Chapter 8

He was the young leader of thunder ancient city. His father and mother were both registered elders of Qingyun sect. He enjoyed a prominent position from his childhood. His parents love him and the city people love him. He also has a clever sister and lives a happy life.

At that time, his parents often brought him to Qingyun sect. Some elders would pinch his face with a smile and say he was cute. Some elders patted his chest with pride. You will be my own disciple in the future. Let's make a deal.

Qin Ming is full of longing for here and martial arts.

However

One night changed everything.

A sudden change, so that once beautiful are fragmented.

Parents disappear, life and death are unknown, and Qingyun sect's angry punishment comes to thunder ancient city.

As the leader of Shaocheng, Qin Ming was forcibly arrested to Qingyun sect. He suffered as a servant and was taken hostage in a disguised form. The relatives of the city government and more than 200000 people in the city were escorted to the Lingshi mine deep in Daqingshan.

At that time, he was only seven years old. He looked at the strange environment around him in panic and suffered all kinds of ridicule in despair.

In a flash, eight years later, Qin's life has faded, and he has come to the present tenaciously.

From decadence and despair to tenacity and tenacity, he walked hard and hard all the way.

In the past eight years, he has recognized a lot of people and things.

He once naively asked why heaven is so unfair. Now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world - the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest! The young heart also firmly remember his father's words - the weak can't die easily, and the strong can't live easily.

Therefore, he has been stubbornly raising his head, stubbornly facing ridicule and humiliation, and has also found his own life attitude and attitude towards martial arts in his continuous efforts.

Qin Ming knows that no one will help him. Only he can be worthy of himself. He vowed to become the Jinling disciple of Qingyun sect, win his own status here, get the qualification to compete with the elder and save the suffering thunder ancient city.

"Bear it for another year and learn some other martial arts. After one year, I will enter the Ninth Heaven of Lingwu."

Qin Ming set a goal for himself. The faster his strength is improved, the more attention will be paid to him.

He returned to the warehouse in the middle of the night and practiced for a while before coming back. He recovered well. But the clothes were ragged and stained with blood. The whole body was wet by the rain, revealing strong muscle lines.

He was hungry and ready to get something to eat, but he stopped there as soon as he entered the courtyard. "Who is that?"

There was a man standing in the warehouse door. He was not an old man. He looked like a tall girl. There was a flicker of fire inside, and she could be seen in a perfect proportion.

Zhao Min? No! Qin Ming is vigilant around. Did Zhao Min find someone else to avenge him? I can't wait to choose this rainy night.

In the iron gate of the warehouse, the girl was whispering something with her back to Qin Ming.

"The temple Lord's injury is getting worse. I'm afraid it won't last long. He told me to invite you back."

"All forces are eyeing, and someone needs to sit in the Shura hall."

"You are the only one who can support the Shura hall, and you are the only one who can convince tens of thousands of blood disciples in the Shura hall."

………………

She seemed to be talking to herself or begging someone.

"Click!" Qin Ming accidentally stepped on a branch, and the faint crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the girl in the warehouse.

The girl glanced faintly and didn't care much. It was indifference or disregard. But Qin Ming's appearance is so eye-catching that she looks at the courtyard again.

Qin Ming held three flying knives tightly in his hand, and his whole body flashed with lightning. The sharp light flashed intensively, illuminating his cold and handsome face like a knife. He was wary of the girl with his eyebrows, and was also wary of the surroundings. He approached the warehouse with a flying knife. "The girl inside, you're in the wrong place. Men can't enter the room and come out to talk?"

The girl's face was slightly cold and was about to make a move, but there was a hoarse voice in the warehouse: "don't make trouble with me. It's getting late. I'm going to have a rest. Go."

"Lao Zu..." the girl was worried.

But there was no sound in the warehouse.

"For the sake of the hall Lord and the Shura hall, please think again." the girl bowed and walked out of the warehouse.

Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly. He was covered in a black robe, revealing only jueli's face. He could see it clearly by the light of the fire in the warehouse. The skin is like fat, the eyes are like autumn water, Qiong's nose is very upturned, and her red lips are moist. It's really the color of the city and the country. It's dreamlike, and the beauty is suffocating. Even Qin's life is slightly surprised. Such a gorgeous beauty is really rare.

Qin Ming was amazed at her beauty, but it can be concluded that this girl is not from Qingyun sect.

The girl took Qin life as air, brushed past Qin life, left the courtyard, and disappeared silently in the dark.

"What's your luck today? I just look at the beauty." Qin Ming looked back for a while and looked at the warehouse. He didn't care too much. As long as he didn't come to avenge him, he didn't need to pay attention.

"Old man, haven't you eaten all day?" Qin Ming opened the stove. The meals cooked in the morning were inside. They didn't move. They were cold.

The old man sat in a corner of the warehouse, half asleep and half awake. The candle flickered beside him, reflecting his old side face.

"I'm hot. Do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming untied a pheasant from his waist and accidentally hit it when he was practicing in Houshan.

He didn't ask the identity of the girl or the purpose of coming here. He has a tacit understanding with the old man. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. It has been like this for eight years.

The old man raised his eyes and didn't speak.

Qin Ming took a bath, changed his clean clothes, lit the stove, got some green vegetables and stewed the pheasant.

The hot smell pervaded the humble warehouse.

"Sweet!! old man, if you want some, it will be a midnight snack." Qin ordered to greet the old man.

The old man ignored it and continued to lie there askew.

"I'll eat first and save some for you." Qin Ming was really hungry and ate himself.

But after eating for a while, the old man propped up and went into the warehouse.

Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Old man, I'll go out later. Don't hurry to close the door."

He is going to pick the snake heart fruit late at night. Don't be picked by the people of the medicine mountain first.

But after a while, the old man didn't know where to bring a big dark jar and sat at the wooden table: "bring two bowls."

"Wine?" Qin Ming picked his eyebrow and looked at him. It was a little strange, but he went to get two bowls and picked up a plate of pickles. It's not a good ingredient. It's the leftover root of Qin Ming's cooking. After washing, it's soaked in a salt jar. Sometimes he was too tired and busy, so he picked up some pickles and ate steamed bread.

The old man opened the wine jar and the strong aroma of wine filled the warehouse. He poured himself a bowl of wine and Qin Ming a bowl.

"Old man, I'm in a bad mood." Qin Ming looked at the clear and mellow wine in the bowl. What's the matter tonight? The old man took up the porcelain bowl and drank it. His head was tilted back, he breathed a long breath, and then filled himself with wine.

Qin Ming shook the bowl and tried to take a big sip. He immediately felt strong spicy filling his mouth and poured it down his throat.

Heartburn.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The old man then filled him up again, raising his head and pouring down a whole bowl.

Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years and has never been like this. Is it related to the girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he also poured it down with his head up. He rushed up with a dry heat and felt a heat all over his body.

But taste it carefully. The wine tastes good.

The old man gave Qin life again.

"You also eat vegetables. Have a chicken leg." Qin ordered to push the vegetables in front of the old man.

The old and the young are eating simple meals like this. Except for Qin Ming's occasional words, the old man is very silent and has always been very silent.

The girl didn't go far just now. She was supposed to leave, but after Qin Ming shouted out the "old man", she stopped outside the warehouse on a rainy night and looked at the reflection of the warehouse window from a distance.

"Who is the boy?" two dark figures appeared in front of the girl, one woman a year, both middle-aged people, who seemed to have great strength. The intermittent cold rain failed to wet their clothes. They were evaporated by the invisible gas field before they really fell on them.

His face under his cloak was shocked. Could the boy eat and drink at the same table with him? They can't believe their eyes. The old man has a mountain of bones and a sea of blood behind him. His reputation is shocking. Who dares to sit with him? "There is only the triple heaven of Lingwu, and her strength is too weak." the girl only thinks Qin Ming is his little slave, but how dare ordinary little slaves call him the old man? How can you be qualified to drink at the same table with him. Does the boy have another identity? But how could the strength be so weak.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "no one in Qingyun sect, including the patriarch, knows his identity. This little guy should not know, but he just treats him as an ordinary old man."

"He's been missing for ten years, and the world thinks he's dead. If it weren't for the arrangement of the temple Lord, we really don't know he's still alive." the woman looked at the wordless solitary grave in the corner of the courtyard, thought about those legends, and sighed in her heart that there's nothing more lonely in the world.

The middle-aged man said, "the Shura hall needs him to go back, and he should shoulder this responsibility."

The woman Leng hum: "he just doesn't go back. What can you do? Take him away by force? You know his character and strength. If you annoy him, one hand can wipe us out."

The girl whispered: "wait, I believe he still has feelings for the Shura hall."

"Miss, we came in at great risk. We can't stay long. In case Qingyun sect finds out, we..."

"He won't let us wait too long."