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Damn it!
The young death row prisoner grumbled and walked into the thatched house carrying the half-full medicine basket. He saw Su Qinian standing beside the medicine basket, looking at him with a mixture of shock and anger.
"Look at how bad you are! You still want to practice martial arts? If you succeed in building the foundation, everyone in the world will become a master of destiny!"
With disdain on his face, the young man straightened his back and stood in front of Su Qinian. He said with a bird's-eye view: "But if you, the son of a mere eighth-grade editor, can postpone questioning and go to Xiaoyao Valley to seek a chance of life, you are already leaving."
By sheer luck, Princess Hanyang, I was really blind to give you such an opportunity. My time is precious, please hand over the medicine basket, otherwise I will take more than half and suffer some physical pain.
It is indispensable. It has always been difficult for me to control the strength of my attacks. I think you should understand."
"You are a follower of the owner of the second thatched hut in Linshui! You form a clique for personal gain and bully the weak. You are not afraid of Deacon Jingdu knowing about it and punishing you severely!" Su Qinian scolded angrily and pointed at the young man. Because of his anger and fear, he even
My arms are shaking a little.
The young man snorted coldly, his tone full of sarcasm and ridicule, and said: "Boy, you probably haven't seen the situation and the rules clearly yet. This Xiaoyao Valley is not a kind place to begin with. It's a group of death row prisoners. You also want fairness and justice here.
Although it is not about eating people and spitting out bones, whoever has a big fist can eat monster meat. Some people are in awe, some respect it, and some people are willing to ride the horse in front of you. Who are you? You have only been here for a few days. Deacon Jingdu will come to punish me and so on.
?Tell you the truth, boy, you are not the only one who is worshiped every day. The weak have no say here! Don’t struggle, struggling will only make you more painful, okay! Bring it!"
boom!
The next moment, the young man was not polite at all, he took action directly, slapped Su Qinian on the shoulder, swept him away a few feet, reached out to grab the medicine basket that was guarded behind him, pulled it in two or three times, and took away half of it.
A little more, and the medicine basket he carried with him to pay tribute was now more than half full.
From the beginning to the end, Su Qinian was trembling with anger but did not make any move.
"waste!"
After spitting, the young man didn't even bother to look at Su Qinian again, turned around and left, swallowing all the words he was ready to say, because in his opinion, such a coward with no blood at all, even if he didn't follow him, he would
Even asylum is of no value at all.
And there is a fire in the young man's heart. Princess Hanyang is extremely beautiful. Although she is only fifteen years old, she has already become famous all over the world. She is the only daughter of the first-class Demon King of the Han Dynasty. When she was ten years old, the Emperor of Han held a family banquet in the imperial garden.
, to reward the officials, he once set a question to test the descendants of the officials in the school, asking what is the most unpredictable in the world, but can also be consistent.
Some people say that the martial arts of the demon clan are ever-changing, even changing their bodies and identities, making them hard to guard against, but what cannot be changed is the demonic aura.
Some people say that he is a person in the devil's way, a phantom of the devil's gate, who disappears in a fleeting moment, but if he breaks away from the illusion and abandons his martial arts, he is just an ordinary person.
Others say that the sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is rotating, and it is difficult to determine, but it is also like the sun and the moon, and eternity is the same.
When asked about Liu Qingchan, the only daughter of the Demon Suppressor King, this young girl who was already showing off her beauty even though she was only ten years old only softly uttered two words.
People's hearts!
The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart, and the most unpredictable thing is the human heart!
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was very happy and praised his talent for governing the world. Originally, according to the customs of the Celestial Dynasty, the princes and heirs had to wait until they reached the age of eighteen before they could report to the Ministry of Rites and obtain the title. However, on that day, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty personally issued an edict and granted the title of Princess Hanyang.
He promised to personally teach the "Chilong Kung" to build the foundation of the royal family, which aroused the envy of all the ministers and heirs, and they wished they could replace him with their own bodies.
The young man will never forget that day. Only ministers of sixth grade and above are eligible to sit at the table. He sat at the end with his father and was not even qualified to accept questions. On that day, Princess Hanyang was like the rising sun in the nine heavens.
There was a vast ray of light that was deeply imprinted on the deepest part of his soul.
…
The footsteps faded away, and I looked inside the thatched house. There were no bright lights anywhere, the brazier was dim, and the cold moonlight filtered in through the window. The humidity was very heavy, and the chill was three times stronger than outside the house.
At this time, on the dilapidated wooden bed, Su Qinian exhaled a thick stream of white air. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at his own medicine basket in front of the bed. There was a little more than before, and finally
The upper floor is full of medicinal materials that are more than ten years old. You may not be able to find much even if you go into the mountain for a day.
"True and false, false and true, this is training the world's sentiments and tempering people's hearts. Bystanders can see clearly that this is also a life experience."
Su Qinian murmured that the soul-destroying technique of confusing spirits and creating illusions gave him a different experience. As the number of uses increased, a temperament and a sense of control naturally began to brew in him.
"The second one has arrived!"
After half a stick of incense, Su Qinian took a deep breath. Such a cold environment really made his mental power extremely active. From the strong energy and blood of the young man who had just been sensed by his mental power, it was about the third level of the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" that was approaching perfection.
Although he had cultivated a lot of energy, using the soul-destroying technique only consumed about 1.5% of his mental power. After burning half a stick of incense, he had already recovered about 50% of his mental power.
Bang!
The door of the thatched house was kicked open at random, and you could clearly see that there was another foot-long crack on the already scarred door panel.
A young man about the same age as before, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, gnarled muscles, short stature, and a simple and honest face. However, Su Qinian was mentally sharp and could catch the cunning and coldness that sometimes flashed deep in his pupils.
After half a stick of incense.
Seeing that there was another layer of herbs in the medicine basket, Su Qinian's face turned slightly pale. This young man's cultivation level was higher than the previous one. He was afraid that he had already completed the third level of "Turtle and Snake Skill", and he had consumed enough.
It took nearly two layers of mental power to break through his body's energy and blood and break into the ancestral orifice divine court.
Half an hour later.
"Boy, your name is Su Qinian. I think you should be begging for mercy. Maybe I can be gentler tomorrow. The medicine basket is actually empty! How dare you ignore the two people in the ninth thatched hut near the water! If you don't come tomorrow, there won't be any.
, you can try to have a dream tonight, you should be able to know what the consequences will be..."
A young man with a slender figure and a jade-like face said coldly, looking down at Su Qinian, who was covered in dust and with blue eyes, finally shook his sleeves and turned to leave.
Another half stick of incense.
After struggling to light the oil lamp, fiddle with the brazier, and add a few pieces of low-quality charcoal, Su Qinian turned pale, gasping for air, and collapsed on the bed. After ten breaths, he silently recited "Tai Chi Song", managed to gather some energy, and meditated.
…
Goo!
After less than one stick of incense, Su Qinian woke up again. Although his face was not as pale as before, he had not fully recovered. He could not enter trance for more than one stick of incense. This did not mean that his meditation skills had deepened, but that he had replenished his flesh-eating energy at night.
Already exhausted and hungry, if he continued to enter samadhi, all he would consume was his physical body's energy and blood, so he chose to wake up from sedation.
After taking ten deep breaths in succession, Su Qinian looked at the bed and saw that his own medicine basket was already full, no more, no less.
Within half an hour, all the followers of the owners of the nine thatched huts on the shore had come and used the soul-destroying technique to outline the illusion. Su Qinian almost exhausted all his mental energy.
After taking his own medicine basket, he did not stop, but continued to intercept a small amount and gave it to the next person who came to pay tribute.
Of course, he didn't endure all the humiliation. In the end, he emptied the medicine basket and was severely beaten, with a bruised nose and face, just to maintain the smallest flaws.
At the same time, Su Qinian also discovered that those who came to harvest the fruits started from the second thatched hut on the shore and came down in order. It was obvious that there was a tacit understanding between these nine thatched huts, or that there was a tacit understanding between them.
There are hidden rules among the suspended death row prisoners in Xiaoyao Valley.
"Is distribution determined by strength?"
Finally, Su Qinian regained his composure, and he finally understood that the principles of sages would not work here.
Another full hour passed, until the bright moon gradually approached the sky, and the lights in many thatched houses on the shore were almost extinguished. Most of the prisoners on probation were resting in peace, or entering into meditation and breath control.
After a slight hesitation, Su Qinian got up and got out of bed. He grabbed the medicine basket and walked out of the thatched hut. His mental energy enveloped him. After a while, he came to the only bamboo house in Xiaoyao Valley. (Please vote for recommendations every day to be on the list.)