Chapter 161: The family is boiling, the devil is confused
He raised his head, glanced at Qin Taiming's expression, and said slowly: "It's just that I'm still a little reluctant to let go!"
It turned out that when Qin Zhongming went up the mountain, Qin Taiming's spiritual thoughts had already found Qin Bo first.
All Qin Zhongming's words just now were heard by Qin Taiming.
God knows how scared Qin Bo was when Qin Zhongming made such nonsense just now.
He was afraid that Qin Taiming would slap him into ashes.
Qin Taiming stared at this disciple whom he had not seen for many years. After a long time, he nodded and said, "Since you know what you are thinking, I can't say anything more."
"Just now, I swept up and down Ten Thousand Blood Peak with my spiritual thoughts. Over the years... you have been a very good peak master, at least you are better than me!"
"Master, you praise me so much! I don't dare to be a disciple..."
"Back when I passed on to you, I told you that no matter how we fight among the thirty-six peaks of our Qin clan, we are all from the Qin clan in the end!"
"Everything we have, even our lives, is not worth mentioning in the face of the future of the Qin clan!"
When Qin Bo heard this, he raised his hands and said solemnly: "Master's teachings, my disciples have not dared to forget even half of them over the years!"
Qin Taiming nodded, then pointed to the horizon and said, "I have seen the young man on Wutong Mountain. The future responsibility of the Qin clan will definitely fall on his shoulders."
"As the current peak master of Ten Thousand Bloods Peak, you must not be blinded by other fetters. Be careful of making mistakes!"
As soon as these words came out, Qin Bo trembled all over, and immediately understood what Qin Taiming meant, and said respectfully: "Master, don't worry, my disciple has not yet reached the point where his eyesight is dim. Our Qin clan has given birth to such a divine son, so we should do our best.
Assist the great cause!"
"Um!"
Qin Taiming nodded, took a step forward, and disappeared from sight.
clang!
Three breaths later, a loud bell sounded throughout the Qin clan.
Suddenly, the whole family was excited!
………………
Wow!
Late at night, in the bamboo forest, as the bright sword light swept across, large pieces of tall green bamboo were cut into pieces and scattered in all directions.
The sword's light was sharp, but without any structure, and seemed to be telling the master's complicated thoughts.
Clang!
The sword light converged, and the green blade was sheathed.
The figure in black sat heavily on the side of the stone table, holding the hilt of the sword in his slender hand and thrusting it heavily into the soft earth under his feet.
Whoosh!
Together with the scabbard, it went deep into the soil.
He grabbed the exquisite white jade wine bottle in front of him and poured it directly into his mouth without pouring it into the cup.
The long hair on the shawl was dancing wildly, and the corners of the slender eyes were faintly filled with bloodshot eyes.
After draining the wine bottle in one gulp, he gasped for air and patted the stone table in front of him vigorously.
If the stone table in front of us was not made of the finest stone, it would have turned into powder with just one palm.
"Qin Yu..."
He muttered these two words in a low voice, somewhat gritting his teeth.
In my mind, I can't help but think of that figure in white clothes and snow in the daytime.
The thin, not tall young man in white clothes had vaguely become his nightmare.
"Tsk, tsk... pitiful!"
At this moment, a shrill and unusual sound of sorrow came from the dark bamboo forest.
At first it sounds like it's thousands of miles away, but the next moment it's right in front of your ears.
Just like the night owl's long cry, it can stop a child from crying.
Qin Zhongming suddenly turned his head, his eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, but he was not too surprised.
"It's you again? What are you doing here?"
The voice did not answer his question directly, but instead said:
"Your place is dark and cold, and there is no popularity at all... But other places in the Qin clan are full of lights and colorful decorations!"
As soon as these words came out, Qin Zhongming stiffened slightly and groaned: "What does this have to do with me?"
As soon as the voice heard this, he suddenly laughed wildly: "What does it have to do with you? Hahaha! It really has nothing to do with you... They are preparing for the ceremony of conferring the God of the Qin Clan, and you are not the Son of the Qin Clan, haha
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"Oh, that's right! Not only are you no longer the divine son of the Qin tribe, but soon... you won't even be able to become the Taoist son of the Qin tribe! Expelled from the Qin tribe, tsk tsk... it's miserable just thinking about it!"
Whoosh!
Qin Zhongming's eyes twitched, bloodshot eyes filled the air, and he stood up in vain.
Opening his palm, Qingfeng unsheathed his sword and spun out a series of extremely bright sword flowers in the dark night in front of him.
Thrust out suddenly!
puff!
The long sword accurately stabbed a slender green bamboo, and a strange black shadow was slowly moving on it.
"Good swordsmanship~!"
Suddenly, a joking voice of appreciation came to my ears.
Qin Zhongming knew very well that the sword he just struck did not cause any harm to the man hiding in the shadows.
Zheng!
The sword intent exploded, and the thin bamboo turned into powder.
The black shadow turned into fragments and merged into the night.
It seems to be wandering aimlessly with the night wind.
At this moment, Qin Zhongming suddenly discovered that there was a shadow the same size as him on the side of the shadow under his feet.
But there was clearly no one in front of him!
This scene was very strange, but Qin Zhongming just frowned and did not appear surprised at all.
Obviously this isn't the first time I've seen him!
"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity...it's useless!" Shadow continued to speak, with disdain in his words.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Qin Zhongming frowned.
"You're wrong to ask, it should be, what do you want?" The voice suddenly appeared in Qin Zhongming's ear, as if someone was blowing into his ear.
Like an array of magic sounds, it carries a strange power that blinds the Taoist mind.
"What's the meaning?"
"Don't you just want to sit on the throne of the Son of God? Are you willing to give it up to Qin Yu who came out of nowhere?"
"What can I do if I'm not willing to give in?" Qin Zhongming's eyes became more and more red, and he said angrily: "The three great masters, the thirty-six peak masters, the thirteen saint ancestors of the temple, the clan leaders, the elders... they are all on his side!"
"Qin Yu's talent is unparalleled, and the old antiques of the Qin tribe have seen unprecedented hope, so naturally they value him very much! However, this is the living Qin Yu..."
As soon as these words came out, Qin Zhongming was shocked and couldn't help but said: "What do you mean?"
Although he asked this question, there was already an indelible thought occupying his mind.
Lingering!
"You know very well what I mean... As long as Qin Yu dies, everything will return to the way it was before!"
"The remaining three Dao disciples swore to follow Qin Yu in front of everyone, and their prestige is gone! By then, you will be the most suitable candidate for the position of Son of God!"
Qin Zhongming's eyes gradually became empty, as if he had thought of the scene at that time, and a mocking smile of success appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then he suddenly froze, shook his head and said, "No! They won't give me this chance!"
The voice sounded again: "Other methods won't work, but you can challenge head-on!"
"Didn't Qin Yu say that he would accept the challenge from the entire clan on the day of the God-Conferment Ceremony?"
"Although after today, basically no one in the Qin clan will challenge him anymore, he didn't take back those words, right?"
[Author's digression]: The fifth update is here, begging for money!