Chapter 2

Qin Ming had long been used to the eyes of Qingyun sect disciples. He accepted it calmly, whether it was sympathy or ridicule. After living here for eight years, Qin Ming always seemed to be a passer-by. He didn't integrate here, and Qingyun sect didn't want to accept him.

He dragged his tired and hurt body back to the Qingyun sect's sundry warehouse.

This is the place where he has lived for eight years. It is located on the low mountain near the main peak of Qingyun sect. The warehouse is very large. There were five people before, but now there are only two people to take care of it.

One is a strong Qin life, a decadent old man.

They belong to the bottom of Qingyun sect and have been living together for many years.

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and rubbed his face in front of the iron gate, showing a shallow smile, as usual.

"Old man, I'm back."

Qin ordered him to open the iron gate and snap his fingers as if nothing had happened.

The white 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 and silently miss the dead.

It is strange to say that one is lonely, the other is stubborn and strong, and two completely different personalities have lived in harmony here for many years.

Qin Ming hummed a tune and went to the warehouse to change into clean clothes. There is no chagrin, no frustration, and no resentment against anyone. He is not so used to it as he is trying to be optimistic, a kind of optimism under tenacity and persistence. He has been so for eight years.

In the distance, the old man sat quietly beside the solitary grave. He didn't seem to see Qin Ming injured. His attention was all on the solitary grave and the magnolias swaying by the solitary grave. Every day I basically live like this. In addition to simply sorting out the warehouse and eating, I just sit there with the grave.

"I'll have dinner later today. I'll practice first."

Qin Ming said hello, sat on the stone bench, sat quietly like a clock, breathed steadily, swallowed the subtle vitality between heaven and earth, and took care of his painful body.

What he is doing now is not martial arts, but a wonderful way of swallowing Qi - SHENGJUE!

Generally speaking, martial artists' lifelong pursuit is to swallow the energy between heaven and earth, condense it into spiritual power in their body, and show strong combat effectiveness through specific martial arts. It is generally acknowledged that the energy between heaven and earth is the "wild state" and "original state" of spiritual power.

But what Qin Ming captures now is not energy, but anger, the Qi of life! This wonderful and rare way of swallowing air comes from the old man in the distance.

Since Qin Ming was imprisoned in Qingyun sect as an ordinary disciple and arranged to be a servant in the warehouse, the old man has been here. 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 strange temper and seldom talks to Qin Ming, let alone others. But on a rainy night five years ago, when Qin Ming came back covered with blood, he accidentally said a set of formulas, which Qin Ming firmly remembered.

"Life is ethereal, free from heaven and earth, without beginning or end."

"The Big Dipper takes advantage of Qi, transports and changes four seasons, mediates all directions. Heaven and earth intersect, everything is biochemical, has a beginning and an end, and circulates."

"Born in four seasons and formed day and night."

"Essence and Qi are things, and wandering souls are changes."

"Check its origin and observe its operation. If you can understand its coming and going, you can skillfully add operational research to make it prosperous and avoid decline."

Qin Ming fumbled and studied for three years, and finally studied thoroughly, mastered and used it freely.

It is precisely because of this wonderful way of swallowing Qi that Qin Ming's injury can be cured in the shortest time, so that he can stubbornly live to the present in the persecution and oppression of Qingyun sect.

What is the origin of this formula? The old man didn't say, and Qin Ming didn't ask.

After one day's cultivation, Qin ming recovered most of his blood and injuries, and the pain basically disappeared.

The effect is magical.

In the evening, seeing that it was not early, Qin Ming stopped to practice, cooked food in the warehouse and put it on the humble wooden table outside. "Old man, it's time for dinner."

They were all ordinary wild vegetables. They were almost the same every day, but Qin Ming still made some different patterns and set four dishes.

The old man looked back at the dishes here. It might be that the color was good, or that he was really hungry after not eating all day. He patted the dust on his body, sat down and ate slowly without talking.

"You always eat, I'll practice for a while." Qin Ming picked up two chopsticks and continued to sit on the stone bench to swallow the gas of life.

He should 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. Four dishes were pulled in front of him and ate slowly.

He seems to have a special appetite today.

"Mr. Qin?" a pretty white girl knocked on the iron door and came in.

"Caiyi." Qin Ming said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for months. It's beautiful again."

"I haven't seen you for months. You've made trouble again. It's not easy. Elder martial sister Yueting asked me to bring you some medicine." the girl shook the little bamboo basket in her hand and said hello to the old man, but she was ignored. The old man took care of himself and ate his own food. The girl didn't care. She quickly came to Qin Ming and walked lightly: "I'll see how the injury is."

"Nothing, much better. Don't worry."

"Really, why do you bother? I 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 delicate like a lotus, looking very lively and cheerful, but Qin Ming's pale face still filled her face with worry and blamed him for his impulse.

"The opportunity is there. If you don't try, you can't know if it's OK."

"Then where is the opportunity? Why don't you understand? There are big elders who are pressing there, and other elders won't want to get into trouble. I know you are worried about your relatives and want to win status and improve their situation, but the more you hit hard, the more they pressure you. Can't we put down our posture a little?" Caiyi is distressed about Qin Ming's pale face.

"Put down your posture and be a dog? Wag your tail and beg for mercy? I can't do it."

Caiyi has a ruddy mouth and doesn't say anything else. I don't know how many times she has advised before. Even elder martial sister Yueqing has advised. What's the use? She opened the small bamboo basket. There were two bottles of medicine for dredging and regulating qi and some exquisite cakes. She whispered, "guess who made it."

"Say thank you to Yueqing for me. Don't worry about me. Don't I live well these years?" Qin Ming picked up the cake and tasted it in his mouth. He nodded while eating: "it's Yueqing's craft. It tastes good."

"Do you live well? I feel distressed when I'm embarrassed. If you fight every day, either you beat others' heads and blood, or others beat you all over with blood. They deliberately pick things up. If you can avoid them, you can avoid them."

"The weak can't die well, and the strong can't live well. I want to be the strong! The strong forever!"

"Who said that?"

"My father." Qin Ming looked a little gloomy, but then relieved, he picked up a snack and tasted it.

Caiyi opened her mouth and looked carefully at Qin Ming's face: "do you... Hate them? I don't mean anything else, but others say they are..."

"Hate? Why should I hate. They won't abandon me or their relatives."

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing." Caiyi knew that she had met Qin Ming's sad past.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"By the way, elder martial sister Yueqing asked me to remind you that you have been silent for so many months and suddenly show your strength in Lingwu territory. It will attract a lot of attention and attract more people to suppress you. You should be prepared."

"Have I ever been afraid? After eight years, I finally broke through the Lingwu realm. This is just the beginning. I will become stronger and let the top level of Qingyun sect really pay attention to me. I will save my relatives and 200000 city people one day." Qin Ming said casually, but his tone was firm that only he knew.

"Don't be so anxious. You've endured it for eight years and still care about now? If you really feel that someone is hurting you, go to elder martial sister Yueqing. We can't save thunder ancient city, but we can certainly protect you..."

"Bang!!"

The iron gate of the warehouse yard was pounded open, and Zhao lie swaggered in with his attendant.

"Zhao lie! What are you doing here!" Caiyi was angry and scared 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. I can't recognize it."

"Let me ask you something. What are you doing here?"

"Where do I need to report to you?"

"You are not welcome here. Go out!" Caiyi knows what they are doing.

"Is this your home?" Zhao lie showed a bad smile, and several attendants also smiled impolitely.

"You..."

Qin Ming sat on the stone bench and didn't get up. He ate snacks: "there's no need to be angry with some garbage."

"Sin min Qin Ming, what did you just say? Dare you say it again?" Zhao lie walked towards them.

"I've said it many times over the years. Why, I'm addicted to listening?"

Caiyi hurriedly reminded: "Qin Ming, he is not the former Zhao lie now."

"I'm not who I used to be." Qin Ming forbeared for more than two months and broke through continuously. Although he was humiliated by elder Chu Hua today, his strength is no longer the quench spirit realm in the past.

"Really?" Zhao lie motioned his attendants to close the iron gate. He stood in front of Qin Ming with a smile and looked down at him.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. He stood up on the stone bench, raised his head, and looked down at Zhao lie. "What's up?"

Zhao liegang's momentum was weakened on the spot. He was angry: "Qin life, I don't understand your sense of superiority!"

"If you have something to say, go away."

"I want to challenge you!" Zhao lie doesn't want to talk nonsense with him. He just wants to beat Qin's life and vent his evil spirit. He had a certain momentum, and his hands burst into flames and burned.

Show your spiritual power, Lingwu realm!

"Haven't seen it for two months, how many layers of Lingwu are heavy?" Qin Ming glanced at the flame in his hand, and there was no accident.

"Lingwu! Triple heaven!" Zhao lie held out his pride. He disappeared for so long. In fact, he was taken away by the elder Chu Hua. It was the opportunity his sister won for him. He practiced hard at the elder Chu Hua and was guided by his heart. He rose to the double heaven and entered the triple heaven of Lingwu from the beginning.

Those attendants are proud of Zhao lie.

"Listen to Qin Ming. Elder martial brother Zhao lie passed today's test and won the first place. Elder Chu Hua gave an extra plant of Lingzhu grass!"

"Do you know what is Lingzhu grass? That's Zhongpin lingcao!"

"Ten days later, senior brother Zhao lie will go into the Wuzong Pavilion and accept a stronger inheritance of martial arts. In the future, he may not only be a pro disciple, but also grow into a Jinling disciple. And you, continue to do chores in this warehouse, ha ha."

"From now on, you can only stand behind our senior brother Zhao lie and look at his back. Ha ha."

Qin Ming's look finally fluctuated. Lingzhu grass? He glanced at Zhao lie's embroidered bag at his waist.