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As decadent as ever, with the same hunched back and unchanged turbid eyes.
The two teenagers' eyes widened. They saw Su Qinian walking out of the Xuanyin Cave, his steps staggering a little, but it was just a stagger. Even his face was only slightly pale. Compared to them, he was much better.
Less.
This...
The two young men looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable. Could it be that this Su Qier had a strong physical foundation? Is he just resting on his laurels and holding on?
Apart from this, the two teenagers really couldn't think of any other reason. As for sneaking out of Xuanyin Cave in the middle, there was no chance. Facts have proved that those who tried to avoid punishment in the past have not ended well in the end. Instead of doubling the punishment,
Those whose flesh and bones are blown apart by the evil wind will be directly expelled from Xiaoyao Valley. This is even more serious. They will be taken away by officers dispatched by the Ministry of Punishment. There will no longer be a suspended sentence and they will be executed within a month.
Taking the tiger bone soup from Taoist Jingdu's hand, Su Qinian twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a naive smile, and then drank it all in one gulp.
What a hell!
The two young men murmured in their hearts, but in front of Taoist Jingdu, they were quite afraid and did not dare to be too presumptuous.
……
An hour later, Xiaoyao Valley.
As the bright moon gradually rose, the return of the group of four people did not cause much commotion. Only a few people walking outside noticed it, but they only glanced at it and stopped paying attention.
No matter how big the joke is, it is just a diversion from the boring life. Force is the most important. They pursue foundation building and long for the internal energy. Other than that, everything else is fleeting and not worth spending too much time and energy.
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With the tiger's head hanging high, I'm afraid even Liu Ziming, who lives in the second thatched house near the water, is definitely not relaxed. The laws of the Han Dynasty and the majesty of the emperor cannot tolerate the slightest blasphemy or contempt.
The thatched house is still cool, the brazier is lit, and the lamp oil and condensed ink are set aside to slowly melt.
Su Qinian was grinding ink, and it was difficult to grasp the ink stick half as long as his little finger. Some of the smelly ink rippled in the missing corner of the inkstone, reflecting the dancing flames. The ink rippled, and the fire broke into pieces, like silver flowers blooming.<
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Soak the knotted rabbit hair pen in warm water and remove a few stray hairs. It looks like it can no longer be used several times.
A piece of browned hemp paper was spread out, Su Qinian drew some ink, dipped it in water, and put pen to paper.
The ink on the tip of the pen condensed into beads. Su Qinian focused his attention and opened a streak of white. His pen and ink were not complicated, and could even be said to be simple, but in just a few strokes, he outlined a blurred back. This is a very beautiful scene.
The graceful figure is a bit childish, but even if it is just a back view, you can still imagine a bit of peerless youth.
A pair of jade-like lotus-root arms are draped behind her, with green hair like a waterfall. Looking up at the nine heavens, a bright moon is like a disk, among which there are dancing shadows of trees and a looming Qiong Tower.
After burning the incense, Su Qinian put away his pen, stared at the paper for a long time, and then wrote a sentence in the blank space next to it:
"If you want to ride the wind back home, you may be afraid of beautiful buildings and jade houses."
Finally, there is the inscription: The year of Su Qi was in the 5432nd year of the Chixiao calendar of the Han Dynasty.
When the ink was slightly dry, Su Qinian took out a palm-sized cloth bag from the crack under the wooden table. This was something he had kept close to his chest. When he first entered Xiaoyao Valley, no one noticed it. When he opened the cloth bag, there was
There is a small stack of Tibetan paintings, not hemp paper, but slightly yellowed old rice paper. The first picture that catches the eye is the same as the one just completed on the desk, except that the back is a little childish. Other than that,
Even the inscription is the same, but the signature is slightly different.
The year of Su Qi was five thousand four hundred and thirty-one in the Chixiao calendar of the Han Dynasty!
The two paintings are almost the same, except that the painting that was just completed is more refined and sophisticated. Su Qinian's eyes lingered on this painting for a few breaths. It was a bit complicated and had an inexplicable meaning. After a while,
, he took a deep breath, there was a strange depth in the young man's eyes, he took off the painting on the table, folded it, covered it, wrapped it layer by layer with cloth by himself, and then slowly pushed it into the crack under the table. ……
No matter what season it is, the rising sun is always gentle. It is fiery red and illuminates the country thousands of miles away.
Su Qinian did not go to perform martial arts at Chen hour. After Chen hour, he slowly carried the medicine basket and walked towards the deep mountains of Wudang.
On the shore, some prisoners on probation who were preparing to go out looked surprised, but looking at Su Qinian's pale face, they also had some understanding.
It turns out that he is not just a waste, he also knows the pain and does not want to enter the Xuanyin Cave again. Now he is forced to go into the mountain to collect medicine.
In front of the second thatched house facing the water.
At this time, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old stood with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a seemingly simple silk green robe. There were several young people surrounding him, and they all looked at the young man in green robe.
, are full of awe, and even deep in those pupils, there is deep envy.
The only son of Liu Qing, the second-rank Mingyang Marquis of the Han Dynasty, and a royal family member!
Even if he is on death row, Liu Ziming still has an unconcealable temperament, like a dragon above the nine heavens, which unconsciously makes ordinary people feel ashamed.
This is something that only family background and origin can bestow. Growing up in the most fertile land of the Han Dynasty, starting from the toddler's enlightenment, the royal family has its own rules that it has followed for more than five thousand years, and various heritages have been accumulated.
Pregnancy, even if it is a congenitally weak offspring, is almost impossible to be born.
"It turns out that it's not completely disabled, but it's just that it's not pushed to the limit. People really can't be measured by common sense." Liu Ziming said lightly, "Zengzi said, what you see with your ten eyes and what you point to with your ten hands is so severe that you can withstand it.
With so many looks and scorn, people who are either really willing to degenerate, or people who are strong-willed and endure humiliation and burden, are the most terrifying people."
Su Qier, who is this kind of person?
All the young people around Liu Ziming sneered in their hearts, asking them to believe that Su Qinian endured humiliation and had great ambitions, so why not let them believe that they can harvest a century-old wild ginseng when they go into the mountain today?
The moment he stepped into the forest, Su Qinian's waist slowly straightened, his black hair was disheveled, and his eyes broke through the chaos, showing a bit of fear at this time.
From the moment he walked by the waterfront, a gaze fell on him, and it wasn't until he walked into the mountains and forests that he finally looked away.
Liu Ziming!
Mingyang Hou Liu Qing, the only son of one of the rare top soul masters in the world, has many things about him that Su Qinian cannot figure out. If some clues are really revealed, Su Qinian will not be surprised.
But at the moment, he can't care about so much. He is only given five years. Not to mention reaching the second-rate realm, the intersection of dragon and tiger, even building the foundation to open the sky and nurturing the inner family's true energy is not as simple as imagined, even
Su Qinian has no confidence at all. Will he be able to change when he reaches the second-rate level?
Therefore, in these five years, he could only use all his strength to become stronger and continuously master powerful weapons.
Even the Great Han Dynasty, which ruled thousands of miles around the country, had enough respect for the real martial arts masters. At least Su Qinian had heard that for the Tianming Grandmaster, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty promised to meet three conditions unconditionally, as long as the country was not endangered.
Sheji does not go against the peace and stability of the human race.
However, there were only a few destiny masters in the entire Han Dynasty. There were only a few such figures in the world who could change destiny, grasp the way of heaven, and prove immortality. There were very few things in the world that they could not do.
……
Su Qinian was like a gust of wind, walking through the deep mountains and old forests. The mountains were covered with heavy snow, and at first glance, he saw a vast expanse of white snow. For ordinary prisoners on probation, collecting medicines undoubtedly increased the difficulty.
But Su Qinian didn't care at all. His mental power covered an area of ten feet in radius. Wherever he passed, nothing could escape his perception. Even now, he can complete every day by himself without any small means.
The amount of medicine collected.
But something was different today. Collecting herbs was only secondary. He let go and went deeper into the ancient forests of Wudang Mountain. He had reached a bottleneck in the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". It was difficult to perfect the fifth level of kung fu. Now he had to seek breakthroughs and insights.
If you keep putting yourself in danger, if you don't die, you will often have the opportunity to stand up again.
"There are not even monsters in Wudang Mountain. With my fifth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", I can't survive like this. It would be better to wait for death, and I will really become Su Qier." (Please recommend a new book to guarantee your votes.
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