Qin Fengming killed the opponent so decisively, but his young heart also went through a fierce battle.
He was originally a kind-hearted mountain village boy who had committed murder, and of course he had never experienced it before. But when he thought about it, if he hadn't been so amazing and had a hidden weapon given to him by his senior brother, he would have been killed by the person in front of him.
So he immediately gritted his teeth and cut off the sharp blade in his hand.
Although he is a child under twenty years old, his experience is not comparable to that of ordinary children. When he was ten years old, he killed a python one to two feet long by himself. If other children saw this,
A python may have trouble even moving its feet.
At this time, Qin Fengming, in his young heart, had already realized that the world is dangerous, and the only way to treat evil people is to be more evil than them.
After taking action to kill Yuan Kejian, Qin Fengming moved and walked quickly towards the place where the three of them were, and struck another blow with his sword on each of them, completely killing the three of them.
After everything was done, Qin Fengming suddenly collapsed on the stone ground.
At this time, he was just a child, and he killed four people with a passion, but afterwards, the huge fear of killing for the first time still frightened him to the extreme.
After staying there for two hours, Qin Fengming regained his normalcy slightly. He moved the bodies of the four people to a secret place and covered them with gravel.
It turned out that the object that shot the first person was the small jade sword given by Lu Xuan, the second senior brother. Seeing this, Qin Fengming's gratitude to the two senior brothers would have been huge. If it hadn't been for the gift from the first senior brother.
That hidden weapon, the one who fell here today must be me.
When he saw the bamboo tube around Yuan Kejian's waist, a trace of fear appeared in his heart.
Recalling Yuan Kejian's expressions and movements at that time, Qin Fengming suddenly woke up. At that time, Yuan Kejian must have begged for mercy to confuse him, and then he was waiting for an opportunity to kill himself with this hidden weapon.
Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but reflect deeply in his young mind...
It was not until ten minutes at noon that Qin Fengming returned to his residence. After freshening up, he went to the dining place and planned to eat some food. Qin Fengming was not too worried about the killing of the four Yuan Kejian people. There were too many people in the same sect.
There are often people who get lost for no reason.
There are many high mountains and deep valleys in Luoxia Valley. Even if someone falls off a cliff, it is an extremely common thing. Naturally, no one will search carefully. This matter will definitely be left unsolved in the end.
Just as Qin Fengming was eating with a steamed bun in hand, he suddenly heard the conversation between two Luoxia Valley disciples behind him:
"I heard that Senior Brother Lin has been working very hard during this period, and his Fuhu Stick Technique has reached the fifth level. There will be no surprises in entering the Elite Hall in the competition next year."
"That's not necessarily true. There are several other capable people who are not mediocre. Although they failed in the competition the year before last, their strength must have greatly increased after three years of training. It's not necessarily true that there will be other disciples born out of the blue. If you want to think about it,
Winning in a competition is not an easy task."
Dabi? Elite Hall?
These two words fell into Qin Fengming's ears, and he was immediately surprised. He had already heard about the matter of the Elite Hall, but he has not yet understood the details.
When he turned around, he saw that the two people speaking behind him were between fifteen and sixteen years old. They must have been selected as disciples in the past. So he bowed and respectfully said: "Two senior brothers, excuse me, I have something to say to you two."
Senior brother, please give me some advice. I wonder if you can tell me something?"
The two of them looked up at Qin Fengming and saw that he was only twelve or thirteen years old. They knew he was a new disciple. They couldn't help but show a hint of displeasure on their faces, and they said lightly:
"I don't know what you want to ask. If it's not too much trouble, we can explain it to you."
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Qin Fengming didn't take it seriously and bowed again: "No trouble, I just want to ask the two senior brothers what the big competition they just mentioned was about?"
"It turns out that you don't understand this matter. It's excusable. The teachers will tell you in detail during the competition next year. Since you ask now, we can tell you some things in advance."
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's question, the two people's originally displeased expressions immediately changed, and one of them even said slightly excitedly.
"Speaking of the Grand Competition of our sect, it is a major event related to all the disciples we train in Bailian Hall. The Grand Competition means that the disciples of Bailian Hall compete every three years. Those who get the top twenty places can enter the Elite Hall.
Continue to practice, you must know that the Elite Hall is the essence of our sect."
"During the competition, if you perform well and are favored by a hall master or elder, and join his disciple directly, it will be a step to the sky. But this competition does not require you new disciples to participate. You can only wait until three
You can only participate in the next competition after the next year.”
The two complemented each other and narrated the events of the competition in great detail. Although it was just a few words, Qin Fengming already understood everything.
"Thank you two senior brothers for your guidance. I wish you both can gain something from this competition and successfully enter the elite hall."
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's compliments, the two of them looked hopeful and waved away slightly.
Qin Fengming, who returned to his residence, was no longer at peace. Ever since the battle with Yuan Kejian and the three of them, he had already understood his own strength. As long as he practiced hard for another year, his strength would undoubtedly be greatly improved.
By then, even if you can't compare with your fellow disciples who have been in the school for eight or nine years, it shouldn't be difficult to defeat the disciples who have been in the school for five or six years.
Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel excited.
Early the next morning, before dawn, Qin Fengming went straight to Baizhang Cliff. He had already made up his mind to beg his master to let him participate in the competition to be held next year.
However, for several days in a row, the master was not seen at the Baizhang Cliff. Even the master's wife and senior sister Zhang Ruotong were nowhere to be seen, which puzzled Qin Fengming greatly.
As a last resort, Qin Fengming had no choice but to put down the competition and devote himself wholeheartedly to practicing martial arts. For more than ten days, although there were four fewer disciples in the same room, the other people living with him were
No one felt anything strange.
In fact, all the children wished that someone would disappear, so that there would be one less person to compete with.
On this day, Duan Meng suddenly came to Qin Fengming's room and handed him a letter with a happy face.
When Qin Fengming saw it, he was immediately overjoyed. No need to ask, he knew that the letter was from his eldest brother. Because no one else in the family could read, he took the letter, hurriedly opened it, and read it carefully.
After a long time, Qin Fengming carefully put the letter away, with a look of joy on his face.
The eldest brother told him in the letter that the thirty taels of silver he sent to his family had been received, and that his parents, grandparents, and grandparents were all well, and told him to take care of himself, practice martial arts with peace of mind, and not think about his family.
Qin Fengming, who was sitting beside the bed, unconsciously flew back to the small mountain village where he had lived for ten years, and met his grandparents, father, mother...
A month later, Qin Fengming finally met his master who had been away for a long time. After kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to say hello, Qin Fengming hurriedly told his master in detail about his plan to participate in the competition next year.
After listening to Qin Fengming's words and looking at him for a long time, Hall Master Zhang pondered for a moment and said:
"Feng Ming, at your age, it is not impossible for you to participate in next year's competition. It's just that your foundation is still shallow and you are slightly weaker than other participating disciples. If you insist on participating, your ranking will not be too high."
Although Zhang Li likes Qin Fengming very much, he is a young disciple who has only practiced martial arts for one or two years. Compared with those disciples who have practiced martial arts for five or six years, one can imagine the gap.
"Master, please rest assured. When I take part in the competition, my disciple does not intend to enter the top twenty. He just wants to increase his practical experience. I hope that master can agree to it."