The old man looked at the young man with despair, and in desperation he chose to self-destruct, turning into a bloody mist, and the aftermath turned dozens of feet around into ruins.
"No!" The boy with a childish look on his face was full of despair, and his eyes were blurred by tears.
There were several masked people around, and their ferocious eyes made people feel chilly. They pressed towards the young man step by step. "Master????!" On the bed, a man
The young man's face was covered with sweat, and he grabbed the quilt with both hands. His eyes were closed tightly, but he had already roared loudly.
After struggling with the old man for a long time, Qin Yi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. His clothes had been soaked with sweat. Looking at everything around him, the hands that were holding on to the quilt gradually relaxed, and he took a long breath, "This is it again.
Dream! It's it again!" For three years, he would wake up in the middle of the night almost every night, always awakened by the same dream.
"Master, I'm so scared! I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on!" Qin Yi said with a dull expression while looking at the moonlight outside the window.
Three years ago, Qin Yi had great influence in the Taihe Sect. Even the elders in the sect were very polite to him, and the younger generation regarded him as a role model. The reason is very simple, that is because he is extremely talented.
, his strength reached the peak of the first level at the age of only seventeen, and he was unrivaled among the younger generation. At that time, he also had the common problems of young people, being overly arrogant and overly pleased with his achievements. Just like this, there were many
People are jealous, but due to his current influence in the sect, I can only keep that jealousy in my heart.
The change happened suddenly. One silent night, this talented young man fell into a haze.
The sudden arrival of the killer was something Qin Yi never expected. He survived, but it was in exchange for his master's life, and his Dantian was broken, and he was unable to gather true energy from now on. He was sentenced to death on the path of cultivation.
Death penalty!
From a genius to a loser overnight, how could a seventeen-year-old boy bear such a huge contrast?
Qin Yi is an orphan who was adopted by his master when he was nine years old. In his heart, his master has always taken care of him like a father, allowing him to once again find the feeling of being loved. And in just one night, all the beautiful things
All in vain!
Fortunately, the thought of his master gradually changed the fact that his Dantian was broken, and he spent three years in a muddle, even if he was ridiculed and insulted, he no longer cared.
Not being able to practice for three years, not only did many disciples look at him differently, but the sect also treated him lukewarmly. To allow him to stay in the sect was to give him a meal out of respect for his dead master!
Seeing that the triennial youth competition is approaching, how will he face it? Is the glory of the past still there?
"Hey! Still can't condense the true energy! Do I really deserve to be like this?" Qin Yi tried several times, but his dantian was still empty and there was no trace of true energy.
If Zongbi really can't change this time, then he may have no choice but to leave here. Qin Yi knows this very well. Even with the influence his master once had, the sect will not support him if he leaves.
With a useless person!
"We'll be in Zongbi in half a year! Do I really have to leave the place where I have stayed for twenty years?" Qin Yi asked himself this question repeatedly with a sullen expression on his face.
Who can give him the answer?
"Go to sleep! I hope things will change tomorrow." Although his body was the same as before, Qin Yi was still unwilling to give up. He sighed secretly and fell asleep. He had been doing this every day for the past three years, even if it didn't work.
Still haven't given up.
After getting into bed, Qin Yi gradually fell asleep.
The sun shone all over the earth, making the entire sect full of life. As usual, Qin Yi got up early to fetch water from a well outside the sect. This has been a habit developed in the past three years!
Without true energy, Qin Yi carried two full buckets of water to the sect and was already sweating profusely. Just as he turned around and walked towards the kitchen, his body trembled and the two buckets of water he carried were poured on the ground.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" The two young men stood behind Qin Yi and apologized hurriedly, but their tone did not mean to apologize at all.
Qin Yi turned around and frowned slightly. Without saying anything, he picked up the wooden bucket on the ground and walked outside the sect. In the past three years, the arrogance and temper he once had have gradually been tempered, even if he
I was very angry and chose to leave alone.
He wanted to leave, but the others refused, "Hey! Who am I talking about? It turns out that the great genius Qin Yi Qin! I accidentally knocked your water over, how about I go pick it up for you!" one of them said with a look on his face.
With a mocking look, he said with a smile. The other person hugged his shoulders and looked at Qin Yi jokingly. In his opinion, finding trouble for this former genius seemed to be something he couldn't get enough of.
"No need! I can choose myself!" Qin Yi said expressionlessly, and now he doesn't want to have anything to do with these people. In the past, these people could only look up to him, but now, they trample on their dignity arbitrarily.
Sighing secretly, Qin Yi's expression became indifferent.
"Tsk tsk! Great Genius Qin, why don't you give this little brother this face? After all, we can be considered brothers. Aren't we just carrying water? Am I not good at it?" It was the same person who spoke before, grabbing the wooden bucket in Qin Yi's hand with one hand.
, pull hard.
How could Qin Yi, who did not have the power of true energy, withstand such great strength? He was dragged to the ground, and the barrel in his hand was thrown away and smashed on the ground and spun around several times.
"Xiao Shan, what do you mean?" Qin Yi sat up from the ground, his face flushed with anger, and looked at Xiao Shan coldly.
Xiao Shan, who was called by Qin Yi, looked at Qin Yi with an angry face in amusement. The person next to him was called Xiao Li, his younger brother. The two brothers were quite talented, but compared to what they were three years ago.
Qin Yi has lost his temper a lot, and has been holding back resentment in his heart. Now that Qin Yi has become a useless person, it is time to vent his anger. In the past three years, Qin Yi has been ridiculed, insulted, and sometimes even
The fight was all caused by these two brothers.
"What do you mean? Hahaha! What do you mean by me?" Xiao Shan took a step forward, kicked the barrel away, and stepped on Qin Yi's chest.
Slowly approaching Qin Yi's face, Xiao Shan said ferociously, "Qin Yi, do you think you are still the genius you were three years ago? Now you are a waste, waste, do you know that?"
"It's none of your business what I am. Humph! How dare you talk to me like this three years ago!" Qin Yi struggled to break away and said with a deep breath.
"It's a pity that you are no longer the genius that made the Taihe Sect proud!" Xiao Shan glanced at Qin Yi contemptuously.
"Hmph! His temper is quite stubborn. Brother, I think he hasn't been whipped for a long time!" Xiao Li, who had been standing silently by the side, snorted coldly.
"Humph, I think so! Since you are looking for a fight, then we two brothers will help you! Let's do it!"
Both brothers Xiao Li were practitioners at the early stage of the second level. Their fists and kicks collided with Qin Yi, who had no real power at all. Even if he didn't use his real power, the physical strength alone was not something Qin Yi could bear now.
The power of the two second-level cultivators is completely different to Qin Yi now.
The world of cultivation is divided into nine levels in total, and each level is divided into three small stages: the early stage, the middle stage and the peak stage. For a small sect like the Taihe Sect, the strongest one is only the fourth stage. So three years ago Qin Yi was ten
Reaching the peak of the first level at the age of seven is already considered the peak. You must know that the ability to cultivate is against the will of heaven, and it is difficult and difficult to make progress. Many cultivators are so poor that they can barely reach the fourth level. This shows that the ability of cultivation is
difficult.
After a few minutes, Qin Yi almost collapsed on the ground, without any strength. He couldn't find any other feeling in his body except pain. He stared at the Xiaoshan brothers. He had endured this humiliation for three whole years.
, both physically and mentally.
"Look, isn't it enough?" Xiao Li stepped forward and kicked Qin Yi again, hitting Qin Yi in the stomach. This kick was so powerful that it directly kicked Qin Yi several meters away.
"Okay, Xiao Li, don't kill him! It won't be easy for us to explain then! Let's go!" Xiao Shan stopped Xiao Li.
Xiao Li spat at Qin Yi, snorted coldly, and followed Xiao Shan away from here, leaving only Qin Yi who was still covering his stomach and huddled on the ground.
"Xiao Shan, Xiao Li! Good! Very good! Sooner or later, I, Qin Yi, will repay today's humiliation in full!" Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Qin Yi secretly swore in his heart. He held his hand tightly.
The black knife left by the master, the pain of concentration kept coming from the hand.
Traces of blood overflowed from the palm of the hand, dyeing the knife red. However, Qin Yi did not notice that the traces of blood slowly seeped into the blade and finally disappeared.
Qin Yi got up with difficulty and put the knife into his clothes. He did not continue to fetch water, but picked up the bucket and walked to the place where he lived alone, his figure a little depressed.
The two Xiaoshan brothers struck with just the right amount of force. They were not stupid. They just wanted to teach him a lesson and let him out of his previous grievances. Every time they humiliated Qin Yi, it was enough. If he really killed someone, they would not be able to explain it.
It only took a few days, and Qin Yi's injuries were almost healed, but there was still a dull pain occasionally. In the past few days, Qin Yi still did not give up, and continued to practice every day, but all ended in failure.
Time passed quietly, and Qin Yi felt a little more anxious. Judging from the current situation, not to mention revenge, even survival was a problem. If Zongbi is still like this after this competition, he will definitely be like this.
Abandoned by the sect. Without the protection of the sect, he, a person without any real power, has only one way, and that is death!
"No! Master's great revenge has not been avenged? I can't just give up, I can't!"
"But what can I do? God, tell me why you are so unfair to me!"
Qin Yi suppressed his blush and shouted at the mountain stream. His shouts echoed throughout the mountain stream, looking so desolate!
