Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 11

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Heck!

The young death row prisoner grumbled, walked into the thatched hut with a half-full medicine basket, and saw Su Qinian standing beside the medicine basket, looking at him with shock and anger.

"Look at you! You still want to practice martial arts? If you succeed in building a foundation, everyone in the world will become a Master of Destiny!"

The young man was full of disdain, and stood up straight in front of Su Qinian, and said with a gaze overlooking: "But you, the son of an eighth-rank editor, can suspend the questioning and come to Xiaoyao Valley to seek a glimmer of life. It's a great shit luck, the majestic Princess Hanyang, I was really blind to win such an opportunity for you, my time is very precious, hand over the medicine basket, otherwise I will not only take half, some flesh and blood It is indispensable, I have always had a hard time grasping the strength of my shots, I think, you should understand."

"You are a follower of the owner of the second thatched hut in Linshui! You form a clique for selfish interests and bully the weak. You are not afraid that Deacon Jingdu will find out and punish you severely!" Su Qinian angrily scolded, pointing at the boy, because of anger and panic, even Arms are trembling.

The young man snorted coldly, his tone full of sarcasm and ridicule, and said: "Boy, maybe you haven't seen the situation and rules clearly, this Happy Valley is not a good place in the first place, a group of death row prisoners, you also want fairness and justice, here Although it’s not that you cannibalize people and don’t spit out bones, whoever has big fists can eat monsters and beasts. Some people are in awe, some people respect them, and some people are willing to stand on their backs. What are you? You’ve only been here for a few days, and Deacon Jingdu will come and punish me. ? Tell you the truth, boy, you are not the only one who is enshrined every day. The weak have no right to speak 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, and shot directly, slapped Su Qinian on the shoulder, swept him away a few feet, reached out and grabbed the medicine basket protected behind him, and with two or three paws, he took away half of it. A little more, and the medicine basket that he carried with him as a tribute was more than half full at this time.

From the beginning to the end, Su Qinian was only trembling with anger, but did not make any moves.

"waste!"

After spitting, the young man didn't even bother to look at Su Qinian again, he turned around and left, swallowing all the words he was about to say, because in his opinion, such a cowardly person with no blood at all, even if he didn't follow him, he would Even asylum has no value at all.

And the young man was filled with anger. Princess Hanyang is beautiful. Although she is only fifteen years old, she is already famous all over the world. She is the only daughter of the first-rank demon king of the Han Dynasty. , to reward the officials, once asked the heirs of the officials to test the school, and asked what is the most unpredictable in the world, but it can also be consistent.

Some say that it is the martial arts of the monster race, which can change in a thousand ways, even change the shape and identity, which is hard to guard against, but what can't be changed is the monster aura.

Some people say that he is a person in the way of the devil, the phantom of the devil's door, and he is fleeting, but he is just an ordinary person if he gets rid of falsehood and martial arts.

Others say that the sky is full of stars, the sky and the river are turning, and everything is unpredictable, but it is also like the sun and the moon turning, eternally the same.

When asked about Liu Qingchan, the only daughter of the Zhenyao King, this young girl who was only ten years old, but already showing her beauty, only spoke two words lightly.

People's hearts!

In the world, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart, and the most consistent thing is the human heart!

The Emperor of Han, Da Yue, praised his talent for governing the world. Originally, according to the celestial regulations, the heirs of the princes had to wait until they were eighteen years old before they could report to the Ministry of Rites and get titles. Promising to personally teach the royal family the "Chilong Kungfu" for building foundations, which aroused the envy of the officials and heirs, and wished to replace them with their own bodies.

The young man will never forget that day, only officials of the sixth grade and above are eligible to sit, he sat at the end with his father, and was not even eligible to accept questions, and the Princess Hanyang on that day was like the rising sun above the nine heavens, There is a great glow, which is deeply imprinted in the deepest part of his heart.

……

The sound of footsteps went away, and looking at the thatched cottage, there was no bright light, the brazier was dim, and the cold moonlight came in through the window, the humidity was heavy, and the chill was three points stronger than outside the house.

At this time, on the dilapidated wooden bed, Su Qinian exhaled a thick white air, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he looked at his own medicine basket in front of the bed, there were a little more than before, and finally The upper layer is full of herbs that are more than ten years old, and you may not be able to find many in one day in the mountain.

"True and false, false and true, this is tempering the world, and it is also sharpening people's hearts. It is clear to the bystanders. This is also a kind of life experience."

Su Qinian murmured, this deceiving soul technique that confuses the spirit and creates illusions has given him a different experience, and as the number of times it is performed increases, a temperament naturally begins to brew in him, a sense of control.

"The second one is here!"

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 exuberance of the young man's blood that he had sensed just now, it was probably the third level of "Turtle and Snake Art" that was gradually consummated. Cultivation, but performing the soul-stimulating technique only consumed about [-]% of the mental power, and after this little half stick of incense passed, about [-]% of it had recovered.

Bang!

The door of the thatched hut was randomly kicked open, and it could be clearly seen that there was another foot-long crack on the door panel, which was already scarred.

A boy who was about the same age as before, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, thick muscles, not tall, and a simple and honest face, but Su Qinian was sharp and could capture the cunning and coldness that sometimes flashed in the depths of 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 pale. This young man's cultivation level is higher than that of just now, and he may have already completed the third level of "Turtle and Snake Skill", and he has exhausted his entire body. It took nearly two layers of mental strength to break through his blood and enter the ancestral orifice.

After half an hour.

"Boy, your name is Su Qinian. I think you should wag your tail and beg for mercy. Maybe tomorrow I can be more gentle, but the medicine basket is actually empty! How dare you ignore the two of you from the ninth thatched hut in Linshui! If you don't come tomorrow , you can try to dream tonight, you should be able to know what the consequences will be..."

A slender young man with a crown-like face said coldly, looking down at Su Qinian, who was covered in dust and with bruises in the corners of his eyes, finally shook his sleeves, turned and left.

Another half stick of incense.

With difficulty, he lit the oil lamp, fiddled with the brazier, and added a few pieces of low-quality charcoal. Su Qinian was pale, panting heavily, and slumped on the bed. After ten breaths, he recited "Tai Chi Song" silently, barely gathering a little energy, and meditated.

……

Goo!

It took less than a stick of incense for Su Qinian to wake up again. Although his face was not as pale as before, he still hadn't fully recovered. It took less than a stick of incense for him to enter meditation. Already exhausted and hungry, if he continued to enter the samadhi, what he would consume would be the energy and blood of his body, so he chose to wake up from the samadhi.

Taking ten deep breaths in a row, Su Qinian looked at the front of the bed. His own medicine basket was already full, no more, no less.

In the past half an hour, all the followers of the owner of the nine thatched huts on the shore have come, and they have used the soul-stimulating technique to outline the illusion. Su Qinian has almost exhausted all his mental power. After picking up his own medicine basket, he didn't stop, but continued to intercept a little, and handed it to the next person who came to pay tribute.

Of course, he didn't bear the humiliation all the time. In the end, he emptied the medicine basket, was beaten up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, to maintain the smallest opening.

At the same time, Su Qinian also found that those who came to harvest the fruit came down from the second thatched hut facing the water in an orderly manner. Obviously, there was a tacit understanding between the nine thatched huts, or There are hidden rules among the probationary death row prisoners in Xiaoyao Valley.

"Is the distribution determined by strength?"

In the end, Su Qinian regained his composure. He completely understood that the principles of sages and sages would not work here.

After another full hour, until the bright moon approached the sky, the lights in many thatched huts on the shore were almost extinguished, and most of the probation prisoners rested in peace, or entered into meditation.

After a little hesitation, Su Qinian got up and got out of bed. He grabbed the medicine basket and walked out of the thatched hut, his mental power enveloped his whole body. After a while, he came to the only bamboo building in Xiaoyao Valley. (Seek daily recommendation tickets to hit the list, please collect!)

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