Under the quiet cliff, Li Chen was very unwilling: "Father, are you going to let this fool go like this? He was almost dead. He was almost dead."
"Then what do you want?" Niubi Lao Taoist Li Gang scolded: "If I hadn't come earlier, with Ming Yuexiang's character, you would have been lying in bed for at least a few months."
"But father..." In front of Li Gang, the other people did not dare to express their anger. Except for Li Chen, the famous monks were just one step away from becoming a real legendary monk, but it was difficult for them to do so.
extremely difficult.
"Okay, Ming Yuexiang is now the 72nd genius on the Tiangang Ranking. If this were not the case, do you think I would be afraid of her? Didn't you see the Tiangang mark between her eyebrows? Even the sect leader has to give her three points.
But..." Li Gang suddenly sneered.
"But what?" several people asked hurriedly.
"My Xuanmen belongs to Tianxuan Grand Sect. A genius like her will definitely be introduced to Tianxuan to practice. She may not be born for hundreds of years. How can she control this fool's divine veins? His life or death will not be known by then."
Is it under our control?" Li Gang sneered.
"So that's it." Li Chen's eyes showed murderous intent, as if he would not give up until Qin Hao was killed.
How could Li Gang not know how much this good-for-nothing son weighed? If it were in the past, even he wanted to kill Qin Hao, let alone others, but he said: "Even if Ming Yuexiang leaves Xuanmen,
You can't touch him either."
"Why, father, do you want your child to stay in the realm of a scholar all his life?" Li Chen was suddenly startled, with a trace of resentment in his eyes.
"Do you think I don't want you to kill him? But now the sect master and the Elder Pavilion have made a decision. When Ming Yuexiang leaves Xuanmen, he will use his divine veins to sacrifice to the sky to improve the luck of the entire Xuanmen. Even your grandfather
Even if you can't refute, what can I do?" Li Gang yelled angrily.
Li Chen suddenly stopped and finally understood the reason. He sighed, flew up and left the cliff.
Entering the fairyland-like mountain peak, Qin Hao took the first step in this different world.
Out of curiosity, Qin Hao's heart moved when he walked on the simple and fairy-like stone steps. The material of these stone steps made Qin Hao wish he could keep them all for himself, because they contained real gold and silver.
This soul from the earth is like a country bumpkin entering the city. Ming Yuexiang is very surprised. Why is Qin Hao picking those broken stones on the ground? Has his mind still not recovered?
"Disciple, what are you doing?" Qin Hao followed the master, feeling extremely happy. Damn it, there is real gold and silver in it. Every stone has it. If you get a piece of it, it will probably be enough for him to squander on the earth.
How could he not be moved? He thought that if he found his way home in the future, he wouldn't have to rob tombs and do things that were detrimental to his moral character. He could definitely become a nouveau riche.
As soon as he heard the master speak, he seemed to have become a thief. The stones in his sleeves all fell out, and he smiled with some embarrassment: "This, this..."
"Is it useful for you to hold these stones?" Ming Yuexiang wondered.
"That...that I use for collection." Qin Hao held it back for a long time and found an excuse that was not a reason.
"Collect?" Ming Yuexiang became even more confused: "These stones are all over the mountains and plains. If you want to collect them, I'm afraid your small room won't be enough."
"............" Qin Hao was speechless.
Later, Qin Hao realized that these things that were treasures in the eyes of people on earth were worthless here.
As he deepened his knowledge step by step, Qin Hao understood something from the fool's memory and the master's explanation. This sect is called Xuanmen. According to the master, Xuanmen is just a small sect, and there are many other things outside.
There is a huge world, but for some reason, the master didn't mention it to Qin Hao, and there was always worry in his eyes, as if he was worried about Qin Hao's future.
Mingyue Peak is a peak in Xuanmen. All disciples who have cultivated to the realm of celebrities will have a mountain. They will be automatically promoted to elders in Xuanmen and can accept disciples and teach the Dharma.
The master was not without problems. He handed him over to the senior sister of Mingyue Peak, and then ignored him. He did not give him a magic weapon to practice the secret method, as Qin Hao imagined, and said that you should learn it yourself.
He always felt a little strange. Could it be that he had a divine vein and a small sect without a secret method suitable for him?
"Idiot, why are you looking around blindly? Don't disturb other junior sisters' cultivation, otherwise they will beat you to death, but don't blame me." This senior sister obviously disliked Qin Hao. Like others, she directly called him a fool, and in
In Mingyue Peak, except for the master who looked at him softly, everyone else looked at him with hostility and even a sense of pity.
The feeling was like a beggar walking around on the street with a million, attracting countless people. At first, Qin Hao was smug and thought it was because he was handsome and killed both men and women, but from what they pointed out and said
What did I understand?
"Isn't that Dasha? I heard that he has regained his consciousness."
"What can this useless divine vein do if he regains his consciousness? If the master hadn't protected him, he would have been killed long ago."
"Haha, if there is a good show in the future, people from the other Twelve Peaks will definitely come to cause trouble. This guy is simply a disaster star."
"If the master hadn't seen him pitifully and picked him up during training, he would have been killed by now. I'm just wondering, why didn't the master kill him?"
"I heard that the master is leaving to go to that legendary great religion. Let's see who will protect him then. I think he is just a bastard. What kind of divine veins are there."
These disciples seemed to deliberately stir up trouble, and the more they spoke, the more unpleasant they became. However, Qin Hao also understood something from these people's mouths. There must be something wrong with his divine veins.
But what the woman said in the end made Qin Hao angry. Even the Buddha was angry, let alone this hot-blooded young man: "Your mother is a bitch, who are you talking about?"
A typical Earth curse came out, and all the disciples were stunned, as if they found it unbelievable that this fool actually started to curse, and the curse was so mysterious that even the senior sister next to Qin Hao was incredulous.
"What did you just say?" A pretty female disciple was choked by Qin Hao. Although he couldn't understand the meaning of Qin Hao's words, even a fool knew it was a curse.
"I said you, the eighth wife of Male Gobi, please keep your mouth clean for me." Qin Hao stood up and showed his pride. The female disciple was completely dumbfounded.
"Pa" Qin Hao suddenly felt a huge force on his back, and rolled directly to the ground, his mouth full of mud: "A little handyman dares to contradict the senior sister. With the master protecting him, can he not follow the rules?"
When Qin Hao turned around, he saw the confident face of the senior sister. He was standing up to say something. People around him started punching and kicking her, and waves of severe pain came from his body.
This scene is so familiar, as if he has experienced it thousands of times, but every time he feels so helpless, as if the world is his enemy.
When they find an excuse, they will beat him. No matter what he does well or poorly, they will not appreciate it. They just want to beat him to death, kill him, kill him, kill him.
Countless times, he hid in dark corners with scars all over his body and cried, his heart full of fear and helplessness. His simple heart didn't know why the world was like this. Apart from why, he didn't know what else to do, because he
Because of his low IQ, he can't even die because he doesn't know there is such a thing as death in this world.
Feeling all this, Qin Hao seemed to have forgotten the severe pain in his body and the greedy eyes of these people looking at him. He was immersed in this memory for a long time and could not extricate himself: "It turns out that this fool's experience since he was a child is like this. It turns out that this is how it is."
....."
Qin Hao was unusually silent, and everyone present stopped. If it were in the past, this fool would definitely beg for mercy, shout, and cry until he died. But they had no sympathy, but it is different now. This fool actually
He didn't cry or shout. There was a crazy and frightening hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had spent over the years. That hatred was frightening.
But they are all monks, so what about their hatred for an ordinary person? They can easily crush Qin Hao to death, but they can't do that. They will die if the master finds out, so they can only beat him over and over again. They can't
Use divine power, otherwise death awaits them.
After another severe beating, these disciples all dispersed. Even Qin Hao didn't understand. Was he so evil in his previous life? Don't these women have any kindness at all?
Why was this happening? The pain in his body made him unable to even stand, but he still struggled to return to his small room. He carefully recalled the memories of his previous life, but the memories made him feel a little hateful.
Because apart from these unforgettable beatings, all that was left was the peaceful chore work. The pain made Qin Hao almost faint and almost despair...
At this moment, a familiar figure walked in, wearing a palace dress and a faint fragrance. She was always so gentle to him, and her cold heart melted because of it: "Don't provoke them, I said
Already."
She walked over and murmured softly, and a scene suddenly appeared in Qin Hao's memory. Whenever he was helpless, whenever he didn't know why, a person would always appear by his side, caring for himself carefully.
Treat the injury, spread the dew, and the pain will disappear.
But Qin Hao's heart was not calm. He was not a fool. He had no time to feel the magic of this fairy dew. He asked: "Master, why?"
"Why? Why did they beat you, or why didn't I help you." The person who came was Ming Yuexiang. She stood up and put a distance away from Qin Hao, showing the difference between master and disciple.
"I want to know." Qin Hao's eyes showed hatred and stubbornness.
From this moment on, his body is Jing Xuan, but his will is Qin Hao.
"Hey." Ming Yuexiang turned around and sighed lightly. Her figure was intoxicating. She glanced at Qin Hao: "Sometimes I don't understand whether it is wrong or right to save you. I don't understand why God wants to let you go again.
You regain your sanity."
"Master, everyone has a choice, can't I have one?" Qin Hao's words were very firm, just like he was robbing a tomb, and his destiny allowed him to obtain the Dragon Seeking Technique and the Golden Talisman.
He has a choice. He can choose to be a tomb robber, but he can also choose to be an ordinary person. Once he chooses, he cannot regret it. Life is not a game. Sometimes you only have one choice, and you are not allowed to regret it.
"But..." Ming Yuexiang shook her head from time to time, not understanding why this apprentice would say such thoughts. There was pity and intolerance in her eyes: "You are right, in this world
, you have no choice, because it has been like this since ancient times."
"It's been like this since ancient times?" Qin Hao didn't understand. He heard this sentence from Li Chen. It has been like this for thousands of years. Now the master also says this. Is it really like this since ancient times?