Chapter 8: Mysterious visit

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He was the young master of the Thunder Ancient City. His father and mother were the elders of Qing Yunzong. He enjoyed a prominent position from an early age. His parents love him and the city people love him. He also has a well-behaved sister who lives happily.

At that time, the parents often brought him to Qingyunzong, and there were also elders who squeezed his face with a smile and said that they were cute, and there were elders who patted their chests bravely. Your child will be my own disciple. .

Qin Ming is full of longing for this place and longing for martial arts.

however……

It changed overnight and changed everything.

A sudden change has broken the beauty of the past.

His parents disappeared, his life and death were unknown, and Qing Yunzong's angry punishment came to Thunder City.

Qin Ming, as the master of Shaocheng, was forcibly arrested to Qing Yunzong, suffered and suffered as a servant, and acted as a hostage in disguise. Relatives in the city government and more than 200,000 people in the city were all escorted to the Lingshi mine in the depths of Daqingshan.

At that time, he was only seven years old, and looked at the strange surroundings with anxiety, desperately bearing all kinds of mockery.

Eight years later, Qin Ming faded from his tenderness, and now he is tenacious.

From decadence and despair to tenacity and tenacity, he has been very difficult and painful.

In eight years, he recognized many people and many things.

Once innocently questioned why Cangtian was so unfair, now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world-weak meat and strong food, survival of the fittest!

The young heart also firmly remembers what his father once said-the weak must not die, and the strong must not live.

Therefore, he has been stubbornly looking up, stubbornly facing ridicule and humiliation, and has also found his own attitude to life and martial arts attitude through continuous efforts.

Qin Ming understands that no one will help himself, only he can deal with himself. He vowed to become a Jin Yun disciple of Qing Yunzong, to win his own status here, to qualify for the elder, and to save the thunder ancient city of suffering.

"Forbearance for another year and learn other martial arts. After one year, I will be promoted to Lingwu Nineth Heaven."

Qin Ming set a goal for himself, the faster the strength increases, the more attention will be paid.

He returned to the warehouse in the middle of the night and practiced for a while before returning, and his condition recovered well. Only the clothes were torn, bloody, and wet with rain, revealing strong and strong muscle lines.

He was hungry, ready to get something to eat, but stopped there just after entering the compound. "Who is that?"

There was an individual standing in the door of the warehouse, not an old man, like a tall girl, with the flickering lights inside, faintly seeing her silhouette with perfect proportions.

Zhao Min? Unlike!

Qin Ming was vigilant around him. Is Zhao Min looking for someone else to take revenge? It seems that I can't wait to choose this rainy night.

Inside the iron door of the warehouse, the girl turned her back to Qin Ming and was talking softly inside.

"The main injury of the palace is worse, I'm afraid it won't be long. He ordered me to ask you to go back."

"The forces from all sides are staring at each other, and Shura Hall needs someone to sit in town."

"The only person who can support the Shura Hall is you, and the only one who can convince the Shura Hall to tens of thousands of blood people is you."

………………

She seemed to be talking to herself and begging someone.

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

The girl glanced lightly, not paying much attention, it was indifferent and ignored. But Qin Ming now looked so eye-catching, she looked at the compound again.

Qin Ming clasped the three-handed flying knife in his hand, and his whole body flickered with electric light. The dazzling bright light flashed densely, illuminating his knife-like face. He was eyeing the young girl, watching the surroundings, holding the flying knife and approaching the warehouse. "The girl inside, you've gone the wrong way. Can't the men's room just go in and talk out?"

The girl's face was slightly cold, and she was about to shoot, but a hoarse voice rang out in the warehouse: "Don't cause trouble here, it's getting late, I'm going to rest, you can go."

"Old man ..." the girl was anxious.

But there were no more sounds in the warehouse.

"For the Lord of the Palace and Xiuluo Palace, please consider it seriously." The young girl saluted, and walked out of the warehouse.

Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly, covering her whole body with a black robe, showing only a beautiful face, which could be seen clearly by the fire in the warehouse. The skin is fat, the eyes are like autumn water, the Qiong nose is very upright, and the red lips are moisturized. It is truly a dreamlike country, as if dreaming, beautiful and suffocating, even Qin Ming is slightly surprised. Such a beautiful beauty is truly rare. .

Qin Ming was astounded by her beauty, but it can be concluded that this girl was never Qing Yunzong.

The girl took Qin Ming as air, passed by Qin Ming, and left the compound, as light as a light glance, disappeared silently in the darkness.

"What luck today, look at the beauty." Qin Ming looked back for a while, and looked at the warehouse, did not care too much, as long as he did not come to seek revenge, there is no need to bother.

"Master, haven't you eaten for a day?" Qin Ming opened the cooktop, and the meals cooked in the morning were all in there, motionless and cold.

The old man sat leaning on the corner of the warehouse, half asleep and awake, with candlelight swaying by his side, reflecting his old side face.

"I'm hot again, do you want to eat together? There is meat tonight." Qin Ming untied a pheasant from his waist and accidentally hit him during the post-mountain drill.

He didn't ask the girl's identity or the purpose of coming here. He has a tacit understanding with the elderly. You do n’t say, I do n’t ask, it has been like this for eight years.

The old man raised his eyes and said nothing.

Qin Ming took a bath, changed into clean clothes, turned on the stove, made a few vegetables, and stewed the pheasant.

The hot scent permeates the humble warehouse.

"Xiangxiang! Master, come here, it will be supper." Qin Ming greeted the old man.

The old man ignored and continued to lie there crooked.

"I'll eat it first, and I'll leave it for you." Qin Ming was really hungry and ate it by himself.

But after eating for a while, the old man stood up and walked into the warehouse.

Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Father, I will go out later. Don't rush to close the door."

He was going to pick the snake heart fruit late at night, don't be taken away by the people in Yaoshan first.

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

"Wine?" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a little strange, but still went to take two bowls and fished the pickled vegetables by the way. It is not a good ingredient. It is the leftover root that Qin Ming usually cooks. After cleaning, it is soaked in salt jars. Sometimes he was too tired and too busy, so he picked a few pickles and hoeed them to deal with the rice.

The old man opened the wine jar, and the strong fragrance overflowed the warehouse. He poured himself a bowl of wine and Qin Ming.

"Father, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Ming looked at the mellow wine in the bowl, which was even stranger. What happened tonight?

The old man held up the porcelain bowl and drank it. He held his head up, exhaled a long breath, and then filled himself up again.

Qin Ming shook the bowl, tried to take a big sip, and immediately felt the strong spicyness filling his mouth, and straightly engulfed his stomach along his throat.

Burning heart.

"Whhoo, this wine is good enough." Qin Ming bit his teeth and grinned. He had never drank before, and he hurriedly grabbed two dishes to suppress the spicy and hot feeling.

The old man then filled him again, raising his head again and pouring it down.

Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years, and has never done so. Is it related to the young girl just now? He glanced at the wine in the bowl, biting his teeth, pouring it up, and rushing up hot, feeling hot all over.

But carefully taste, the wine tastes good.

The old man gave Qin full life again.

"You also eat vegetables, come a chicken leg." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables in front of the old man.

Old and young, eating simple meals like this, except for Qin Ming occasionally saying a few words, the old man was very silent, always silent.

The young girl just didn't go far. She was going to leave, but after Qin Ming shouted the ‘old man’, she stopped outside the warehouse door on Yuye and looked at the shadow of the warehouse window reflection.

"Who is that boy?" Two black figures appeared in front of the girl. One woman a year, both middle-aged, seemed to have very strong strength. The cold rain of Xili Li failed to wet their clothes, and it was evaporated by the invisible gas field before they really fell on them.

The face under the cape was shocked. How could the boy eat and drink at the same table with him?

They couldn't believe their eyes. The old man's bones and mountains turned into blood and sea, and he was notorious. Who would dare to sit with him?

"Only Lingwu triple heaven, the strength is too weak." The girl only thought that Qin Ming was the little slave he raised, but how could an ordinary little slave dare to call his father? How could he be eligible to drink at the same table with him. Does this young man have a different identity? But how could the strength be so weak.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "No one, including the suzerain, knows his identity. This little sister-in-law shouldn't know it, just treat him as an ordinary old man."

"He disappeared for ten years, and the world thought he was dead. If it wasn't for the arrangement of the temple master, we really don't know that he is still alive." Those legends sighed in my heart, nothing more than the most lonely thing in the world.

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

The woman sneered: "What can you do if he doesn't go back? Forcibly take him away? You know his character and strength, and make him unhappy. He can wipe us out with one hand."

The girl whispered: "Wait a minute, I believe he still has feelings for Shura Hall."

"Miss, we came in at great risk and can't stay long. In case Qingyunzong finds out, we ..."

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