Chapter 8 Shurazi Mysterious Visit
Volume 1 Asura Son Chapter 08 Mysterious Visit
He was originally the young city lord of Thunder Ancient City. His father and mother were both nominal elders of the Qingyun Sect. He enjoyed a prominent position from an early age. He is loved by his parents, loved by the citizens of the city, and he also has a well-behaved younger sister, and he lives a very happy life.
At that time, his parents often brought him to Qingyunzong, and there would be elders who smiled and pinched his face, and said cutely, and some elders patted his chest proudly. Your child will be my direct disciple in the future, let's agree .
Qin Ming is full of yearning for this place, and is full of desire for martial arts.
However……
One night terror changed everything.
A sudden change has shattered the beauty of the past.
Parents disappeared, life and death are unknown, Qingyunzong's angry punishment came to the ancient city of Thunder.
Qin Ming, as the lord of the young city, was forcibly arrested to Qingyunzong, suffered as a servant, and was taken as a hostage in disguise. The relatives of the city government and more than 200,000 people in the city were all escorted to the Lingshi Mine deep in the Daqing Mountains.
At that time, he was only seven years old, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him with anxiety, and enduring all kinds of ridicule in despair and drowsiness.
In a flash, eight years have passed, and Qin Ming has faded away from his innocence, and he has come to the present tenaciously.
From decadence and despair to tenacity and tenacity, he has walked very hard and hard all the way.
In the past eight years, he has recognized many people and many things.
He used to naively questioned the sky why it was so unfair, but now he has understood the most realistic and cruel truth in the world - the strong eat the weak, and the fittest survive!
The young heart also firmly remembers what his father once said - the weak should not die, and the strong should not live.
Therefore, he has been stubbornly raising his head, facing ridicule and humiliation tenaciously, and has also found his own attitude towards life and attitude towards martial arts through continuous efforts.
Qin Ming understands that no one will help him, only he can be worthy of himself. He vowed to become the disciple of Jin Ling of Qingyunzong, to win his own position here, to gain the qualification to compete with the elder, and to rescue the suffering ancient city of Thunder.
"For another year, learn other martial arts. After a year, I will be promoted to the Nine Heavens of Lingwu."
Qin Ming set a goal for himself. The faster his strength improves, the more he will be valued.
He returned to the warehouse in the second half of the night, practiced the birth and life skills for a while before returning, and recovered well. It's just that the clothes are tattered, with blood stains, and the whole body is wet by the rain, revealing the 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 a person standing in the warehouse door, not an old man, but a tall girl. The fire was flashing inside, and she could vaguely see her perfectly proportioned outline.
Zhao Min? Not like!
Qin Ming was wary of the surroundings. Could it be that Zhao Min was looking for someone else to take revenge? It seems that I can't wait to choose this rainy night.
Inside the iron gate of the warehouse, the girl turned her back to Qin Ming and whispered something inside.
"The hall master's injury is getting worse, and I'm afraid it won't last long. He told me to ask you to go back."
"The forces of all parties are eyeing them, and the Shura Temple needs someone to sit in."
"The only one who can support the Shura Temple is you, and the only person who can convince the tens of thousands of blood disciples in the Shura Temple is you."
...
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 lightly, not paying much attention, she was indifferent and ignoring. But Qin Ming's current appearance was too conspicuous, and she looked at the courtyard again.
Qin Ming clenched the three flying knives in his hands, and his whole body was full of electric lights, and the piercing bright light flashed densely, illuminating his face as cold and handsome as a knife. He frowned, alerting the girl and his surroundings, and approached the warehouse holding the flying knife. "That girl inside, you've gone to the wrong place. You can't just enter the men's room and come out to chat?"
The girl's face was slightly cold, and she was about to shoot, but a hoarse voice sounded in the warehouse: "Don't cause trouble with me, it's getting late, I have to rest, you go."
"Ancestor..." The girl was anxious.
But there was no sound from the warehouse.
"For the sake of the hall master and the Shura Temple, please think about it again." The girl bowed her body and walked out of the warehouse.
Qin Ming finally saw the girl's appearance clearly. A black robe covered his whole body, revealing only a beautiful face, which could be seen clearly by the firelight in the warehouse. Her skin is as creamy, her eyes are like autumn water, her nose is upturned, her lips are moist, she is truly the color of the city and the country, like a dream. .
Qin Ming was amazed by her beauty, but it can be concluded that this girl is definitely not from Qingyunzong.
The girl regarded Qin Ming as air, passed Qin Ming, and left the compound.
"What's your luck today, let's look at the beauties." Qin Ming looked back for a while, and then looked at the warehouse, but he didn't care too much. As long as he didn't come to seek revenge, he didn't need to pay attention.
"Old man, haven't you eaten for a day?" Qin Ming opened the stove, and all the food he cooked in the morning was inside. He didn't move, and it was already cold.
The old man was sitting in a corner of the warehouse, half asleep and half awake, with the flickering candlelight beside him, reflecting his old profile face.
"I'm hot again, do you want to eat together? There's meat tonight." Qin Ming unwound a pheasant from his waist, which he accidentally hit while practicing in the back mountain.
He did not ask the identity of the girl, nor the purpose of coming here. He has a tacit understanding with the old man, you don't tell me, I don't ask, it 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 stove, got some green vegetables, and stewed the pheasant.
The smell of heat permeates the humble warehouse.
"Fragrant! Old man, come here, it's a late night snack." Qin Ming greeted the old man.
The old man ignored it and continued to lie there.
"I'll eat first, I'll save some for you." Qin Ming was really hungry and started eating on his own.
But after eating for a while, the old man propped up and walked into the warehouse.
Qin Ming shrugged and continued to eat. "Master, 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 the people from Yaoshan would not pick it up first.
But after a while, the old man brought a large black jar from nowhere, and sat down at the wooden table: "Bring two bowls."
"Wine?" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a little strange, but he still went to get two bowls, and took a plate of pickles along the way. It's not a good ingredient, it's the vegetable roots left over from Qin Ming's usual cooking, washed and soaked in a salt jar. Sometimes when he was too tired and too busy, he would grab a few pickles and eat steamed buns to deal with the meal.
The old man opened the wine jar, and the strong aroma of wine overflowed the warehouse. He poured himself a bowl of wine, and also poured a bowl for Qin Ming.
"Master, are you in a bad mood?" Qin Ming looked at the mellow wine in the bowl, and it was even more strange. What happened tonight?
The old man took up the porcelain bowl and drank it, tilted his head, let out a long breath, and then filled it up for himself.
Qin Ming shook the bowl and tried to take a big sip. Suddenly, he felt the strong pungency filling his mouth and enema his stomach straight down his throat.
Spicy heartburn.
"Huhuhu, this wine is strong enough." Qin Ming grinned. He had never drank wine before. He quickly took two mouthfuls of dishes, somehow suppressing the hot and spicy feeling.
The old man then filled him up again, and he raised his head and poured another whole bowl down.
Qin Ming has known the old man for eight years, and he has never done this before. Could it have something to do with the girl just now? He looked at the wine in the bowl, and when he gritted his teeth, he raised his head and poured it down, rushing up with a scorching heat, and he felt heat all over his body.
However, the taste of this wine is not bad.
The old man gave Qin his life again.
"You also eat vegetables, here is a chicken leg." Qin Ming pushed the vegetables in front of the old man.
One old and one young, just eat simple meals like this, except for Qin Ming's occasional words, the old man is very silent, always silent.
The girl just now didn't go far, she was going to leave, but after Qin Ming shouted "Old Man", she stopped outside the warehouse door in the rainy night and looked at the shadow reflected in the warehouse window from a distance.
"Who is that boy?" Two black figures appeared in front of the girl, one girl a year, both middle-aged and seemed to have extremely strong strength. The pattering cold rain didn't even wet their clothes, and the invisible aura evaporated before it really fell on them.
The faces under the cloak were all shocked. That young man could eat and drink at the same table with him?
They couldn't believe their eyes. The old man's back was filled with bones and blood, and his reputation was shocking to the world. Who would dare to sit with him?
"Only Lingwu Third Layer, the strength is too weak." The girl only thought that Qin Ming was his little slave, but how could ordinary little slaves dare to call him the old man? How could he be qualified to drink at the same table with him. Could this young man have another identity? But how can the strength be so weak.
The middle-aged man said solemnly: "No one in the Qingyun Sect, including the sect master, knows his identity, and this little servant should not know either. He just treats him as an ordinary old man."
"He's been missing for ten years, and the whole world thinks he's dead. If it wasn't for the arrangement of the hall master, we really wouldn't know he was still alive." The woman looked at the wordless grave in the corner of the compound, thinking about it. Those legends, I sighed in my heart, the most lonely thing in the world is this.
The middle-aged man said: "Asura Palace needs him to go back, and he should also shoulder this responsibility."
The woman snorted coldly: "He insists on not going back, what can you do? Take him away forcibly? You know his character and strength very well. If you upset him, you can kill us with one hand."
The girl whispered: "Wait a minute, I believe he still has feelings for Shura Palace."
"Miss, we came in at great risk, and we can't stay for long. In case of being discovered by Qingyunzong, we..."
"He won't keep us waiting too long."