Chapter 78

Underground. Magma lake. Blackstone.

Qin Yu takes a long breath and opens his eyes. He doesn't have a sharp shot or a powerful momentum. He sat there, quiet, as if with the black stone under him, with his space, integration.

It's a wonderful feeling, which can't be explained until he stretches his waist and his spine crackles. It's like walking out of an ancient landscape scroll and returning to the world with flesh and blood.

The eighth furnace converges all the light, the red furnace body dims down, and it comes unsteadily.

Qin Huan blinked. His mind was at a loss. He didn't respond for a moment.

The eighth furnace of rage, magma Lake immediately rolling, the smell of fire.

Qin Huan was stunned, and then he got back to his mind, but he said, "I will keep my promise, but you are sure to face lihuoding with this weak posture?"

The eighth furnace made an answer with action, turned around and rushed into the magma lake. The threatening gesture when he left seemed to warn Qin Huan not to play tricks. He couldn't wait to see.

Qin Huan shook his head and looked at the lava lake, with a smile on his lips.

This dream lasted for 16 days. He lived 16 lives in the dream. Although it was not his own experience, some places were gradually blurred, but a trace of soul returned to the body, which still had a profound impact on him. On the surface, Qin Huan had no change. His breath was the same as before, but his temperament was warm, mellow and many, like dusty wine and millennium jade.

This is the gift of the baptism of time. Qin Yuyuan can't achieve this, but he also has this kind of time trace through the world in his dream. Of course, this is not the point. The key to a dream is to experience the influence and tempering of the heart and nature of the years, but also the experience in the dream of learning all kinds of Dandao.

No one can become a real Dandao master through a dream, but Qin Huan already has this kind of inside information, or inheritance. When his alchemy strength is reached, he can naturally unseal and obtain the corresponding alchemy strength.

Wang daoren's lifelong learning has laid a solid foundation, and the eighth furnace of inheritance has accumulated profound information. In less than a month, only Dandao is on its way. Qin Huan can be called a carp dragon. These gifts will be turned into powerful help in the future, which will make him go further and more firm in the way of cultivation.

So far, Zhao Xiangu and his party have had many accidents, which eventually evolved to the present time and today, which taught Qin Huan a very vivid lesson. The plan can never be changed, and there are many opportunities and opportunities hidden in the changes.

Of course, Zhao Xiangu recognized the cheap elder martial brother and made all these things. Although they were closely related to the remains of cangmangzi, they were also good luck. But no one in the world can be lucky all the time. Maybe in the next unexpected change, there is a deadly danger.

Qin Huan closed his eyes, didn't practice and didn't understand. He just thought quietly about what he had done recently. If there was any difference, he would make mistakes.

Because the dream of 16 days, experienced 16 lives, he learned more than Dan Dao.

1、 Be careful.

2、 There is no free lunch in the world.

……

Xu'ao and fanjianghai were suppressed, Qin Huan accepted the inheritance and closed the door, and Zhao Xiangu's sharp conflict gradually subsided. But in the dark, the conflict between Zhao's disciples and appearance's disciples has not stopped for a moment. Almost every day, various stories are staged.

Today, the protagonist of this little story comes from a small Xiuzhen family in southern China. Although he has some talent for alchemy, he has no root and no foundation in Zhaoxian Valley and belongs to the most marginal little man.

Zhao Shoucheng is thirty-six years old and has not low qualification. However, because of her surname Zhao, there is another senior Jindan old lady who is supported to be a manager of the selection department. It's not a high-level and high-weight job, but it's also in charge of dozens of people, big and small. It's a good job to have a quiet routine.

Zhao Shoucheng, one of the dozens of subordinates, was very unhappy, not because he was not deferential, not because he didn't do everything wholeheartedly, only because he fell on Zhao Shoucheng's face in a competition of internal Dandao in the selection department.

Zhao Xiangu inherits the Dharma of Dandao from the Danli school. For the first time, he pays attention to the cultivation of Dandao. How can he serve the public if his management level is not as good as that of his servant? Although no one said much afterwards, Zhao Shoucheng held a grudge. It's a common practice to scold frequently. It's not uncommon to find a punishment from the head.

The little guy is willing to go against the rules, but somehow, as time goes by, Zhao Shoucheng sees him getting more and more upset. Fortunately, there is a chance. The conflict in the valley is becoming more and more serious. Maybe he has the heart of vigilance. In this period of time, the little man has done everything without any fault, so that he can't get an excuse to start.

However, Zhao Shoucheng uses some measures to guide him into the urn.

It's easy to plant.

The lingcao that a few small people can touch, even if it is not precious, can also be flogged according to the regulations of Zhao Xiangu.

Thirty whips will not kill.

However, there is no arrangement.

Zhao Shoucheng's son relies on his mother. His self-cultivation and alchemy are both mediocre, but he speaks with some strength. He is very simple and ready. The punisher will be Zhao Xiangu's oldest member of the punishing hall. No one can see the abnormality with thirty lashes, but he can kill people!

Stealing is a kind of evil. We will set an example with justice. At a critical moment when Zhao's children and other surnamed disciples were in conflict and hostile to each other, the punishment attracted a lot of attention. A big figure in the punishment hall made a speech and arranged the place of execution in Qixia platform. Although it is not the core area in the valley, it is connected to all traffic hubs.Moreover, it is very close to the eighth furnace.

Naturally, the great man in the criminal hall, surnamed Zhao.

"Time to bring Zeng Zhongxiu!" The voice of the monks in the penalty hall is very cold, and there is a cold Yin which is direct to the heart and spirit.

Zhao Shoucheng's mouth is slightly cocked. He has swept many figures under the stage and is excited to show off. Today, he may be able to become one of the tough representatives of the younger generation to resist the disciples of other surnames and gain the attention of the elders.

And the price, just a Zeng Zhongxiu!

With shackles, Zeng Zhongxiu, who was pushed to Qixia platform, had little change with the original, but only clenched his fist and blood in his eyes, showing anger and sorrow. He didn't argue about anything, because what should be said was said in the torture hall, and he was still sent here, which means everything.

He was pressed to the stone pier, bound by his hands and feet, and came with a whip in his hand. He saw Zeng Zhongxiu's face from afar, with a ferocity on his lips.

Pa -

pa -

the whips spread far away, and the skin and flesh burst in an instant, the blood flowed out of the robe dyed red, and dropped to the ground. Zeng Zhongxiu stared and struggled, he felt the death breath from the whip. He didn't want to die, not only for fear, but also for the hope of the whole family now! But it was in vain. The whip was still falling, the body became numb and the consciousness began to sink.

Is it going to die? In Dongliu Town, the master gave Dan to change his fate. He was doomed to die. But I'm not willing to die like this! Zeng Zhongxiu tries to stare, looks up to the sky, whips the shadow, and will tear his face to pieces in the next moment.

Pa -

the whip didn't fall down, and flew back faster. When it was pulled on the hand face of the punishment hall, the scarred face was all ragged and fell to the ground screaming. In front of him, the light dimmed, and a figure appeared. Zeng Zhongxiu's subconscious eyes widened, and his mouth turned into a wry smile.

Qin Yuzhen breaks the shackles and helps him to sit down. "When Qin is invited, brother Zeng seems unable to entertain him."

Zeng Zhongxiu coughs and struggles to salute. "Thank you for your help!"

Qin Huan stopped bleeding for him, and said lightly, "only the invited friends, the adults who come here."

It seems that the spirit of the soul shakes. Until now, the friars of the torture hall roar angrily, "Whoever dares to destroy the punishment and hurt me, take it down!"

Qin Huan stopped. "You rest first, and wait for me to take care of them." Turn around and look at the monk who rushed to the punishment hall. He looks indifferent.

"Stop!" In a low drink, a golden elixir appeared, with a gloomy face. He gnawed his teeth and arched his hand. "See you, martial uncle."

Little martial uncle

Today, only one of Zhao Xiangu has this title.

Wow -

qixiatai WOW!

Countless hot-blooded Zhao's children, eyes cold down, gnashing teeth. In the eyes of disciples with other surnames, they mostly show a little worship.

Zhao she stood up straight and served as the deputy of the punishment hall for many years. Her whole body was full of evil spirit. Her eyes were cold and few people dared to look at her. "Little martial uncle, although you are respected in your identity, the punishment in the valley was set up by ancestors of all ages. What you do today is to provoke the punishment hall? Or disrespect to my ancestors of Zhao Xiangu? "

The hat button is very big. It's very fierce. Obviously, I'm not good at it!

Qin Huan looked calm. "Who are you?"

"Deputy of Xing Tang, Zhao shoot!"

"Can't you see from your accomplishments that he is going to be killed?"

Zhao shot his face expressionless. "He's not dead yet."

This can't go on.

Qin Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't care about it. "I'll take him away."

Zhao Jie's eyes were cold and bright. "Little martial uncle has a noble status and natural privilege. As long as there is no objection today, you can take him away."

"What if there is opposition?"

"Simple!" Zhao shot raised his hand and pointed, "then please press down all the opponents!"

Qin Huan is silent.

Zhao shoots at the corners of his mouth, refuses to give him a chance to speak, turns around and shouts, "do you have any objections?"

Zhao Shoucheng's eyes brightened.

He knew that his mother hated Qin Huan deeply. If she could fall on her face today, she would win her mother's favor. And the most important thing is that everyone knows that Qin Huan is respected by generations, but he only has four layers of foundation, which is very common. As for the eighth heat If Qin Huan summoned the power of the furnace on Qixia platform, Zhao's elders would never stand by!

This is a good opportunity for Zhao he!

"My nephew is against it!" After a burst, Zhao Shoucheng said, "I, Zhao Xiangu, have passed on for thousands of years. How can I waste the rules because of one person. Little martial uncle, if you want to take Zeng Zhongxiu away, please pass me first! "

Exhale -

the eight layers of the foundation are broken.

A brief silence, suddenly broken by the exhale.

"Brother Shoucheng is good!"

"I'm a man of Zhao's blood!"

"If we want to break the rules, we must have enough strength to oppress people in different generations. It will only make people laugh!"

The disciples of other surnames were all worried and scolded Zhao Shoucheng shamelessly. However, the matter has been in a dilemma. I'm afraid that no matter how to choose, Qin Xiaoshi's uncle will have no face.