Chapter 9

After six bowls of liquor, Qin Ming began to be unable to carry it. His head was swollen and painful. He was vaguely tilted on the haystack and soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seems to have returned to his childhood and the distant ancient city of thunder.

He saw his mother, his father, his sister and many familiar relatives.

The city Lord's residence is full of laughter and happiness.

Qin Ming ran in excitedly and jumped on the familiar relatives, but they were clearly in front, but they didn't seem to see him. He shouted and waved in front of everyone, and his relatives were indifferent.

In a trance, everyone was quiet. They looked up at the sky, expressionless and empty.

It began to rain, pattering on everyone. It was very cold, cold and shivering.

Suddenly

The picture is fragmented, like a broken mirror, splashing, and everyone dissipates in the cold rain.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is dark.

Without the ancient city and relatives, Qin Ming seemed to stand on the vast killing battlefield.

Endless creatures are fighting madly, shouting to kill the earth, and all kinds of mysterious monsters roar in blood and fire.

The world is shrouded in sky fires and hurricanes.

The earth is crumbling, the sky is collapsing, and the world seems to end.

In the boundless heaven and earth, a red and bright fine awn cuts off the darkness and tears the sky fire, as if it were red and bright as the scorching sun. Jingmang penetrates the battlefield and is filled with unparalleled killing power, which leads all sentient beings to mourn and the heroes are afraid.

Qin Ming walked on the battlefield in a muddle headed way, as if he wanted to chase the overlord's peerless essence, but suddenly, the essence stopped and locked Qin Ming in the space. The endless gas of killing and cutting rushed to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was shocked and sat up.

Dream! Nightmare!

Qin Ming was in a cold sweat and woke up most of the time. He was wheezing and panting. It took him a long time to swallow his saliva.

How could you have such a dream? I haven't dreamed for years.

Qin Ming wiped away the cold sweat, felt dry mouth and tongue, rubbed his head with pain, got up and went to the yard to get some water to drink.

In the cold yard, the old man sat under the old tree, turning over a dark knife in his hand. He didn't know what material was forged. It looked like black iron and black rock. It was dark and cold.

"Eh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head. He thought he was dreaming again.

"Old man?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored and slowly raised the black knife.

Qin Ming looked at it, and a bone chilling cold rushed into his heart inexplicably. In a trance, he seemed to return to his dream again, drowned by endless deforestation, and felt that the black knife was staring at himself. Yes, it was the feeling of being stared at.

Qin Ming carefully moved his body, but he still felt stared at.

The black knife seemed to have a strange spirit and made people shudder, but on the old man's withered hand, it was obedient like a pet, swinging with the fingertips and flipping dexterously.

Qin Mingjiu woke up completely and looked carefully at the old man and the black knife. He used to see the old man use a throwing knife. The old man used a piece of iron as a throwing knife and played tricks in the yard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming learned for two days. He felt very good. He polished nine throwing knives and refined them for three years for self-defense.

On the same day, Zhao Min was caught off guard with the help of a flying knife raid.

"Name of the knife, Shura." the old man spread out his dry right hand. The black knife was suspended in the palm with the tip facing down. The body of the knife was filled with a gloomy cold, and the surrounding space seemed distorted.

"This knife..." Qin Ming's hair stood up, and he stepped back two steps involuntarily, looking at the black knife in surprise.

The old man's right hand suddenly vibrated. In an instant, the black knife clanked and trembled.

A terrible trend of deforestation stirred the warehouse compound and filled the world.

At this moment, many old people in the 30 mountains of qingyunzong opened their eyes, and they caught a murderous spirit that frightened them.

Qin Ming retreated, but the black knife hit his eyebrow in an instant. It was as fast as streamer, so it was difficult to capture the track.

It doesn't retreat or advance. It touches the skin of Qin Ming's eyebrows.

The sharp tip of the knife was extremely cold, as if to freeze Qin Ming's soul.

"Old man... You..." Qin Ming didn't dare to move. His sweat hung all over his forehead. He really felt threatened by death. It was like being hugged by the God of death. His body was cold and his breathing was poor.

"Don't use it indiscriminately before Xuanwu." the old man pushed his right hand across the air, and the black knife burst into Qin Ming's eyebrows. In an instant, Qin life seemed to fall into an ice cave, and the bone cold spread to the whole body. Each cell seemed to be braved the cold, and the breath seemed to solidify.

His consciousness was whirling around and he couldn't tell whether he was in pain or dizzy. Qin Ming sat hard on the ground. Just about to open his mouth and say something, his body was steaming black gas and churning all over his body. Soon he drowned him.

In a trance, the old man walked towards him with his hands on his back. He only saw the old man's eyes, like an endless abyss, trying to devour people.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered and slowly lay on the ground.

Everything is unreal, unreal and terrible.

you must be dreaming? It should be a dream.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was the morning of the next day. He was really lying in the yard with warm sunshine on his body, which was unspeakably comfortable.

"Why am I lying here?"

Qin Ming stretched himself hard. He was light and comfortable. Where did he feel cold and uncomfortable.

"I dreamed. The wine is so strong. I'll drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and bounced, moved his body and exercised as usual.

Hit a few punches in the air and stir up an electric arc to play the first three paragraphs with King Kong's strength.

But he stopped there and looked at the right arm of the arc.

Today's arc seems to be much more, but it's not smooth.

What's going on?

Did you drink too much last night? Qin Ming ran the meridians, opened the arc and punched again, but this time, he was really stunned.

"I seem to have... Broken through?"

"Lingwu... Quadruple heaven?"

"How possible!"

Qin's life is incredible. Did he break through the fourth heaven of Lingwu?

But soon the problem came out again. Not only the realm was improved, but the meridians were widened, and there were more things in the Dantian Qihai sea. A dark knife was filled with black fog and suspended over the silent Qihai sea.

"What's going on?"

"I didn't dream last night?"

Qin ordered Zizi to check carefully. Yes, the realm has really improved. However, due to the inexplicable promotion, the spiritual power in the meridians still stays in the state of triple heaven and needs to be supplemented urgently. As like as two peas in the air sea, the black knife is still the same as the one he gave to him yesterday.

Not a dream? Not a dream! The mysterious black knife was given to me by the old man! "Old man! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

It's strange that there is no one in the warehouse and the old man is not in it.

Qin Ming returned to the yard, and the old man was not there.

Over the past eight years, the old man has never left the warehouse for half a step, either in a daze under the tree, or missing the dead in front of the grave, or sleeping in the warehouse.

"Strange, where has the old man gone?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad hunch. He searched the warehouse and courtyard carefully, and looked around the low mountain. He didn't find the old man.

"Gone?"

"No way. Left without saying hello?"

"But the old man was really strange yesterday."

"Is it because of yesterday's girl?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

An old cotton blanket and some mended clothes are all the belongings of the old man. None of them was taken away.

"Is this a mystery?"

Qin Ming's hand pressed on the old clothes. There seemed to be something in them. He slowly opened it, a note, a word - life!

Under the note, there is a sword manual and an ancient sword.

An ancient simplicity and atmosphere came to my face. The sword spectrum and the ancient sword itself seemed to have real sword spirit, which filled the surrounding air with a trace of sharpness and coldness.

"The old man is really gone?" Qin Ming picked up the note in a daze. He suddenly felt lost. He seemed to have lost something in his heart.

be gone?

Are you really gone? For eight years, with the old man's company, I felt that this humble warehouse was like a home.

No matter how hard and bitter it is, I always feel I can go home and have a rest.

He knew that the old man was extraordinary, but he never thought he would leave so soon.

Life! My life? Whose life? Why did the old man deliberately leave this word?

Qin Ming carefully put away the note, put it close to his body, and picked up the sword spectrum.

Dayan sword classic!

Without too much introduction, it is the first style of sword classic - mountain river Epee! One sword cuts through mountains and rivers!

Refined sword introduction and concise picture meridians.

Qin mingning browed. The font and meridians were clearly very detailed, but vague. He needed to concentrate and calm his mind to see it. This was only the first form. When he turned to the second form, Qin Ming couldn't see clearly. He couldn't even see the name of the move. It was clearly there, but he couldn't see clearly, and even gave him a strange sense of resistance.

Qin Ming's current state and spiritual strength are barely qualified to participate in the first style! "What level of martial arts is this?"

Qin Ming looked at the sword code in his hand in surprise. It was so mysterious.

I've always been eager to get the martial arts and have my own weapons. I didn't expect to get what I wanted today, but I couldn't be happy when I thought about the drunkenness last night with the sword manual and ancient sword.

"Qin Ming!" suddenly a shrill cry came from outside.

Qin ordered to put away the sword code and ancient sword and hide them in the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Qin Ming! Where are you dead!" Zhang Dong rudely pushed open the iron door, raised the list in his hand and screamed, "I'll stick it for you before dawn. It's noon now. If you don't send it, do you still want to do it?"

"I'll go right away." Qin Ming simply sorted out and picked up the list outside.

Zhang Dong stood by the iron gate and kept shouting: "don't think that you can break the rules when you are in the Lingwu realm. You are also a servant, which belongs to me Zhang Dong! Don't worry about you today, and then dare not deliver the goods on time. I'll report it to the manager to see how to deal with you!"