In the night, the starlight is flourishing.

The prosperity of the Qingyunzong falls in this small water city, and it is also bright and bright.

Especially the Dingxiang Restaurant of the water city, the nine -story body is towering into the clouds, wearing glowing, from a distance, it knows that it is magnificent and the world is good.

The monk does not need to sleep as necessary as mortal. Just take a while and rely on the sufficient spiritual power in the body to maintain full energy. Therefore, at night, the water city of Pingshui is even more lively than during the day.

As far as the monks are alternately, in terms of the monk, in addition to practicing special techniques, there is only the role of recorded time. It is finally to let him forget the age.

However, although it is prosperous in Tongshui City, a desolate courtyard in the suburbs of the city only ordered a lone lamp.

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In the small courtyard, in the house, under a lone lamp, the people are located alone.

I saw the shadow next to the lonely lamp of the knee, which was sometimes turbid with eyes, and sometimes clear Fu Shaoqiu.

In front of Fu Shaoqiu's eyes, there is a rusty sword broken sword, a white and skin robe, a few Lingbao that still exudes very strong spiritual pressure, and several altars seem to be extraordinary.

liquor.

These things, except for the good wines of the altars, belong to his own things, belonging to the thing that once had great Tianjiao. As for the powerful spiritual treasure in the reward of the family, it has been collected back.

Fu Shaoqiu glanced at the rust on the broken sword, and couldn't bear to pick it up. The sword was like the heart of the people.

In the end, it was still sober. After he took a few breaths, he was still unwilling to pick up the rust sword.

With a slight look, Fu Shaoqiu looked at the good wines of the altar again, and the memories in his heart came up, and his heart was mixed.

That was the only thing he brought from the Fu family, no, or in other words, it was something that someone who gave it to him, the only thing he couldn't bear to throw away.

Fu Shaoqiu still remembers that when he was in full swing, he also liked to taste the world's wine, but at that time, he just had a taste. He didn't want to buy drunk so sick now.

The good wines of those altars were sent to him who was very good at him.

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"I hope she is not looking for me." Looking at the wine, Fu Shaoqiu murmured.

He came here without the five major family monks stopped. One was to avoid the sister -in -law who wanted to find him, and to get his happy sister -in -law, and the other was to avoid the woman who Fu family.

A non -retreat for repairing, and the waste people who are accompanied by inferior wine for the rest of their lives, how can she delay a woman with a bright future.

At the beginning, power was a dream.

These areas of good wine, Fu Shaoqiu can't bear to drink. He would rather drink inferior turbid wine that he could buy with a few lower flavors.

However, now the mask man only has a good wine that can be drunk with him. He hasn't been drunk so much that he is unwilling. It is really unwilling.

And at this time Fu Shaoqiu, he was struggling to climb. He also needed these good altars to get into the belly to help him think about it.

I don't know when he has a big drunk, he can't think deeply.

"Wine."

Fu Shaoqiu's eyes were still muddy. After taking the good altars in the air, he opened the mud and poured several big mouths.

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Sure enough, good wine is different. Although it is not as good as the wine brought by the mysterious masked man, it is ten thousand times better than the wine from Dingxiang Restaurant.

And this wine is still the kind he loved to drink hundreds of years ago.

The good wine enters the stomach, the drunkenness is greatly increased, the mind is confused, and the eyes are clear.

Only when he was drunk did Fu Shaoqiu dare to take out the rusty sword. After holding it in his hand, in his delusion, he became that high-spirited young man again. But in the blink of an eye, he fell into reality, just like the rusty sword.

All the same, feeling downcast and dejected.

When he was drunk, he could turn on the light and read the sword, and he could also dream back to the glory days of sword debate, but in reality, he had quietly turned gray and was in a state of despair.

It is said that thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully a young man into poverty, but he has spent hundreds of years in such a useless state, how can there be so many counterattacks in this world.

"well"

A long sigh sounded under the lone lamp, and then the rusty sword was returned to its original position.

At this moment, Fu Shaoqiu remembered what Lin Feng had said to him last in the Dingxiang Restaurant.

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"Qingyun Sect is still the family's world."

Yes, Lin Feng is right, Qingyun Sect is indeed the family's world.

Qingyun Sect was founded based on family. There are five major families at the top and countless small and medium-sized families at the bottom. If a monk is not attached to the family, no matter how talented he is, how good his bones are, or how lucky he is,

Those who are able to disappear into the crowd are just like him who are unlucky, and life is worse than death.

Moreover, within a family, there is also a difference between the main family and the main family. If the person who is separated from the family is too dazzling and takes advantage of this to be promoted to the main family, the outcome will probably not be good.

In the Qingyun Sect, a monk's fate seems to be largely determined as soon as he is born.

If you are born into a wealthy family, you will have countless cultivation resources to enjoy. Even if you pile up a pig, you can reach a high level.

Although it is said that the realm of monks who rely solely on the accumulation of heavenly materials and earthly treasures is illusory and their strength is embarrassing, but a high realm is everything.

Even if the Nascent Soul Genius, a rogue cultivator who has endured many hardships and gone through countless hardships and dangers, is very strong and capable of leapfrogging challenges, his chances of winning against the stacked up gods-forming cultivators are pitifully small.

The difference in realm is like a natural chasm.

And some monks who were born into humble backgrounds, no matter how good their qualifications and character are, can only be the disciples of the rich and handsome young masters of big families, so that they can be rewarded with some cultivation resources and strive to improve their realm.

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Or, to complete sect tasks desperately in exchange for spiritual stones and other cultivation resources, but without a good background, even some treasure hunting and exploration tasks cannot be accepted.

Qingyun Sect is such a sect.

Fu Shaoqiu took a few more gulps of good wine, his cloudy eyes became even more blurry.

I heard him chuckle slightly in a lunatic manner: "Sealing the poor family, excluding dissenters, being stubborn and rigid, full of old age. If it weren't for someone with supreme cultivation standing in charge, I'm afraid this Qingyun Sect, from inside to outside, would be destroyed."

Destroyed several times.”

The shackles that rested on Fu Shaoqiu's body were not only the Falling God Curse Seal on Yuanying, but also the current lifeless situation of Qingyun Sect.

Since he was kicked out of the Fu family, he has stayed in many places in the Qingyun Sect, and has also seen a gloomy place that a genius will never see.

Fu Shaoqiu knew that if there was no fundamental change in the Qingyun Sect, even if he recovered his cultivation and became a genius again, the final result would still be the same.

Those family monks don't want to see anyone taking away what belongs to them.

At this time, Fu Shaoqiu thought of the weird man with the gray mask, and with the clarity of his drunkenness, he murmured: "I know you are an extraordinary person, but how far can your extraordinaryness go?

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Fu Shaoqiu will definitely go to the Dingxiang Restaurant in five days.

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However, he may not necessarily do things for that person. If the masked man just wants to restore his cultivation and let him become a part of the Qingyun Sect's twilight spirit, then Fu Shaoqiu would rather there is always a strange person in Yuanying that tortures him.

dark spots.

For him, the disappointment in his heart was far worse than the pain of Nascent Soul.
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