked him why he didn't draw his sword and why he endured it. He held Song Qian's hand, as if telling himself to endure.
Endure until he is stronger than him, endure until he can kill him.
Seeing Song Song keep silent day by day, and lose the vigor of the past day by day, both Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen frowned.
"Jianxiu didn't bear the word." Qin Zichen had worry in his eyes: "Lin Cheng did this to destroy his Dao heart."
The heart of a sword cultivator is to learn how to draw a sword. Lin Cheng wears away Song Song's vigor little by little. After one year, ten years, and one hundred years, Song Song will bear it again and again. One day, he will find out that patience A thing of habit.
"Then what if it's you?" Su Qingyi turned to look at him, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Will the peak master be able to draw his sword in his position?"
Qin Zichen remained silent, when Su Qingyi thought he would not answer, he suddenly said, "Draw your sword."
Su Qingyi raised her head suddenly, Qin Zichen's brows were indifferent: "Fifty years ago, I thought I could not draw my sword. But then I realized that there is no other way to practice swordsmanship than to draw the sword. Now that I have cultivated the Tao, how can I care about it?" Life and death?"
"My Dao heart is here, and only when I draw my sword can I make a breakthrough. If I don't draw my sword, I'm just a frog in warm water. After a few years, I'm still dead. I'm going to die in embarrassment."
"Exactly." Su Qingyi nodded, Qin Zichen looked up at the sky, frowned and said, "When will we go out?"
"Are you in a hurry?" Su Qingyi looked up with a smile, Qin Zichen was a little surprised, why is this person still not in a hurry in such an environment? He couldn't help being silent for a moment: "Tell me the truth," he said seriously, "What is your level of talisman cultivation?"
The level of Fu Xiujian's cultivation cannot be seen simply from his cultivation base. Hearing what Qin Zichen said, Su Qingyi's expression froze, and then she blinked and said, "Guess?"
There is no need to guess, she must have some adventures that should not be told to others.
So he frowned: "Why did you come to Tianjianzong?"
Su Qingyi couldn't answer, she lowered her face, and said coldly: "Peak Master, everyone has their own secrets, anyway, I won't harm the Heavenly Sword Sect."
Qin Zichen nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his head and said, "Why are we stuck here? How about I strike again?"
"It can't be split." Su Qingyi sneered: "This is the echo formation that Song Song laid down with his life, the formation that he laid with his life, you split it with a sword, how sorry for his sacrifice?"
"Echo Array?"
"It's a very simple formation," Su Qingyi said with a slightly cold expression, "The person facing the battle will not be harmed. If you trap the people in the formation, you can leave after reading the memories the other party wants you to see. One year in the formation is equal to half a moment outside the formation. In the middle, he has no malicious intentions, he just wants to trap us."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, Song Song sat in the room and practiced, but no matter what, he couldn't take another step above the golden core.
Not long after, a disciple hurried in and said anxiously: "Master, it's not good." Song Song opened his eyes, and the disciple knelt on the ground, trembling: "Senior Sister Song Qian... was taken to the punishment hall!"
Song Song got up suddenly and rushed towards the penalty hall.
When he came to the punishment hall, Man Shan's disciples were standing in front of the punishment hall. Song Qian was pressed and knelt down. Her clothes were torn, revealing her white shoulders and half of her breasts. Her whole body was covered with scars, but she still couldn't stop. He kept yelling and scolding: "Lin Cheng, you old man, you want to frame me even if you can't humiliate me..."
Lin Cheng sat in the high hall, and smiled slightly: "I humiliate you? You don't even look at your beauty and status, just like you, you are not worthy of being a cauldron for me!"
As he said that, he raised his head, saw Song Song at the door, and said with a smile: "Nephew Song Xian is here, since he is here, let's take care of this matter. Let's talk about this matter, I also feel embarrassed." Shang Wuguang. You... fiancee," he said, clenching these three words tightly: "She intends to seduce me, and she also drugged me. Presumably nephew Song Xian would not be able to do such lowly things. Don't you care?"
"I didn't! No!" Song Qian screamed, Song Song didn't dare to speak, Lin Cheng smiled and said: "Since Nephew Song Xian doesn't speak, then I will help Nephew Song Xian punish him. Everyone here takes one sword, don't hurt me." Let’s teach this bastard a lesson.”
No one dared to move, Song Qian was still yelling and cursing, Lin Chengjian flew out of her hand, slashing through Song Qian's skin. Song Qian was taken aback for a moment, the audience was silent, and then a woman's voice yelled: "What are you afraid of, aren't you just a slut? You were adopted and hooked up with the boss, why are you pretending to be noble!"
"Okay," Lin Cheng nodded in applause, and threw a elixir into the hands of the woman who spoke, "To tell you the truth, I like it very much."
Seeing such a formation, everyone knew the direction of the wind. Swords flew out from the hands of the disciples, everyone shouted and cursed, the more they cursed, the more indignant they felt, as if there was really such a hateful woman in the middle, flying swords flew out one after another, cutting open her skin, her flesh and blood, Song Qian knelt on the spot, and within a moment, she became bloody.
Her whole body seemed to be drowned in blood, Song Song stared blankly, his sword screamed desperately, the girl in front of her just stared at him, all begging.
sword drawn...
sword drawn...
Draw your sword! !
There seemed to be something roaring in the girl's eyes, but he didn't dare to move, he desperately thought, he must bear it, he must bear it. Everyone's swords were stained with blood. Song Qian couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. Lin Cheng raised his eyes to Song Song and smiled and said, "Why, Nephew Song Xian, can't bear it?"
Song Song opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. The blood-clothed girl on the ground struggled to get up, and in the silence of the crowd, she straightened up little by little.
She was covered in blood, unable to see her original face, and walked towards Song Song with difficulty step by step, as if she was reborn from the ashes of the sea of blood.
Every step she took fell on his heart, Song Song trembled all over, the girl walked in front of her, fixed her eyes on him, clasped his hand holding the sword, and said in a low voice: "Draw the sword."
"Aqian..." Song Song's heart was full of panic, and Song Qian shouted loudly: "Why do you learn swords! What is your way! You don't love me, you say you want to protect me, you say you want to protect your father The Xuantianmen left behind, you can’t even draw your sword today?! Draw your sword! I’ll let you draw your sword!”
"Nephew Song Xian," Lin Cheng sipped his tea, "If you don't draw your sword, I'm going to do it."
Song Song narrowed his pupils suddenly, and before Lin Cheng could make a move, he finally drew out his sword.
"I'm sorry..." he trembled, slashing her arm with his sword.
Such a light sword made Song Qian show a desperate expression.
"You are not my brother..." She smiled and said, "Song Song, your way is ruined."
Something collapsed in his heart, he trembled and closed his eyes, shouting loudly: "You made such a big mistake today, but you still don't want to repent. Song Qian, you go to Siguoya and stay!"
As he said that, he knelt down in front of Lin Cheng and said sincerely: "Elder Lin, A Qian is still young, if she offends anything, I hope the elder will forgive him for Song Song's sake."
Lin Cheng smiled without saying a word, and waved his hand to let everyone break up. A disciple came and dragged Song Qian down. Before Song Qian left, she stared at him intently.
The look in Song Qian's eyes tormented him before she left. He thought that Lin Cheng should let her go after Song Qian was imprisoned in Siguo Cliff. So he has been huddled in his room, and has never been to the Cliff of Thoughts. One month, two months, when the snow fell at the beginning of that year, he heard someone knocking on the window.
He opened the window and saw Song Qian. She was glowing with brilliance, looked at him tenderly, and called him as she did when she was young: "Brother."
He froze for a moment, and a great panic hit his heart. The little girl stretched out her hand towards him and put it on his cheek: "Brother," she said, "You are alone, take good care of yourself. I'll go gone."
As she spoke, her soul suddenly shattered and scattered in the snow. He called out her name, and then rushed to the Cliff of Thoughts like a madman.
Thinking of the cliff, the wind and snow were filled, and there was no sign of her. He looked for her everywhere, inch by inch. The wind and snow that day were so heavy that it fell all over his shoulders. Finally, he found her in a cave. Hugging her body tremblingly, her mind was filled with the image of her walking towards him covered in blood.
Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword!
What life is he afraid of, what death is he afraid of, what strength is waiting for him, what is he to endure humiliation!
He doesn't want anything, he doesn't care about anything, he only wants one thing, to kill Lin Cheng, and to kill everyone who has abused her!
Golden light burst from his body, and after twenty years, he finally conceived a baby.
small theater:
One day, Su Qingyi went to see Qin Zichen training his disciples.
In the training ground, Qin Zichen shouted to his disciples: "Call me, draw your sword, draw your sword, draw your sword!"
The disciples shouted, the voice was loud.
When Qin Zichen came back, Su Qingyi asked why he was shouting to draw his sword.
Qin Zichen: "According to my many years of experience in animation, novels and various actual combat, this slogan has the purpose of inadvertently upgrading. Shouting and shouting, it will probably be upgraded..."
Su Qingyi: "Do you have any shadows about Song Song's having a baby?"
Qin Zichen: "..."
Su Qingyi nodded: "Indeed, it takes luck for this kind of person to be able to conceive a baby."
As soon as the words were finished, the wind howled, and a huge dragon stared at Su Qingyi by the window, and said in a low voice, "Don't speak ill of my brother!"
Su Qingyi immediately looked at Qin Zichen: "Close the door and bite her!"
Thunder fell from the sky, and clusters of small lightning flashed from Qin Zichen's fingertips: "Oh."
Fanhua, Lali, Ice Cream and other people who eat melons immediately replied: "Peak Master, Xie Hantan is acting aggressive again on the top of the mountain!"
It can be split.