The Black Prison is a barren land located in the western part of the Red Flame Continent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many different races and forms of life here. There are human races, demon races, demon races, and beast races, and so on.

Although they are mixed, they all have a common goal, that is, to pursue the Heavenly Dao.

For this reason, after the exploration of generations of ancestors, the accumulation of blood and bones, many ways to seek the sky have been studied, which can be described as diverse and strange.

There are immortal cultivators, martial arts practitioners, demon practitioners, Buddha practitioners, demon refiners, missionaries, and even some people who have embarked on evil paths.

In the west of the black prison, there is a small tribe with a small population, only less than 1,000 households, but fortunately, they are all able to work hard, the men practice martial arts and hunting, and the women weave clothes and farm, so they build this small tribe in an orderly manner, without worrying about food and drink.

The small tribe is backed by a small green mountain, and when the sun rises every day, the first rays of sunlight shine down from the green mountain, so this tribe is called the Qingyang tribe, which means the sun of the green mountain.

At the wooden gate of the Qingyang tribe, there were several children playing at this time, there were five or six of them, most of them were about six or seven years old.

"Qin Mo, look, your father and they're back!" one of the chubby children shouted as he pointed out the door.

With the shouting, a very handsome and energetic boy ran out happily.

"Dad, you're finally back, you've been out for so many days!

"Haha, little rabbit cub, a mouth is like smeared with honey, and you will pick up the good ones and say it! Do you really miss me that much?" This is a middle-aged man, wearing a green shirt, about thirty years old, very tall, powerful and strong, one of the only two martial artists in the Qingyang tribe, named Qin Zhenshan.

"Of course it's true, didn't you see me playing with them here at the tribe gate, just to wait for you!" Qin Mo said with some grievances.

"Ah, that's really daddy, isn't it, daddy will go back and punish himself, okay? You go home first and inform your mother, I'm going to find the old patriarch for something." Qin Zhenshan coaxed his son.

"Well, Haole, I'll go back and ask my mother to prepare wine and good food, and come to catch the wind for you!" Although Qin Mo is small, he knows a lot of things, and people who live in the land of black prison are generally more precocious.

Qin Mo turned around, waved goodbye to a few friends, and ran directly home.

Qin Zhenshan looked at Qin Mo's departing little figure, and was very relieved in his heart. No one knows, in fact, under that comfort, there are still some worries hidden.

In the big tent of the tribal patriarch, Qin Zhenshan took Zhang He, who came back with him, and was respectfully looking at the old man sitting above.

"Subordinates Qin Zhenshan and Zhang He meet the patriarch!" Qin Zhenshan and Zhang He said.

"Well, no need to be polite, has anything special happened to you when you go out this time?" the old man looked at them kindly and said, he was skinny, his hair was gray, and his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles left by the years, he was the old patriarch of the Qingyang tribe.

"Patriarch Hui, my subordinates did find something wrong, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not. Qin Zhenshan replied.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" asked the old patriarch's old voice.

"I was out patrolling with Zhang He and the others before, and I found that the quiet place in the extreme west seems to be a little abnormal, and I can't say the specifics, after all, it is not a place that we can easily set foot in. Qin Zhenshan said in a hesitant manner, the quiet place was not very far from their tribe.

"Quiet place? Isn't it normal?Zhang tell you, did you feel it at the time?" the old patriarch turned his head and asked Zhang He.

Zhang He's appearance is relatively ordinary, belongs to the public face, wears a white robe, and like Qin Zhenshan, he is also one of the only martial artists in the tribe, he and Qin Zhenshan are the pillars of the tribe, and generally important things are handled by them.

"Patriarch Hui, I also felt it at that time, as if there were some strange sounds inside, and as if I felt that a catastrophe was coming!" Zhang He replied respectfully.

"Oh, the catastrophe, it seems that I have to go on a trip myself, or if something big happens, it will inevitably hurt the clansmen!" the old patriarch wanted to go and see what was going on.

After Qin Zhenshan and the patriarch talked a few more words, they left separately and rushed home.

After Qin Zhenshan and the others left, the old patriarch sighed deeply: "Alas, the place of silence, is the black prison going to make waves again because of it?"

In the Black Prison, many people mention that the Quiet Place will change color, because there are so many rumors about him!

There was once an invincible power in that era who relied on his superior strength and courage to try to detect the quiet place alone, who knew that he would inexplicably disappear as soon as he stepped into a hundred steps, and the spiritual lamp enshrined in his power was also extinguished almost at the same time, which frightened many people dumbfounded. Because the spiritual lamp is transformed by some powerful masters with a trace of life and soul, the lamp is in the person, and the lamp is out...... People die.

There was also a time when the top forces of the era, the masters of the whole faction gathered together to break into the quiet place, to explore its mysteries, the result was the same as before, less than fifty steps into the heavy casualties, just a hundred steps has been killed and wounded, only the only master escaped, and crazy, a great faction of the world sank and collapsed.

There are many, many more rumors about this kind......

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As soon as Qin Zhenshan arrived at the door of the house, he saw his wife Qiu Hongya and his son Qin Mo waiting in front of the door, and a warm feeling involuntarily rose in his heart, with a sweet taste! That may be happiness!

Autumn red silk flowers have a moon appearance, ice muscles and jade bones, she is a rare beauty, and I don't know how Qin Zhenshan found it in the first place. Not only is she beautiful, but she also has some medical skills, and the tribesmen will come to her for treatment whenever they have any injuries or illnesses.

"Haha!Red Aya, Xiao Mo, I'm back!" Qin Zhenshan shouted happily.

"Daddy......" Qin Mo rushed into his father's arms, enjoying the warmth of his father's love!

"Zhenshan, you're finally back, are you okay outside? Have you lost weight these days?" Qiu Hongya said with concern.

"Everything is fine, but I miss you very much! Let's go, let's go in, we're starving to death, do you have anything to eat?" Qin Zhenshan ran around for a few days, and barely ate well! Now when he returns home, he naturally has to make up for it.

Qiu Hongya was notified by Qin Mo before, and had already prepared a rich meal, and the greedy Qin Zhenshan drooled, and at Qiu Hongya's request, Qin Zhenshan, who had washed up, finally started, gobbling up, and a table of good dishes was 'swallowed' by him!

"Look at your bear-like look!" what a ......," Qiu Hongyan glared at him.

"Hehe, the food cooked by my daughter-in-law is so delicious, if I don't eat it for a few days, it's like every three autumns!haha!" Qin Zhenshan said exaggeratedly.

"Hmph, you're too poor to tell you, I'll clean it up!" Qiu Hongyan is a clean person, and she is not used to seeing mess.

Qin Zhenshan looked at his wife's figure packing up her things, and was very relieved.

If you have this love, what more can you ask for?

Qin Zhenshan turned his head and looked at Qin Mo with a smile, and then asked, "Son, I haven't been at home these days, have you been lazy in martial arts?"

Qin Mo, who was playing, heard his father's question, and immediately replied: "Dad, how can I be lazy! Of course I have practiced, and I have already learned the Ming Wu True Scripture that you passed on to me before." Dad, when are you going to pass on my formal exercises?"

"Oh, hehe, let's go out, you can show me the basic routines in the Mingwu True Scripture outside!" Qin Zhenshan planned to test his son.

They came to the outside of the house, in the open place, Qin Zhenshan sat on the side, Qin Mo stood in the middle, his body swinging some basic martial arts routines, and he looked like one.

The Ming Wu Sutra is the first step in the cultivation of the Black Prison Martial Dao, and it is also an enlightenment exercise written by the Black Prison Martial Arts Masters for the children of the human race, which records some basic knowledge and skills of the Martial Arts.

"Well, it's really good, I have some demeanor as a father!haha!" Qin Zhenshan appreciated Qin Mo and was very satisfied with him.

"Of course, I want to surpass my father and become a master when I grow up. Qin Mo was proud.

"Hehe, it's important to play well, but don't be too proud, that will make people lose their enterprising spirit!" Qin Zhenshan educated.

"Oh, I know, Dad, can you pass on my true martial arts techniques?" Qin Mo looked forward to it.

"Not yet, you have to cultivate for a while, and when you can become a martial artist, I will naturally officially pass on your martial arts cultivation method at that time! Come on, my son!" Qin Zhenshan encouraged.

Although Qin Mo was a little disappointed after hearing this, his motivation was stronger, he must become a martial artist in the shortest possible time, so that his wish could come true.

The next day, the old patriarch took Qin Zhenshan and Zhang He to set off, and they had to explore the periphery of the quiet place again to make sure that it was correct, so that they would rest assured, otherwise there would always be a big stone blocking their hearts, making them uneasy.

The Silent Land, a no-man's land, has not seen any life around it since records began, and it is located in the westernmost part of the Black Prison, all of which is also known as the Far West. From the front, there are thousands of miles of exposed outside, not very large, and the inside is pitch black and abnormal, as if there is a black pot covering it, so that people can't detect what is inside from the outside, and behind it, like a passage, stretches to nothingness, where it leads, outsiders don't know at all!

At this time, outside the Silent Land, the three old patriarchs observed here for a long time, in addition to feeling some strange sounds, they also found that the Quiet Land seemed to have expanded a little, and the periphery extended outwards in a large circle.

"Patriarch, what's going on?' wasn't like this when we came here before!, how do you feel as if they're expanding outward a little bit?" Qin Zhenshan asked suspiciously.

"You stay here, I'll take a look around, be careful, wait for me to come back!" The old patriarch didn't answer Qin Zhenshan's question, but just hurriedly gave a few words and left.

"Zhang He, do you also think they are moving?" Qin Zhenshan did not give up, and after seeing the old patriarch leaving, he asked his brother again!

"Yes, I also feel it, when we came here before, it obviously didn't have such a large range!" Zhang He was also very strange.

"Look, what is that?" Qin Zhenshan shouted, pointing to the quiet place.