Chapter 20

Qin Ming smiled easily: "didn't the patriarch set up a tea party for you at Qingyun Zhufeng? It's over so soon?"

"It should be over now." the girl's clothes fluttered and her steps were light. She came to Qin Ming and sat on the stone platform.

She sat quietly and looked at the stars in the sky. Her behavior was elegant, like a blooming tulip.

Yueqing, the pride of Qingyun sect, is one of the five Jinling disciples.

She is also a woman admired by countless disciples of Qingyun sect.

She usually wears a veil to cover her worldly face, and rarely smiles. Only tonight, she took off her veil and showed her true face. Her skin was like congealed fat, her eyes were like autumn water, her nose was very upturned, her red lips were moist, her teeth were like jade, the color of heaven's proud woman was dreamlike, and the beauty was suffocating, just like the nine day Xuannv coming to the world.

Qin Ming looked at Yueqing's perfect side face and was happy for her: "congratulations on entering the Xuanwu realm. Are you happy?"

Yue Qing tapped with ten fingers and slightly pursed her red lips: "I was very happy when I just broke through. My heart was quiet slowly. In fact, there is nothing to be proud of. We martial artists are like stars in the sky, hundreds of millions of them are trying to shine. Every star who thinks he is shining will always find one that is brighter than him in the future."

"That's why the world is more worth looking forward to, isn't it?"

Yueqing smiled softly, as if the dark night was bright. Only in front of Qin Ming, she would be so relaxed and casual: "thank you for the set of martial arts you sent, otherwise I couldn't enter the Xuanwu realm so soon."

"That set of martial arts requires a high level. I only give you the first move. You can practice the second move when you enter the Xuanwu realm." Qin ordered to take out the Dayan sword code.

"I didn't really practice the first form. I just got new insights from it."

"Why not practice?"

"It resists me."

"What?"

"It's just a thin page of paper, but there's a strange feeling between the lines, as if... Resisting me."

Qin Ming was surprised and resisted? Is the mystery of Dayan sword Scripture not in the book, but in the words? "Where did you get it? This set of martial arts should be prefecture level martial arts, or even higher." Yue Qing didn't practice, but studied it carefully.

"The old man gave it to me. He gave it to me before he left."

"Where's the old man?"

"I also want to know. I left quietly." Qin Ming shrugged.

"Since it's a gift from the old man, it only belongs to you." Yue Qing pushed the sword code back to Qin life: "the moves inside are mysterious and unique, which are different from the orthodox sword techniques of Qingyun sect. When you practice it in the future, you can give me some inspiration."

"All right."

"I just saw you practicing martial arts?" Yue Qing actually came for a while and has been observing Qin Ming. The boiling thunder and lightning, the strong thunder snake and the fierce strong light formed a stunning picture. She could hardly believe it was Qin's life.

Qin Ming hesitated for a moment: "I killed Zhao Min and Qiao Chen."

"Picking herbs some time ago?" Yueqing was very calm.

Qin Ming briefly said what happened in the forest: "I changed a set of martial arts with the Jinwen bronze sword of Oct."

"Jinwen bronze sword is one of Yaoshan's swords. If those mercenaries show off everywhere, Yaoshan is likely to track you down."

"Don't worry, I said I picked it up. I'm covered in hob meat and I'm not afraid of anyone."

Yueqing smiled and shook her head: "do you want to know what was said at today's tea party?"

"In addition to some encouragement, what else can there be?" Qin Mingyang lay on the stone.

"The patriarch asked me what gift I wanted. I said to remove your servant status and promote you to a superior disciple."

"Really?" Qin Minggang lay down and sat up again.

"The patriarch didn't agree or refuse. Maybe we should seriously consider it. The matter involves the eldest elder. The patriarch needs to take his face into account."

Yueqing tries to attack the Xuanwu realm in the hope that she can help Qin Ming get rid of her servant status. At today's tea party, the patriarch asked her what she wanted, and she said it. Unexpectedly, the patriarch hesitated, and the other elders were silent. Of course, it was not the patriarch who punished Qin's life, but the great elder. The reason why the patriarch hesitated and other elders were silent showed that the great elder was still bitter about what happened that year and refused to give up.

It's been eight years! Eight years, won't you let him go? Yueqing doesn't understand. What kind of crime did you torture him for eight years and enslave the ancient city of thunder for eight years.

She thought she could help Qin Ming improve when she entered the Xuanwu realm. Now it seems that it is not as simple as she imagined.

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The next morning, Qin Ming delivered goods everywhere with a stone jar as usual. The most urgent thing was the 10th martial arts field, which needed some strong iron chains.

The 15 martial arts arenas of Qingyun sect are located on the top of 15 mountains. Each arena is more than 300 meters wide, paved with hard fine rock and many cultivation equipment. It is a place for Qingyun sect disciples to practice and compete. Of course, this kind of martial arts arena is only open to upper class disciples and their own disciples. Middle-class disciples can only watch, and lower class disciples are not qualified to approach.

The strict hierarchy of Qingyun sect is reflected in all aspects. It seems that there are many inhumane, but in fact it is to encourage the disciples to forge ahead. If you want more resources and better treatment, fight with your own strength.

Although Qin Ming is a inferior disciple, he can take the opportunity of delivery to various martial arts venues because he is a servant.

There are hundreds of disciples practicing in the spacious martial arts arena. The fireball bursts, the earth waves surge, the sharp ice needles fly all over the sky, and the sharp sword against the wild broadsword, all kinds of spiritual power and all kinds of martial arts are in full swing. Hundreds of disciples watched the battle and cheered one after another.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?" Qin Ming just came to the top of the mountain and shouted angrily.

"I'm really anxious to get it by myself. I only deliver the goods according to the order on the list." Qin Ming was expressionless and threw down the stone jar with a loud noise, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"How dare you talk back?" a strong young man strode up and pointed to Qin Ming's nose and shouted angrily: "recognize your identity. You are a servant. Your duty is to deliver goods, not exercise. Let me see you walking around with a stone jar. I broke it for you!"

"The pipe is really wide." Qin Ming took out the thick chain from the stone jar and dragged it to the martial arts field in front.

"I'm in a bad mood today. You'd better not provoke me." the young man stepped on the chain. His name is Pang Hu. He is a superior disciple and has some names in Qingyun sect. He had just been abused and defeated in the martial arts arena. He was holding a fire. When he saw Qin's life coming, he vented his anger on him.

"Let go of your feet." Qin Ming experienced too many such provocations, turned and looked at him coldly.

"I heard that you are the triple heaven of Lingwu? Dare to challenge the superior disciples? Boy, I think you are impatient!" Pang Huqi smiled. How dare the inferior disciples among you dare to fight me? "I'm a inferior disciple in Turin martial arts. Are you ashamed that you are a superior disciple? Qin Ming laughed rudely, threw off his arm and wrapped the chain. With a strong pull, he just pulled out the long chain from Pang Hu's feet.

"Ha ha! It used to be crazy, but now it's even more crazy. What can you do with the triple heaven of Lingwu? Without martial arts, you're still a waste. If you don't go to the house and jiewa for three days, I think you'll be abused in your life." Pang Huqiang pulled out his knife and cleaved Qin life. The knife was swift and violent, and the wind was blowing.

"Pang Hu, you've gone too far!" a girl in the distance scolded and couldn't bear this behavior.

"Pang Hu, you are a superior disciple, bullying a servant, do you still have a face?" some other disciples were dissatisfied and scolded, but no one really came up to stop.

Qin Ming's face was slightly cold. On one side of his body, he neatly avoided the steel knife, and slapped panghu's face in an instant. His palm was harder than a hammer, and the sound of the slap was crisp. Pang Hu's head tilted back violently. The blood and water flew out with the grooved teeth, and his feet staggered back.

Pang Hu took ten steps back, and his right face became red and swollen with the naked eye.

Nearby disciples breathed in quietly and did it hard enough.

"Son of a bitch, I'm going to tear you." Pang Hu not only blushed, but his eyes were red. He shook his head hard and wanted to kill Qin life with a knife.

Qin Ming grasped the strong chain, danced wildly in the air, and clattered. The strong chain of more than ten meters weighed 300 kilograms. He easily danced in circles. The scene was shocked and caused bursts of exclamation.

Prick!

Qin Ming's whole body aroused an arc and rushed to the chain along his arm.

"Asshole! Lao Tzu..." Pang Hu was about to lift his foot. The chain fell in the air like a whip. The sound of slapping hit his back. His skin was torn and his blood splashed. In the eyes of countless people, the thick chain directly pulled Pang Hu off the top of the mountain and rolled down the gravel path.