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In that sunlit clearing, there was a huge square, hundreds of figures sat cross-legged, their eyes slightly closed, their breathing was slow, and there seemed to be a sense of rhythm, and every time they breathed, their bodies would appear faintly glowing.

Looking out from the square, you can see a city in front of you, and at this time, in a corner of the city, there is a wooden house, which is closed and extremely luxurious. Bookshelves are filled with a variety of books, and the central rosewood desk is full of them.

A large bed in the corner, and the bedding on the bed are all fine silk and cotton wool, all of which show the luxurious life enjoyed by the owner.

On the bed, a richly dressed young man sat quietly, his face was a little pale, beads of sweat on his forehead crossed his cheeks, and his expression was extremely painful.

After a few hours, the boy's face became more and more ugly, and his vitality became weaker and weaker. In less than a moment, there was no longer a trace of life in the boy's body.

In this way, time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it was. Suddenly, a black bead appeared on the top of the boy's head, and light gushed out from the bead to surround the boy's body, and a strong momentum surged out of him.

"Boom!"

With the assistance of the black bead light, the qi veins in the young man's body continued to swim in his body, and every time he wandered, the young man's momentum became stronger. In this way, after a stick of incense, the young man's body shook violently.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the young man burst out from the inside out, the long hair that was originally scattered on his shoulders moved without wind, the pen, ink and paper inkstones around him were blown by this momentum, and the bookshelves around him were also blown crooked.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps approached quickly, and the surging light of the black beads was also nearing the end, and with a light tremble, it turned into a little starlight and melted into the center of the young man's eyebrows, and there was no longer any breath, and the surroundings returned to calm again.

After a few breaths, the originally closed young man suddenly opened his eyes, and two white lights flashed in his dark eyes.

Bang!

The door of the wooden house was suddenly kicked open, and an old man dressed as a scholar walked in quickly, looked at the mess in the house, and said angrily.

"Night, what are you doing!

Wang Changde's face was extremely gloomy, he was having fun with the two girls from the Qinglou, and suddenly heard a loud noise next door, which scared him, and the originally good atmosphere was frightened like this, so angry that he trembled, and simply didn't care, he went directly to the owner, and after kicking the door open, he saw that the house was in a mess, which made him even more angry.

"Bastard! You did this, right?"

Wang Changde pointed to the books scattered on the ground and couldn't help but ask loudly. Then I saw the night god meditating cross-legged like a warrior, his face was even more disdainful, and his words were sarcastic.

"You waste, what are you still sitting there doing, and you still want to learn how to cultivate? Let me tell you, you can't succeed in this life, you still want to cultivate with a waste constitution and dream of your Spring and Autumn Festival, right?"

"I don't know if I have poured blood mold for several lifetimes, and I actually became your waste teacher!"

Wang Changde was angry when he looked at the night, and he kept scolding and scolding.

"Are you done?"

A faint voice sounded in his ears, and then Wang Changde met a pair of indifferent and almost ruthless eyes, he swore that he had seen this kind of gaze for the first time since he was born, and the feeling of ignoring the common people made his back cold, obviously the words just now came from his mouth.

"As a teacher, I don't think about how to teach students, but I go to have fun and be a teacher, and I should be killed!"

Wang Changde was furious, and secretly wondered in his heart, this kid has a cowardly personality, no matter what I did to him before, he hung his head, how can I feel a little wrong today...... Did this kid take the wrong medicine? But the idea was extinguished by him as soon as he started.

Accustomed to the cowardly temperament of the night underworld, he couldn't change it for a while, and when he heard the night god say that he should be killed, Wang Changde was furious, and he didn't care whether the night was taking the wrong medicine or not, and went up directly to kick it, ready to teach this "disobedient" student a lesson.

In the face of Wang Changde's attack, the young man's body flashed slightly and easily dodged, and then reflexively kicked it.

Bang!

A figure floated down from the sky and slammed into a chair.

"I'll kill you!"

Wang Changde's eyes were red, as the oldest and oldest scholar in Jiang Yancheng, he was also famous in Jiang Yancheng. There are not many people in the entire Jiang Yancheng who dare to be disrespectful to him like this, although this era is the era of martial arts kings, but it is a relatively small number of people. Most of them have no cultivation qualifications, and this group of people can't cultivate, they can only study and gain fame, and they will enter the imperial court in the future to seek an official and a half-job, which can be regarded as glorifying their ancestors.

Even the martial arts family did not dare to say that everyone in his family could cultivate, and cultivation not only required qualifications, but also had a strong supply of resources, and nothing less would work.

That's it, those descendants of martial arts families who don't have cultivation qualifications will be sent to Wang Changde. Originally, Wang Changde's life was quite nourishing, but one day a middle-aged man came to him with a child and asked him to teach the young man to read and write, and later found out that the man was the sect master of the Qingyang Sect, the backer of Jiang Yancheng.

Originally, it was nothing, but the man asked that only one child should be taught, and all the others would be sent to other gentlemen, and then Wang Changde would be miserable.

Those disciples of the family are the source of his income, what did he eat when they all gave him away? Originally, he was quite happy at first, because this was sent by the Qingyang Sect Master himself, and he was rewarded with the identity of a disciple of the Qingyang Outer Sect. Who is the Yang Sect Master? The people that the City Lord of Jiang Yancheng didn't dare to offend are now developed.

But he is getting more and more wrong behind him, since the Qingyang Sect Master sent it, he has never come again, as soon as he went to inquire, the anger blew up his stomach, it turned out that the kid sent was - the body of robbery!

The body of calamity, that is the constitution that has been cursed by the heavens, is born unable to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth for use, can only rely on pills and other external substances to replenish, and each level of spiritual power required is a hundred times that of ordinary people, so it is often called a waste body.

Since he couldn't cultivate, he must have been abandoned by the Qingyang Sect, thinking that no one had looked at the kid for so long, Wang Changde became more and more sure, so his attitude towards the night became more and more cold.

After Ye Ming kicked over Wang Changde, he stood up and walked over slowly.

After being kicked over by the Night Stylist, Wang Changde had completely lost his mind, and he didn't know where to find a sword and stabbed directly at the Night Darkness.

Ye Ying faced the long sword stabbed by Wang Changde, didn't look at it, and let him stab it. However, the strange thing is that after Wang Changde pierced the clothes of the night night, he could no longer score a single point, Wang Changde gritted his teeth and used his writing strength again, but he was shocked back.

This is the sign of a warrior, this is impossible!!"

Wang Changde was shocked, didn't he say that the body of calamity could not be cultivated, but why did he actually have a body of qi protection. Could it be that the legend is false? Or is it that he has always pretended! Impossible! No, no! It doesn't make sense! Wang Changde's mind was in a state of confusion, and he was already close to madness.

"I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!!"

"As a disciple of the outer sect of the Qingyang Sect, I should be killed if I take the sect master's order as a deaf ear!"

Night Darkness clamped Wang Changde's long sword between his two fingers, no matter how hard Wang Changde tried, he couldn't break free, and with a backhand, the long sword suddenly flew out of Wang Changde's hand, and Night Darkness's sleeves flicked slightly, and the long sword pierced Wang Changde's heart with an unstoppable attitude.

That's impossible!

Wang Changde's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't imagine why there was a Gang Qi Protector in the night underworld, had he done it wrong before!

Wang Changde, die!