He was originally the young city lord of Thunder Ancient City, and his father and mother were both nominal elders of Qingyun Sect. He enjoyed a prominent position since he was a child. His parents loved him and the city people loved him. He also had a well-behaved sister and lived a happy life.

At that time, his parents often brought him to Qingyun Sect, and there would be elders who would smile and pinch his face, say cute, and there would be elders who would pat their chests boldly. You, a child, will be my personal disciple in the future, let's agree.

Qin Ming was full of yearning for this place and desire for martial arts.

However……

A night of shocking change changed everything.

A sudden change has shattered the beauty of the past.

The parents disappeared, life and death were unknown, and the angry punishment of Qingyun Sect came to the ancient city of Thunder.

As the young city lord, Qin Ming was forcibly arrested in Qingyun Sect, suffering as a servant, and served as a hostage in disguise. The relatives of the city and more than 200,000 people in the city were all escorted to the spirit stone mine deep in the Daqing Mountains.

At that time, he was only seven years old. He looked at the strange environment around him in panic, and was desperate and drowsy and mocked.

Eight years have passed in a flash, and Qin Ming has lost his tenderness and has come to this day tenaciously.

From decadent and despair to being tenacious and tenacious now, he has been difficult and hard all the way.

In the past eight years, he has recognized many people and many things.

He once naively questioned why the heaven was so unfair, but now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world - the survival of the weak, and the survival of the fittest!

The young man also remembers his father's words in his heart - the weak cannot die well, and the strong cannot live well.

So he kept stubbornly raising his head, facing ridicule and humiliation tenaciously, and also found his attitude towards life and his attitude towards martial arts through continuous efforts.

Qin Ming knew that no one would help him, only he could be worthy of himself. He vowed to become a Jinling disciple of Qingyun Sect, to win his own status here, get the qualification to compete with the elder, and save the struggling ancient city of Thunder.

"I endure it for another year and learn other martial arts. In a year, I will advance to the Ninth Heaven of Lingwu."

Qin Ming sets goals for himself, and the faster his strength improves, the more he will be valued.

He returned to the warehouse in the middle of the night, practiced for a while before coming back, and his condition recovered well. His clothes were torn, bloodstained, and his whole body was wet with rain, revealing his strong and strong muscle lines.

He was hungry and was about to get something to eat, but he stopped there as soon as he walked into the compound. "Who is that?"

There was actually a person standing in the warehouse door, not an old man, but a tall girl with a flash of fire inside, and she could vaguely see her perfectly proportioned outline.

Zhao Min? Not like it!

Qin Ming was alert to the surroundings. Could it be that Zhao Min had asked others to take revenge? It seems that he couldn't wait to choose this rainy night.

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

"The Palace Master's injury has worsened, and I'm afraid he won't last long. He told me to ask you to go back."

"The forces from all sides are eyeing each other, and someone in Shura Palace needs to be in charge."

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

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She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be begging someone.

"Crack!" 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 at her indifferently, not caring much, but was indifferent or ignoring. But Qin Ming's appearance is so eye-catching that she looked at the courtyard again.

Qin Ming held three flying knives in his hand, and the light was scattered all over his body, and the bright light flashed densely, illuminating his cold and handsome face as if he was cut. He frowned and alert to the girl, and was also alert to the surroundings. He approached the warehouse with the flying knives. "That girl inside, you have gone to the wrong place. You can't go in the man's room casually, come out to chat?"

The girl's face was slightly cold. Just as she was about to take action, a hoarse voice sounded in the warehouse: "Don't cause trouble with me. It's getting late. I'm going to rest. You go."

"Old Ancestor..." The girl was anxious.

But there was no sound in the warehouse.

"For the sake of the palace master and the Shura Palace, please consider it carefully." The girl bowed and walked out of the warehouse.

Qin Ming finally saw the girl clearly. She covered her black robe, revealing her beautiful face. She could see clearly with the firelight in the warehouse. Her skin was as creamy as autumn water, her eyes were as straight as a smug nose, and her red lips were moist. She was really a stunning look, like a dream, and she was so beautiful that even Qin Ming was slightly surprised. Such a beautiful woman with a peerless posture was really rare.

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

The girl regarded Qin Ming as air, passed by Qin Ming, left the courtyard, and disappeared silently into the darkness as light as a flash of light.

"What luck is going on today? Just look at the beauty." Qin Ming looked back for a while, then looked at the warehouse again, but didn't care too much. As long as he didn't come to seek revenge, there was no need to pay attention to it.

"Old man, have you not eaten for a day?" Qin Ming lifted the stove, and the food he cooked in the morning was inside. He didn't move at all, and it was already cold.

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

"I'm hot anymore, do you want to eat it together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming took off a pheasant from his waist, and accidentally got it while he was training in the back mountain.

He didn't ask about the girl's identity, nor did he ask about the purpose of coming here. He had a tacit understanding with the old man. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. This has been like this for eight years.

The old man raised his eyes and said nothing.

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

The hot fragrance permeates the simple warehouse.

"It smells good!! Old man, come some and just treat it as a midnight snack." Qin Ming greeted the old man.

The old man ignored it and continued to lie there.

"I'll eat first, leave some for you." Qin Ming was really hungry and started eating on his own.

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

Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Old man, I'm going out later, don't rush to close the door."

He was going to pick the snake heart fruit late at night, so that he would not be picked by the people from Yaoshan.

But after a while, the old man brought a large black jar from where he sat down at the wooden table: "Get two bowls."

"Wine?" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at him. It was a little strange, but he still went to get two bowls and took the pickled vegetables. It was not a good ingredient, but the root left over from Qin Ming's usual cooking. After washing, it soaked it in a salt jar. Sometimes he was too tired and busy, so he picked up a few pickled vegetables and chewed the steamed buns to deal with the meal.

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.

"Old man, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Ming looked at the clear and mellow wine in the bowl, and was even more strange. What's wrong with this tonight?

The old man picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all, raised his head, let out a long sigh, and then filled it with it.

Qin Ming shook the bowl and tried to take a big sip. He suddenly felt the strong and spicy feeling filled his mouth and enema straight along his throat.

Hot and heartburn.

"Huhuhuhuhu, this wine is strong enough." Qin Ming grinned. He had never drunk alcohol before. He quickly took two sips of the dish, at least suppressing the spicy and hot feeling.

The old man then filled him with it, raised his head and poured a whole bowl on it.

Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years and has never been like this before. Is it related to the girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl, gritted his teeth, and tilted his head down. A heat surged up, and he felt a heat all over his body.

But if you taste it carefully, the wine tastes pretty good.

The old man gave Qin Ming a full blown again.

"You eat vegetables too, let's have a chicken leg." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables in front of the old man.

The old and the young just ate simple meals like this. Except for Qin Ming occasionally saying a few words, the old man was very silent, and always was silent.

The girl just now didn't go far. She was going to leave, but after Qin Ming shouted the 'Old Master', she stopped outside the warehouse gate on a rainy night, looking at the reflection of the warehouse window from afar.

"Who is that boy?" Two black shadows appeared in front of the girl. A year, a girl, both middle-aged people, seemed to have extremely strong strength. The drizzle of cold rain could not wet their clothes, and before it really fell on them, the invisible aura would evaporate.

The face under the cloak was shocked. Can the boy actually have dinner with him and drink with him?

They could not believe their eyes. The old man's back is full of bones and blood, and his reputation is amazing. Who dares to sit with him?

"Only the third level of Lingwu, his strength is too weak." The girl only thought Qin Ming was the little slave he raised, but how could an ordinary little slave dare to call him old man? How could he be qualified to drink with him at the same table? Could this young man have another identity? But how could his strength be so weak?

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "No one, including the sect leader, knows his identity. This servant should not know either, but just treats him as an ordinary old man."

"He has been missing for ten years, and everyone in the world thought he was dead. If it weren't for the Palace Master's arrangement this time, we really wouldn't know that he was still alive." The woman looked at the lonely tomb without words in the corner of the courtyard. Thinking about the legends, she sighed in her heart. This is the most lonely thing in the world.

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

The woman snorted coldly: "What can you do if he insists on not going back? Forcibly take him away? You know his personality and strength very well. If he makes him unhappy, he can erase us with one hand."

The girl whispered: "Wait a little longer, I believe he still has feelings for the Shura Palace."

"Miss, we came in at a great risk and couldn't stay for a long time. If we were discovered by Qingyun Sect, we..."

"He won't let us wait too long."
Chapter completed!