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It's the fourth day of the exam, and since the results won't be released until a week away, all the students are free as soon as the exam is over. These three days are the most relaxed three days that Qin Chong has lived, except for occasionally going to the streets, just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, it is really exhausting and too tired in the examination room for a few days.

Qin Chong moved his whole body, feeling the majestic energy contained in his whole body, Qin Chong clenched his fists and said to himself: "I think you are impatient to wait, it's time to uncover the truth!"

Qin Zhong went out to buy some sacrificial items, and after lunch, he came out of the school and walked silently towards the old house.

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The old house of the Qin family is located in the manor on the outskirts of the city, the surroundings are very desolate, the manor is overgrown with weeds, due to the middle of the family road, no one has taken care of it for many years, it is very dilapidated from the outside, even in the daytime, it also looks gloomy and gloomy. The land has been sold to the ancestors, and the generation of Qin Chong's parents is even more sunset, and it is fortunate that the ancestral house will not fall into the hands of outsiders outside the two acres of thin fields, and the uncle left home to become a soldier when he was also saved the idea of revitalizing the family.

Pushing open the door of the old house, a slight musty smell came to his face, reflexively closed the door, through the small courtyard full of fallen leaves, Qin Chong came to the hall, the highest place on the front is enshrined in the spiritual position of the ancestors and ancestors, and the spiritual position of parents and uncles is enshrined below, Qin Chong stopped in front of the mourning hall for a long time, then put on the sacrifice, lit a pair of huge butter candles, picked up the three pillars of sandalwood and lit it, respectfully knelt down in a piece of silk, and knocked three rings.

The small courtyard of the Qin family is located in a remote area, and there is silence all around the courtyard, only the rustle of the leaves blown away by the wind outside the courtyard and the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick bursting, and he sat silently for a long time, burned some money paper and dark coins, and waited until the butter candle burned out before getting up and walking to the inner room.

The place where he went was where his uncle usually lived.

Before entering the house, he turned back again and looked at the silent courtyard for a while, the afternoon sun shone on the big tree outside the house, and the oblique shadow of the tree was reflected behind him, everything was so monotonous and undisturbed, after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he shook his head, this is his own home, how did he act like a thief, then he opened the door and walked in.

My uncle's living room was very simple, with a hard and heavy ironwood bed and two matching chairs, and in the middle of the bed was a quilt of coarse linen fabric folded like tofu blocks.

Although his uncle was a disabled retired military officer before his death, and the Holy Court and the imperial court had a monthly subsidy sufficient for ordinary people to have food and clothing without worry, in order to make Qin Chong get ahead in the future, except for the clothes that the family never cared about, he usually gave Qin Chong the best treatment in cultivation and study, and his uncle spent all the money on Qin Chong's body, and he lived a very hard life.

Every thing and placement in this room Qin Chong could clearly distinguish it with his eyes closed. Seeing things and thinking about people, Qin Chong stroked the edge of the bed with his heavy hand, and for a while, uncontrollable tears flowed down.

After a long time, he stopped his tears and let out a long sigh. Muttering something to the west, the black cloth that had been hidden from the window had just struck the hour, about a quarter past three o'clock in the afternoon, when the autumn sun shone through a hole in the window, and a bright spot of light hit one of the floor tiles in the house.

Qin Zhong squatted down, took out a thin-bladed sharp knife from his body, inserted it along the gap in the brick, and pried out the brick after a while, at this time, a waterproof paper bag pressed under the floor tile was revealed, he pinched the paper bag with his hand, his face showed a hint of sadness, and said to himself: "Uncle, according to your last words, if you fail the list, take this thing out, my nephew knows that he did not do well in the exam this time, and he has no hope, so he can only put hope on your side." The secret method is really solved, and it is really here!"

"Qin Mingwu really has a back hand!" At the same time, a cold and shrill voice suddenly sounded in the empty room, like the hissing sound of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, as if a poisonous snake was lying dormant in the backbone, making people feel cold from their backs to their hearts in an instant.

"Who, who...... Who's talking!" Qin Dazhong was shocked, involuntarily took a step back, his voice was trembling, and the sharp knife in his right hand fell to the ground in fright, but his left hand was not slow, he hurriedly stuffed the oiled paper bag into his arms, and at the same time, he was about to run out of the door, but his feet had just taken a step, as if he had been immobilized by someone, holding the oiled paper bag that had just been raised to his chest, standing there stiffly and motionless, with a desperate look in his eyes.

A short sword shining with cold light against his Adam's apple, it was trembling gently, the short sword was as thin as paper, it was as cold as ice, and the cold hairs stood up one after another where it touched, as long as a little force was added, it was the end of the throat being cut and killed. Qin Chong's face turned pale, after all, he was just a child under the age of fourteen, and he was able to face it calmly in the face of life and death, and he was not so frightened that he cried out loud, and his psychological quality was already very strong.

At this time, the end of the short sword revealed the palm held on the hilt of the sword, then the arm, and finally the body and appearance, like an onion peeling off the skin layer by layer, showing the true face layer by layer, a tall thin man with a gray dress and a mask appeared in front of Qin Chong, Hao Ran was a rare shadow killer among assassins, no wonder Qin Chong was tightly embellished before, and there was no sound at all.

"You, what do you want to do, robbing the students of a prestigious school is a big crime, not to mention that I am still a soldier!" Qin Chong regained some composure at this time, and began to use stammering organizational language to try to save himself.

"Bah! Don't tell me anything about the famous school here, with your qualifications, you also want to be admitted to the famous school of the three religions? The toad wants to eat swan fart! It should have come back and taken out the things!"

At this time, the oil paper bag in Qin Chong's hand had been snatched away by his hand, although the person who came was constantly mocking in his mouth, and he was very excited, but the short sword in his hand did not tremble at all, and it was firmly against Qin Chong's Adam's apple, obviously a veteran in this industry.

"This master, do you recognize the wrong person, I am the first person in this big test, the three sects" When he said this, Qin Chong's expression was completely relaxed, but there was a faint indescribable edge flickering.

"Hahahaha, the joke is good, it actually made me laugh. Unless Lao Tzu is blind, he can't recognize you, a bean who has been famous since childhood!" The gray-clothed masked man was obviously surprised that Qin Chong's psychology adjusted so quickly, and he was talking with a smile, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious, I believe that if it wasn't for the authenticity of the things in his hand, he would have ended Qin Chong's life with a sword early in the morning, so why bother with him!

With a shake of his hand, the ropes tied to the oil-paper bag were broken, and a book and two pitch-black egg-shaped objects came into view. On the cover of the book was written "Secret Law True Solution", this word he recognized, what he didn't recognize were the two pitch-black eggs, black, like two iron eggs, the true qi swept through, without any mana fluctuations, not like a cultivation thing, but like a mortal thing.

It's just that since it was wrapped so tightly, there must be a chance that it was some kind of elixir that Qin Mingwu left to his nephew, but fortunately, there were also a few small words written on it, that is, it was a little small, and he stared wide and tried to identify it. It took me a long time to recognize one of them that looked like a "glitter egg" written on it, what an egg, is there such a pet egg? How come I've never heard of it?

At this time, Qin Chong's unhurried voice came from his ears: "Since you admit that you are blind, then, as you wish, this thing still has a name, called 'Blinding Bullet'!"

Before the words fell, a flash of light bloomed in this dark room, and it was as bright as the sun in the sky in an instant, and the gray-clothed masked man only felt that it was all blazing white from his eyes to his heart, and its dazzling bright light was so strong that it was dizzying, and the gray-clothed masked man's brain was blank for a moment. The oiled paper bag also fell to the ground!

Qin Zhong took a step back, a short body, and the person had already crawled to the side of the big bed.

It's not good, it's a trick.

The gray-clothed masked man was experienced in a hundred battles, and he did not panic, but immediately did not retreat after the momentary discomfort, but from the touch on the tip of the sword, he had already judged that Qin Chong had been out of control, but in this moment, the double energy ran there, and at the moment the sword was like the wind, and the sword light was everywhere, and the two chairs in front of him turned into debris and flew around.

Although he couldn't see it, the living room was not big after all, and the gray-clothed masked man only relied on his previous memories to attack all the places in the house in three moves, he hated Qin Zhong very much at this time, and he didn't want to leave anything alive, and he no longer left his hand when he took out the sword, and there was a foot-long sword on the tip of the sword.

Wherever the sword passed, it was like a rotten object, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sharp sword marks crisscrossed the wall and the ground in front of him. The terrifying thing is that there is no broken mud falling from the sword marks, and its sharpness can really be described as sharpening iron like mud, which is shocking!

The sword light is like a golden snake dancing wildly, and the gray-clothed masked man is actually a monk who has practiced qi at the fifth level, and his resistance to this low-end damage is abnormally high, and under the crazy luck of true qi, the discomfort in his eyes has gradually disappeared, and he is even more furious in his heart, and he actually capsized in the gutter, letting a child play tricks! At this time, the shadow in front of him was enough to see something vaguely, and Qin Chong behind the side of the big bed naturally couldn't escape his induction, and immediately used his true qi, and the sword was long, and he slashed viciously.

Seeing that the second sword was already sweeping towards Qin Chong, the sword was approaching less than two feet in front of him, but Qin Chong only had a cold expression in his eyes, and he covered his ears with his hands very strangely, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth wide.

Isn't this a standard battlefield action to avoid the shock wave of the hedron heavy artillery, the gray-clothed masked man's heart sank, and a loud bang burst out from the oil-paper bag that fell from the back of the gray-clothed masked man like a thunderbolt in the small space.

Damn, it's another iron egg, exactly the same as the previous one, obviously without any mana fluctuations, but it has a powerful lethality, is this still a mortal thing that is not usually eye-catching?

Of course, the gray-clothed masked man who had not studied physics and chemistry did not understand that all things in this world must have their own uses, and that even a piece of toilet paper has its own use, and when sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter are mixed together in a certain proportion, everything that is originally a mortal thing has an extraordinary quality!