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Chapter 1117 Give You Another Chance

Zeng Yunfeng continued: "Don't you think about Zhou Zhiruo at all?"

When Song Qingshu heard Zeng Yunfeng's words, Song Qingshu's eyes glowed brightly. If he said no, it would be a lie. The reason why he left Wudang and the series of encounters he had had all had something to do with Zhou Zhiruo.

"At the beginning, I was the fourth generation disciple of Wudang. I was full of martial arts and had great prospects. Unfortunately, I have nothing now."

"Zhang Wuji is the leader of Mingjiao, he will be the emperor in the future, and Zhou Zhiruo will be the empress in the future, but what can I give her!"

"I don't have the Great Teleportation of the Universe, nor the Nine Suns Divine Art, nor the Ming Cult's subordinates. Even my father doesn't want me anymore. What can I do? I can't do anything, ha ha!" Song Qingshu smiled lightly, speaking He spoke very indifferently, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, he was like a feather fluttering down between the sky and the earth, swaying with the wind, no one cared about everything about him.

"If I could let you start all over again! Let you return to Zhou Zhiruo's side!"

He shook his body slightly, sat up slowly and said, "Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"There are all kinds of martial arts in the world, but you only know that Zhang Wuji has the great teleportation of the universe and the magical art of nine suns, but you don't know that there are more martial arts in the world, and you don't know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

"However, there is one thing I have to remind you. If you really want to start all over again, you have to endure hardships in order to be the best. This opportunity depends on whether you can grasp it!"

Shucheng, lock Longjing.

Looking at the mouth of the dark well, and the stele erected at the mouth of the well, how could Song Qingshu not know where this is? The blue light on the stele at the mouth of the well shows that this is the forbidden place of the Shucheng Beggar Gang - Suolongjing
Zeng Yunfeng looked at the well, raised his chin and said to Song Qingshu, "Your transformation begins here."

Song Qingshu hesitated, looked at Zeng Yunfeng and then at Suolongjing.

Zeng Yunfeng frowned and said, "What are you looking at? Go down!"

Song Qingshu hesitated even more, "You let me go down?"

"Of course, I've said it all. You can only be a master if you endure hardships. Now you want to retreat again. Think about it, you have no way out now."

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Okay, I'll trust you once!" As he spoke, Song Qingshu jumped and fell into Suolongjing.

"Ah~~~~~~~!" Song Qingshu yelled like killing a pig.

The spider next to him frowned, turned his head to look at Zeng Yunfeng and asked, "Master, isn't there a spiral ladder next to it? Why does he want to jump down?"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at Zhu'er, "This kind of person can't turn his head around, jumping is more suitable for him! The medicine also dissipates quickly, although it will hurt a little!"

The spider shuddered, it didn't hurt a little!
"Ah~~~~!"

Song Qingshu fell from the Suolongjing, feeling that the well was bottomless, but just as he thought so, he suddenly fell into the pond with a bang, and Song Qingshu felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart , The moment he fell into the water, he seemed to have fallen from a cliff to the ground, and his bones were torn apart.He only felt that his body was sore and tingling.

At this time, he suddenly saw a sharp light falling from the mouth of the well, followed by a voice, "Song Qingshu, I have already passed on the formulas of this set of martial arts to you. Whether you can survive is up to you. This sword is your only reliance, I will come to pick you up after thirty days, if you are not dead, it will be the day of success, if you die, no one will know."

The sound came from the mouth of the well, Song Qingshu desperately swam towards the sharp light, and after a while a sword fell into Song Qingshu's hands.

At this moment, Song Qingshu felt an undercurrent surging in the water waves, and an inexplicable thing rushed towards him from the water. Song Qingshu hurriedly grabbed his sword and swam to another land in the pool. He knew he couldn't stay in this water for too long. Long.

There is an aura that frightens him here, and that aura is approaching him step by step.

The spider at the mouth of the well hesitated for a while and asked, "Isn't the rudder too cruel to him?"

Zeng Yunfeng glanced at Zhu'er and said: "Nine out of ten disciples from the Blood Refining Hall come here. Besides, those big pythons dare not come here to lock the mouth of the Longjing Well. They are all grandchildren. It doesn't matter!"

"The reason why Locking Longjing has become a taboo place for the beggar gang is probably the same. If he can survive, it means that he has accomplished his skills. If he can't survive, as I said just now, it is actually more important for him to live." Pain, this life means too much to him."

"Besides, have you ever seen a person who has been locked in Longjing and still doesn't want to live! I'm saving him!"

"Cut!" Spider curled her lips as she watched Zeng Yunfeng leave, she didn't believe it.

One month later, Shu Cheng, still in that corner, was still that beggar, leaning in the corner alone, looking up at the sunshine in the sky, at this moment he felt that life was so beautiful, it was so good to be alive!

If you don't experience life and death, how can you feel that there are too many beautiful things in the world that you haven't taken into account?
People are like this, no one can really give up his life, but he doesn't feel the value of his life.

Those who want to die will eventually want to live one day, and those who want to live cannot escape death after all. Life is impermanent, and no one can judge right from wrong.

On the other side, the Shucheng Beggar Gang.

Du Juntai stepped forward and said, "Master, the ocean-going fleet has fulfilled its mission."

"Oh, so the matter of the Persian Mingjiao General Forum has been resolved."

Du Juntai nodded.

"Okay, well done, the ransom has been received!"

"Report to the helmsman, I have already got it."

"What about the boat, and the people?"

"I've already got them all. Besides, Dai Qisi is already on her way, the helmsman."

"Okay, you all cooperate with Dai Qisi to open up the sea passage to Persia as soon as possible."

The fleet of the Persian Mingjiao General Altar sailed for several months and finally arrived in the Central Plains, but what greeted them was not the kind of good thing they thought, but another surprise attack.

Facing the beggar gang's sailors with strong boats and powerful guns, these sailors from the Persian Mingjiao General Altar were defeated, and the new King of Treasure Trees also became a coal miner.

"You can't treat me like this, you can't treat me like this, I am the treasure tree king of the Mingjiao Persian general altar, the treasure tree king."

"This yellow-haired ghost, what are you talking about! It's blah!" A Beggar Sect disciple frowned.

"How do I know, these hairy ghosts know how to mourn!"

"Be patient, go hungry for two meals first, and you won't be able to howl after two days!"

Although Baoshu King's cry was miserable, everyone in the Beggar Clan ignored him. Instead, they planned to surprise him with a friendly gift.

From the moment the mine door was locked, they were basically isolated from the outside world.

King Baoshu looked at the other miners in the coal mine who were so dark that they could no longer see anyone. King Baoshu felt cold in his heart. He knew that he should not have come to the Central Plains.

This place is clearly like the Great Desolate Continent, and it doesn't make sense at all. Originally, I was under one person and above ten thousand people in the Persian Mingjiao General Altar, but now?Hey, thinking of this, King Baoshu sighed.

On the other side, King Changsheng, King Wisdom and King Pingping, whose face was dark, with black mud between their fingers, and who were too thin, also sighed.

They still don't know how many treasure tree kings from the Persian Mingjiao General Altar will fall into the hands of the beggar gang, and countless people will join them.

These people are like slaves, working here as miners all day long without seeing the light of day.

But Zeng Yunfeng would not have the slightest sympathy for them. The establishment of a new order in a dynasty must have the blood and sweat of countless people, and these people may be his subordinates, and they may be another group of people.

But someone has to shed blood and sweat, of course Zeng Yunfeng will not pity them, they are just a group of captives, in order to feed this group of captives, of course they have to work to support themselves.

Zeng Yunfeng will not raise them for nothing.

As for the ransom, I'm sorry, the new treasure tree kings didn't pay the ransom as soon as they came up. Zeng Yunfeng wouldn't mind sending these treasure tree kings back if he had a good discussion with the beggar gang, but when they first came, they used force directly. Naturally, Zeng Yunfeng swallowed them unceremoniously, and the ransom money naturally became spoils of war, so there was no ransom money to speak of.

Similarly, another distress letter was sent back to the Persian Mingjiao, which was waiting for another treasure tree king to come to the Middle Earth.

Of course, if Dai Qisi goes well and controls the Persian Ming Cult, maybe these treasure tree kings will see the light of day again.

Of course, this time will be very long, maybe two or three years, maybe six or seven years are not sure.

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