Immortal God Asura
Mysterious Visits
He was the young master of Thunder Ancient City. His father and mother were the elders of Qing Yunzong. He enjoyed a prominent position from an early age. His parents loved him and the people of the city loved him. She also has a well-behaved sister who lives happily.
At that time, the old man often took her to Qingyunzong, and there was also the old man who squeezed his face with a smile and said that they were cute, and that they were cute, and there were old men who patted their chests bravely. Your son will be my own disciple. Let's talk about. .
Qin Ming was full of yearning for this place and yearning for martial arts.
However ...
It changed overnight and changed everything.
The sudden change has ruined the beauty of the past.
His parents disappeared, life and death were unknown, and Qing Yunzong's furious punishment came to Thunder City.
Qin Ming, as ruler of Shaocheng, is forcibly captured to Qing Yunzong, suffers and suffers as a servant, and acts as a hostage in disguise. Relatives within 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 moment, he was only seven years old, and looked at the strange surroundings uneasily, desperately enduring all kinds of ridicule.
Eight years later, Qin Ming faded due to his gentleness, and now he is tenacious.
From decadence and despair to tenacity and tenacity, it is very difficult and painful.
In eight years, he recognized many people and many things.
Ever innocently questioning why Cangtian was so unfair, now he had grasped the most realistic and cruel truth in the world's weak flesh and powerful food, the survival of the strongest!
The young heart also strongly remembers what its father once said - the weak must not die, and the strong must not live.
Therefore, he stubbornly looked up, stubbornly faced ridicule and humiliation, and had also discovered his own attitude towards life and martial arts attitude through continuous effort.
Qin Ming understood that no one would help himself, only he could deal with himself. He vowed to become Jin Yun's disciple from Qing Yunzong, to win his own status here, to qualify for the elder, and to save the ancient city of thunder affliction.
"Patience for another year and learn other martial arts. After one year, I will be promoted to Lingu Nineth Heaven."
Qin Ming set a goal for himself, the faster his strength increased, the more attention would be paid.
He returned to the barn in the middle of the night and trained for a while before returning, and his condition recovered well. Only clothes that were torn, bloody, and wet from the rain, showed strong and strong muscle lines.
He was hungry, ready to get something to eat, but stopped there right after entering the compound. "Who is that?"
There was an individual standing at the door of the barn, not an old man, like a tall girl, with lights twinkling in them, faintly seeing her perfect shadow.
Zhao Min's? Not like!
Qin Ming was wary around him. Is Zhao Min looking for someone else to take revenge? I can't wait to choose this rainy night.
Inside the iron door of the warehouse, the girl turned to Qin Ming and spoke softly inside.
"The palace's main injury is worse, I'm afraid it won't be long. He ordered me to ask you back."
"The troops from all sides looked at each other, and Shura Hall needed someone to sit in the city."
"The only person who can support Shura Hall is you, and the only one who can convince Shura Hall to tens of thousands of bloody people is you."
………………
He seemed to be talking to himself and begging someone.
“Click!” Qin Ming accidentally stepped on a root branch, and a faint crisp sound immediately attracted the attention of the young girl in the warehouse.
The girl glanced lightly, not paying attention, it was indifferent and ignored. But Qin Ming now looked extremely attractive, he looked towards the complex again.
Qin Ming grasped the three-handed flying blade in his hand, and his entire body flickered with electric lights. That dazzling bright light flashed fiercely, shining down on his knife-like face. He looked at the young girl, watched the surroundings, held a flying knife and approached the warehouse. "Girl inside, you're going the wrong way. Can't the men's restroom just come in and talk?"
The girl's face was a bit cold, and she was about to shoot, but a hoarse voice rang out in the warehouse: "Don't make trouble here, it's late, I'll rest, you can go."
"Parents ..." The girl was anxious.
But there was no more noise in the warehouse.
“For the Ruler of the Palace and Palace of Xiuluo, please consider that seriously.” The young girl saluted, and walked out of the warehouse.
Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly, covering her entire body in a black robe, only showing a beautiful face, which could be clearly seen by the flames in the warehouse. His skin was plump, his eyes were like autumn water, Qiong's nose was very upright, and his red lips were moist.This was truly a dream-like state, as if dreaming, beautiful and suffocating, even Qin Ming was a little surprised. This beautiful beauty is truly rare .
Qin Ming was enchanted by her beauty, but it can be concluded that this girl was never Qing Yunzong.
The girl took Qin Ming as air, passed Qin Ming, and left the complex, as light as a flash of light, disappearing soundlessly in the darkness.
“How lucky today, look at its beauty.” Qin Ming looked back for a bit, and looked at the warehouse, not caring too much, as long as he did not come to seek revenge, there was no need to bother.
The old man sat leaning against the corner of the warehouse, half asleep and awake, with the candlelight swaying beside him, reflecting his old face.
"I'm hot again, do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming removed the pheasant from his waist and accidentally struck it during a post-mountain exercise.
He did not ask her the identity of the girl or the purpose of coming here. He had a tacit understanding with the old man. You're not saying, I'm not asking, it's been like this for eight years.
The old man raised his eyes and said nothing.
Qin Ming bathed, changed into clean clothes, lit the stove, made some vegetables, and boiled the meat of the birds.
The smell of heat seeped into a simple warehouse.
"Xiangxiang! Sir, come here, it'll be dinner." 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 himself.
But after a short meal, the old man stood up and walked to the warehouse.
Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Dad, I'll be out later. Don't rush to close the door."
He would pluck the snake's fruit late at night, not be taken away by the people of Yaoshan first.
After a while, the old man did not know where to bring the big dark jug 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 out two bowls and fish for pickled vegetables. It's not a good material. This was the root residue that was usually cooked by Qin Ming. After cleaning, soaked in a jar of salt. Sometimes he was too tired and too busy, so he picked up some pickles and collected them to deal with the rice.
The old man opened the wine bottle, and a strong scent filled the warehouse. He poured a bowl of wine for himself and Qin Ming.
"Dad, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Ming looked at the mellow wine in the bowl, which was even stranger. What's going on tonight?
The old man lifted the porcelain bowl and drank it, then raised his head, exhaled a long breath, then filled his body again.
Qin Ming shook the bowl, tried to take a sip, and immediately felt a strong spicy filling his mouth, and directly swallowed his stomach in his throat.
A burning heart.
"Whhoo, this wine is pretty good." Qin Ming bit his teeth and grinned. He had never had a drink before, and he hurriedly took out two dishes.
The old man then filled it up again, raised his head again and poured it over.
Qin Ming had known the old man for eight years, and had never done so. Is this related to the young girl? He glanced at the wine in a bowl, bit his teeth, poured it, and rushed hot, feeling hot all over.
But beware of the taste, wine tastes good.
The old man gave Qin a full life again.
"You also eat vegetables, come chicken feet." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables in front of the old man.
Old and young, eating a simple meal like this, except for Qin Ming occasionally saying a few words, the old man was very silent, always silent.
The young girl did not go far. He was about to leave, but after Qin Ming shouted at the 'old man', he stopped outside the warehouse door in Yuye and looked at the shadowy shadow of the warehouse window.
“Who is that boy?” Two black figures appeared in front of the girl. A year-old woman, both middle-aged, seemed to possess extremely powerful strength. Xili Li's cold rain failed to wet their clothes, and it was vaporized by an invisible gas field before they actually fell on them.
The face under the cloak was shocked. How can the child eat and drink at the same table with him?
They could not believe their eyes. The old man's bones and mountains turned into blood and sea, and he was famous. Who would dare to sit with him?
“Only Lingwu three heavens, his strength is too weak.” The girl only thought that Qin Ming was the little slave she had raised, but how could an ordinary little slave dare to call her father? How could he be qualified to drink at the same table as her. Does this guy have a different identity? But how could his strength be so weak.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "No one, including Suzerain, knows his identity. This sister-in-law shouldn't have known it, just treat her like an ordinary parent."
"He disappeared for ten years, and the world thought he was dead. If it wasn't for the arrangement of the temple lord, we really don't know that he's alive." The woman looked at the wordless single tomb in the corner of the complex and thought The legends sighed in my heart, nothing more than the loneliest thing in the world.
The middle-aged man said: "The Shura Temple needs him to return, and he must also bear this responsibility."
The woman sneered: "What can you do if she doesn't come back? By force taking him away? You know his character and strength, and make him unhappy. He can finish us off with one hand."
The girl whispered, "Wait a minute, I'm sure she still has feelings for Shura Hall."
"Miss, we enter with great risk and can't stay long. Just in case Qingyunzong finds out, we ..."
"He won't let us wait too long."
