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Time flies, three years have passed in a blink of an eye, Gu Qing has grown from an eleven-year-old boy to a fourteen-year-old boy, he has grown a lot taller, and the childishness on his face has completely dissipated. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

During these three years, Gu Qing stayed at home and recited the Poisonous Herb Sutra every day. He is gifted and intelligent, and he has the ability to never forget, and it only took him a year to ripen the thick poisonous weeds on his back. In order not to show flaws, he still pretended to recite the Poisonous Herbs Sutra every day, never stopping.

Whenever the old man left, Gu Qing would drop the Poisonous Herb Sutra and flip through the group books. Of the dozen or so books that the old man took him, it only took him a month to read them, and he couldn't be more ripe.

In the past two years, Gu Qing has read thousands of ancient books in the house. Today's ancient Qing Dynasty can be described by the words "erudite and knowledgeable". The only regret is that there are very few records of Dan Xiu and Poison Refiner in the books. This made Gu Qing very depressed.

In the past three years, the old man's health has deteriorated, at first he only coughed lightly a few times, and gradually vomited blood, and now he is sick in bed and cannot move.

At first, the old man assessed Gu Qing's endorsement every day, but later due to physical reasons, he was unable to do it, and Gu Qing's performance was very good, so he completely put his mind at ease.

The white old man has been deeply poisoned, and the blood he spits out is inky black, before he died, he called Gu Qing to the bedside, and said reluctantly: "Xiao Qi, Dad will not be there in the future, you have to learn to take care of yourself!"

Gu Qing looked at the tired old man and wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and he didn't say anything. If the truth were told to him now, he would despair.

"Dad, take care of your body!" After being silent for a long time, Gu Qing began to say, and the cordiality in his words was very strong. Duan He's father didn't have long to live, so he just didn't tell him the truth.

The white old man smiled slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and said to Gu Qing: "Xiao Qi, come here, Daddy still has something to say to you!"

Gu Qing walked to the bed without hesitation, wanting to hear what the old man still had unfulfilled wishes.

The cold light flashed, and the white old man stabbed Gu Qing in the chest with a sharp blade.

Gu Qing was taken aback, he didn't expect the old man to hide a knife in his smile and kill himself with his last strength. Looks like the old guy has seen something.

Gu Qing turned to one side and skillfully dodged the fatal blow, but because all this came too suddenly, his left arm was still cut by the knife with a bloody mark.

The white old man missed the key point with a blow, and wanted to swing the knife and stab again, but the blade was just halfway through, and his body was exhausted, and the knife fell to the ground with a whirl.

Ahem

The white old man spat out two mouthfuls of black blood, staring at Gu Qingdao with hatred: "You are not my Xiaoqi! Who are you?"

Gu Qing sneered and turned around to leave. With the physical condition of the white old man at this time, he can't live for an hour.

The white old man stared at Gu Qing's back and was furious, holding his tired body to pick up the sharp blade on the ground and rush towards Gu Qing.

Gu Qing snorted coldly, turned around quickly, grabbed the wrist of the white old man, and made him unable to move.

Gu Qing exerted force in his hand, and the sharp blade in the white old man's hand flew out of his hand.

Gu Qing grabbed the collar of the white old man and said coldly: "Old thing, don't give you a shame!"

The white old man opened his mouth and bit Gu Qing's body, the blood from the bite flowed, and he said hatefully: "Give me back what is in your body!"

Gu Qing's chest hurt, and he gently threw the white old man's body out with a slight force in his hand.

The white old man's body slammed into the ground, and black blood spurted out.

"Give it back to me! Give it back!"

A heart-rending voice rang out in the hut.

Gu Qing looked at the row of tooth marks on his chest, was furious, pointed at the white old man and shouted: "Old thing, to tell you the truth, your son Duan He died a long time ago, three years ago!

As soon as the words fell, he put his hands flat on his chest and flicked his ten fingers in succession, like playing a pipa.

The black light flashed, and ten black insects appeared on Gu Qing's shoulders. The insects are the size of each mosquito, and if it weren't for the black light shining on their bodies, they would not be easy to find.

"Black Rock Gu!" the white old man looked at the ten black insects and exclaimed slightly.

The ruthlessness in Gu Qing's eyes flashed, and with a flick of his ten fingers, ten Gu insects jumped onto the white old man with a swish, and the black light flashed, submerged into his body and disappeared.

Ahhh

The white old man screamed miserably, his body kept rolling on the ground, black blood flowed a piece, and after exhaustion, he stared at the beads of anger in his eyes.

The Black Rock Gu was a kind of Gu worm that Gu Qing saw from the "Gu Cultivation Canon", he felt interesting, so he raised it according to the method, who knew that he really raised more than a dozen of them. The Black Rock Gu was a Gu worm that did not enter the stream, and it was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from those real Gu worms, but it was more than enough to kill an old guy who had been deeply poisoned.

The corpse of the old man suddenly burst into flames, and the purple flames rolled away, and the corpse slowly turned into ashes.

Gu Qing smacked his tongue and said, "What kind of poison did this old guy have? Why is he so perverted!"

The smell in the house was very unpleasant, Gu Qing covered his nose and wanted to leave, just walked out two steps, and retreated.

"Old fellow, there must be a treasure here!" Gu Qing stood in the room and looked around.

He walked slowly to the bed, and turned up the pillow, and under the two pillows, one was empty, and the other was indeed two letters. Looking at the handwriting on the envelope, it should have been written recently.

Gu Qing opened the letter curiously, one of them was actually written to him by the old guy, to be precise, it was written to Duan He, and the general meaning of the letter was: Let Duan He take the token and go to the Xu family.

The Xu family in the letter is actually Duan He's grandfather's house, that is, his mother's home.

Although the number of words in this letter is not much, there are still a lot of things to explain. In the letter, the old man also warned Duan He: Don't let people discover the secrets in your body.

It seems that when the old guy wrote this letter, he hadn't found out that Gu Qing was a fake Duan He. Gu Qing sneered and threw away the letter in his hand.

The other letter was written by the old man to the head of the Xu family, that is, Duan He's grandfather Xu Xiangyun. The letter is written very modestly, as a junior, and is signed by Duan Jinzheng. There is also a cyan jade pendant in the envelope, which must be the so-called token.

Gu Qing put away the letter and tapped the bed casually, and a crisp voice sounded, just as he expected, there was indeed something under the bed. He pulled all the bedding off the bed, and the bed board was smooth and bright, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Gu Qing naturally didn't believe that the bed board was so ordinary, he bent down and searched around the bed several times, and finally found the entrance in a corner.

Gently pressed the mechanism, with a roar, the stone bed instantly split into two halves, and a half-zhang wide stone door appeared, through which the stone stairs could be vaguely seen.

Gu Qing was overjoyed and walked into the stone room without any hesitation. He guessed: this underground secret room is most likely a place for the old guy to hide his treasures, and there should be no danger.

Along the stone stairs, Gu Qing walked to the end of the underground secret room, the whole secret room is about forty square meters, there are many shelves horizontally and vertically, and many things are placed on the shelves layer by layer, because the light is too dim, it is impossible to see what the specific thing is.

Gu Qing found the firearm at the door and lit the five oil lamps in the secret room. In an instant, the entire chamber was like daylight.

There were seven wooden frames in the secret room, and Gu Qing came to the first wooden frame, which had three layers and was full of scrolls. Picked up a scroll casually and opened it, the four big characters "Black Evil Poison Body" came into view, and after turning it over a few times, he felt very bored, he closed the scroll and put it back in its place.

The dust on the shelf was very thick, as if it had never been cleaned, Gu Qing curiously picked up a pale green scroll and opened it, this scroll recorded a technique called "Mixed Yuan Poison Body".

Putting down the scroll, Gu Qing walked to the second wooden frame, on which there were also all kinds of scrolls, and after opening one at random, it was still about the practice of poison body.

After looking at the two wooden shelves one after another, the wooden shelves on the third floor still had various scrolls, Gu Qing felt a little disappointed, and walked directly to the fifth wooden frame.

The wooden frame is not large, much smaller than the previous four, but it is also much more delicate, with only one layer, and there is no dust on it. The main thing that makes this wooden frame extraordinary is that it holds only one thing, a small gray bag the size of a palm.

With the help of the light, Gu Qing read the words engraved on both sides of the wooden frame: there is the sun and moon in the pot, and there is the Qiankun in the bag.

Gu Qing naturally didn't understand the meaning of these eight words, so he picked up the small bag casually and looked at it a few times, no matter how he looked at it, it was an ordinary small bag, and there was nothing magical about it.

Carefully put his finger into the bag, his ears roared, and his eyes lit up, and Gu Qing's consciousness came to a strange space, the whole space was twenty square meters, and it was empty.

Retracting his consciousness, Gu Qing returned to the secret room, he looked at the small bag and was overjoyed, it turned out that this small bag was the Qiankun bag. With this stuff, it will save you a lot of trouble in the future.

He took the bag into his arms and walked to the next wooden shelf. This wooden frame is the same as the previous one, and there is only one layer, and only one thing is placed in the entire wooden frame, a palm-sized cyan small ding.

The whole body of the small tripod is cyan, cylindrical, the outside of the tripod is carved with delicate patterns, the whole small tripod is very simple from the appearance, like a cultural relic.

Gu Qing habitually swept to both sides of the wooden frame, and sure enough, there was a text: cold ice cannot break the flowing water, and dead wood can also meet spring again.

Looking up, there are four words above the wooden frame, which are engraved with "Dead Wood King Ding".

Curious, Gu Qing wanted to pick up the so-called Deadwood Wang Ding with one hand, but when the time came to blush, he couldn't pick it up. He was slightly startled, used his hands, and the place where he started was cold, and after wasting the "power of nine cows and two tigers", he reluctantly moved this small ding.

"What is this, why is it so heavy?" Gu Qing cried bitterly. As soon as he let go of his hands, he wanted to put Qingding back in place, only to hear a click, the wooden frame broke directly, and Qingding slammed on the ground with a loud bang, and the huge force directly smashed the ground out of a small pit.

Gu Qing was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this cyan Xiaoding to be so perverted.

There was a ticking sound, like the sound of dripping water.

Gu Qing looked at the sound of the water, and it turned out to be the sound of blood dripping from his arm to the ground.

Ground?

Blood droplets slowly dripped on top of the cyan Xiaoding, and the Xiaoding suddenly emitted a cyan light, getting brighter and brighter.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Ding's green light was sheng, and with a swish, it turned into a blue light and drilled into Gu Qing's body and disappeared.

Gu Qing was taken aback, and hurriedly checked his body, there was nothing unusual. Cold sweat flowed, the origin of that Xiaoding was unknown, and he didn't know whether it was a curse or a blessing when he entered his body. I walked a few steps at will, and my weight was not unusual.

After thinking hard for a while, he still didn't come up with a way to get that Xiaoding out of his body, Gu Qing sighed and gave up for the time being. He was in no mood to walk towards the last wooden frame, which had nothing but a black scroll. There is no inscription on either side of the entire wooden frame.

There was only one scroll on the entire wooden shelf, and the fool knew that there must be something extraordinary about this scroll. Gu Qing picked up the scroll and slowly opened it, and after a while, he was stunned in place, the entire scroll did not have a word from beginning to end, could it be a wordless heavenly book?

At this moment, he naturally didn't have time to study it carefully, so he carefully put it away and walked towards the door of the secret room.

When he reached the door and was about to go out, he stepped back and put all the scrolls on the four wooden shelves into the Qiankun bag. These scrolls can be put here by that old guy, and they are certainly not ordinary.

After walking out of the secret room, Gu Qing turned the small courtyard where he had lived for three years into ashes.

Glancing at the ruthless flames, Gu Qing left quietly. This is not his hometown at all, and he has no nostalgia for it. From this day on, he has no baggage. If you want to gain a foothold in this world, you must be ruthless and stronger than others.

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