Underground. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info a large magma lake. Blackstone.

Qin Yu let out a long breath and opened his eyes, there was no essence bursting, and there was no momentum. He sat there, quiet, as if he were merging with the black stone beneath him and the space he was.

It was a wonderful feeling, which could only be understood beyond words, until he stretched his waist and his spine "crackled", and the whole thing came to life. It's like walking out of an ancient landscape scroll and returning to the world with flesh and blood.

The eighth furnace converged all the light, and the crimson furnace dimmed and staggered over.

Qin Yu blinked, the thoughts in his mind were dazed, and he didn't react for a while.

The eighth furnace was furious, and the magma lake immediately rolled, and the fiery breath came to the face.

Qin Yu was slightly stunned before he came back to his senses, and said helplessly: "Of course I will keep my promise when I promise you, but are you sure you want to use this weak posture to face Lihuo Ding?"

The eighth furnace replied with action, turned his head and rushed into the magma lake, and the threatening posture when he left seemed to warn Qin Yu not to play tricks, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't wait.

Qin Yu shook his head and stood up, looking at the magma lake in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This dream lasted for 16 days, and he walked through 16 lives in the dream, although it was not a personal experience, and some places were gradually blurred, but a trace of his soul returned to his body, which still had a profound impact on him. On the surface, Qin Yu has not changed, his breath is the same as before, but his temperament is warm and mellow, like dusty wine, and like a thousand-year-old jade.

This is the gift of the baptism of time, Qin Yu is far from being able to reach this, but through the tricks of the dream world, there are also traces of this kind of time. Of course, this is not the point, the key to a big dream for 16 days is to experience the edification and tempering of the heart over the years, but also to learn all kinds of Dan Dao experienced in the dream.

No one can become a real Dan Dao master through a dream, but Qin Yu already has this kind of heritage, or inheritance. When his alchemy strength is reached, he can naturally unseal it and obtain the corresponding Dan Dao strength.

Wang Daoren has laid a solid foundation for what he has learned in his life, and the eighth furnace has accumulated a foundation, and in less than a month, Qin Yu can be described as a carp turning into a dragon. These gifts will be a powerful help in the years to come, allowing him to go further and more firmly on the path of cultivation.

Zhao Xiangu and his entourage have had many accidents so far, and finally evolved to this day, which has taught Qin Yu a very vivid lesson, the plan is never too late to change, and there are often many opportunities and opportunities hidden in the changes.

Of course, Zhao Immortal Guzhong recognized the cheap senior brother and created these, although it was closely related to the remains of the reckless son at the beginning, but it was also a good luck. But no one in the world can always be lucky, and perhaps the next unexpected change will hide a deadly danger.

Qin Yu closed his eyes, he didn't practice or comprehend, he just quietly thought about what he had done recently, whether there were any mistakes or mistakes.

Because of the sixteen days of the big dream and the sixteen lives he experienced, he learned more than Dan Dao.

First, be cautious and careful.

Second, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

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Xu Xuan and Fan Jianghai suppressed it strongly, Qin Yu accepted the inheritance and retreated, and the sharp conflict on the surface of Zhao Xiangu gradually subsided. But secretly, the conflict between the disciples of the Zhao family and the disciples of the appearance has not stopped for a moment, and various stories are staged almost every day.

The protagonist of today's little story comes from an inconspicuous small Xiuzhen family in the southern country, although he has some alchemy talent, he has no roots and no support in Zhao Xian Valley, and belongs to the most marginal little people.

Zhao Shoucheng is thirty-six years old, and his qualifications are neither high nor low, but because of his surname Zhao, there is another respected Jindan lady, who was supported to be a steward of the selection department. is not a high authority, but he also manages dozens of people, large and small, and his affairs are idle on weekdays, which is a proper beauty difference.

Among these dozens of subordinates, there is one person Zhao Shoucheng who is extremely unpleasant, not because he is disrespectful, nor because he is not dedicated, but because he lost Zhao Shoucheng's face in a selection of internal Dan Dao discussions.

Zhao Xiangu inherited the Dan Dao method with the Dan Li faction, and the first thing to do was the Dan Dao cultivation, and the level of management was not as good as that of his subordinates, how to serve the public? Although no one said much afterwards, Zhao Shoucheng held a grudge, and it was common to reprimand him at every turn on weekdays, and it was not uncommon to find a reason to punish one or two.

The little man was obedient, but somehow, as time passed, Zhao Shoucheng became more and more annoyed to look at him. Fortunately, I finally got my chance. The conflict in the valley is getting worse and worse, Xu is vigilant, and the little man has done everything blamelessly during this time, so he can't get an excuse to start.

In desperation, Zhao Shoucheng used a little means to lure him into the urn.

It's very simple, plant the blame.

The spirit grass that a few little people can touch, even if it is not precious, can be whipped according to Zhao Xiangu's regulations.

Thirty lashes do not kill a man.

But, that was not arranged.

Zhao Shoucheng's son is noble by virtue of his mother, his own cultivation and alchemy level are mediocre, but he has a bit of strength in speaking, so he is very simple to prepare. The one who inflicted the torture would be Zhao Xiangu's most qualified torture master, and no one could see the abnormality after thirty lashes, but he could kill someone!

Stealing is an evil deed, and it will be executed in a fair and righteous manner as an example. At a time when the disciples of the Zhao family and the disciples with foreign surnames were full of contradictions and hostile to each other, this punishment attracted a lot of attention, and a certain big man in the torture hall sent a message and arranged the place of execution in Qixiatai. Although it is not the core area of the valley, it is connected to various places and is a transportation hub.

Moreover, it is very close to the Eighth Furnace Station.

Naturally, this big man in the torture hall is surnamed Zhao.

"The time is coming, take Zeng Zhongxiu!" The voice of the torture hall monk was very cold, and there was a chill that penetrated his heart.

The corners of Zhao Shoucheng's mouth curled slightly, sweeping over the many figures in the audience, with the excitement of being in the limelight. After today, he may be able to become one of the tough representatives of the younger generation to resist disciples with foreign surnames, and gain the attention of the elders in the clan.

And the price is just one Zeng Zhongxiu!

Zeng Zhongxiu, who was pushed onto Qixiatai with shackles, had almost no change from the beginning, just clenched his fists and bloodshot eyes, revealing anger and sadness. He didn't argue anything, because everything that had to be said was said in the torture hall, and the fact that he was still sent here speaks for itself.

Pressed to the stone pier, hands and feet tied, the scar-faced torture hall walked with a whip in his hand, and saw Zeng Zhongxiu's face from a distance, and the corners of his mouth showed a touch of hideousness.

Smack-

Smack-

The whip spread far away, and in an instant the skin opened and the flesh bloomed, and the blood flowed out of the red-dyed robe, dripping to the ground. Zeng Zhongxiu's eyes widened and he struggled, and he felt the breath of death coming from the whip. He didn't want to die, not only because he was afraid, but also because he was now the hope of the whole family! But it was just in vain, the whip kept falling, his body gradually became numb, and his consciousness began to drowsy.

Are you going to die? In Dongliu Town, the master gave Dan to change his fate, and it turned out that he could not escape death after all. But I am really unwilling to die like this! Zeng Zhongxiu tried to widen his eyes and looked up at the sky, and the whip shadow roared, which would tear his face to shreds in the next moment.

Smack-

The whip did not fall, and flew back at a faster speed, pumping on the face of the torture hall, and the face covered with scars was in shambles, and he fell to the ground screaming miserably. The light in front of him dimmed, and a figure appeared in front of him, Zeng Zhongxiu's eyes widened subconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something, and finally turned into a wry smile.

Qin Yu shattered the shackles and helped him sit down, "Qin was invited to come, and Brother Zeng didn't seem to be able to entertain him." ”

Zeng Zhongxiu coughed a few times and struggled to salute, "Thank you for saving me!"

Qin Yu stopped the bleeding for him, and said lightly: "There are only friends who are invited, where are the adults." ”

It seemed that his heart was shaken, and it was not until this moment that the monk of the torture hall roared angrily, "Where is the person who dares to destroy the punishment and hurt the person of my torture hall, take it down for me!"

Qin Yu withdrew, "You rest first, wait for me to take care of them." He turned around and looked at the monk who rushed to the torture hall with a cold expression.

"Stop!" In the middle of a low drink, a golden pill monk appeared, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and arched his hands, "See Uncle Xiao." ”

Uncle Xiao......

In today's Zhao Xian Valley, there is only one person with this title.

Wow –

Qixiatai was in an uproar!

Countless hot-blooded Zhao clan disciples looked cold and gritted their teeth. In the eyes of the disciples with foreign surnames, most of them revealed a little admiration.

Zhao Shu stood up straight, perennial but as the deputy of the torture hall, the thick aura around his body was terrifying, and his eyes were cold, and few people dared to look at him, "Little uncle, although your identity is respected, but the punishment in the valley was established by the ancestors of the past dynasties, your actions today are not provoking the torture hall, or is it disrespectful to the ancestors of my Zhao Immortal Valley?"

The hat buckle is huge, menacing, obviously ill-intentioned!

Qin Yu's expression was calm, "Who are you?"

"Deputy of the Torture Hall, Zhao Shot!"

"With your cultivation, can't you see that he is going to be killed?"

Zhao She's face was expressionless, "He's not dead yet." ”

I can't go on.

Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't have any entanglement, "I'm going to take him away." ”

A cold light flashed in Zhao Jie's eyes, "Uncle Xiao has a noble status, and naturally enjoys privileges, as long as there is no objection today, you can take him away." ”

"What if someone objects?"

"Easy!" Zhao Shu raised his hand and pointed, "Then please suppress all opponents!"

Qin Yu was silent.

The corners of Zhao Jie's mouth curled, not giving him a chance to speak, he turned around and roared, "Among you, is there anyone who opposes it?"

Zhao Shoucheng's eyes lit up.

He knew that his mother hated Qin Yu to the core, and if he could lose his face today, he would definitely please his mother. And the most important thing is that everyone knows that Qin Yu's seniority is respectful, but he only has a four-layer foundation cultivation, which is really commonplace. As for the eighth furnace...... If Qin Yu was on the Qixia Platform and summoned the power of the Great Furnace, the elders of the Zhao Clan would never stand idly by!

Uncle Zhao's move is to give him a good opportunity!

"The little nephew is against it!" burst into applause, Zhao Shoucheng was majestic, "I, Zhao Xiangu, have been inherited for thousands of years, how can I abolish the rules because of one person." Uncle Xiaoshi, if you want to take Zeng Zhongxiu away, pass me first!"

Whew-

The eight-layer breath of the foundation broke out.

There was a brief silence, which was suddenly broken by shouting.

"Senior brother guarding the city is doing well!"

"My Zhao man's blood is strong!"

"If you want to break the rules, you must have enough strength, and oppressing people by seniority will only make people laugh!"

The disciples with foreign surnames showed worry on their faces and secretly scolded Zhao Shoucheng for being shameless. But the matter has reached this point, and it is already in a dilemma, I am afraid that no matter how you choose, Uncle Qin will inevitably lose face.