The early morning mist was applied to Zhao Ping's pale face, condensed into dew on his face, rolled down his cheeks to Zhao Ping's dry lips, and felt thirsty lips licked unconsciously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It didn't take long for the sleepy Zhao Ping to unconsciously ** twice, slowly opened his closed eyes, struggled to sit up, looked around and couldn't help but gasp.

There were scars all over his body, and in some places the wounds and clothes had been adhered together, and the wounds would be involved as soon as he moved, so that Zhao Ping couldn't help but grin and keep inhaling. The right hand couldn't exert any strength at all, and it was put aside like a dead thing, probably broken.

These are just skin injuries, as long as you have a good rest, it will still be fine, the main thing that worries Zhao Ping is the man in black, oh, no, it is Lin Qu's cold internal breath, endure the pain in his body, Zhao Ping's face suddenly looks like ashes after looking inward, although the cold internal breath in the body has disappeared, but its meridians are destroyed and broken, Zhao Ping's mind is blank, and there is only one thought in his heart, he has been abolished.

Zhao Ping didn't remember how he got back to his residence, only that he was found by the disciple who came out to practice in the morning and sent him for treatment, lying on the bed and looking at the roof with blank eyes, until someone from the law enforcement team came to ask him what happened, Zhao Ping came back to his senses.

told the people of the law enforcement team what happened at night, and told them his conjectures, Zhao Ping's only thought now was to ask Lin Qu to get the retribution he deserved, so as to avenge the hatred in his heart. After hearing this, the law enforcement team just told Zhao Ping to have a good rest, said that there was news and notified him, and then turned around and left.

However, Zhao Ping did not wait for the news that Lin Qu was brought to justice, Zhao Ping was only informed that Lin Qu had someone to testify against him that night, and this person was Wu De, an outer disciple, and Wu De proved that Lin Qu had been discussing martial arts with him that night, and he had not gone out at all, so it was impossible to hurt Zhao Ping. In addition, Lin Qu is the identity of the deputy sect master's disciple, and Zhao Ping is only an outer disciple, and the law enforcement disciple does not want to offend Lin Qu, so it is not enough.

When Zhao Ping learned the news, his blood surged into his heart, and his originally pale face showed a trace of abnormal flushing, and then he was forcibly pressed down, his originally dead eyes flashed with hatred, and his snow-white teeth bit his lower lip stubbornly, and he didn't know that blood flowed out.

Loosening his clenched fists, Zhao Ping kept telling himself in his heart that he must take revenge, he must not give up, what if the meridians are broken, as long as he is alive, he must let Lin Qu feel the pain he has suffered today.

A month later, Zhao Ping's injuries were almost healed, the news of Zhao Ping's broken meridians was secretly spread by Lin Qu, all the outer disciples who were with Zhao Ping knew that Zhao Ping had become a wasted person, there were sympathizers, and there were ridiculers, in this sect where strength is respected, no strength is not respected by others, everyone has consciously alienated Zhao Ping, and Zhao Ping, who feels the heat and coldness of the world, doesn't care, just silently works hard to practice immortality.

The years have passed, the lonely shadow is clear, and the past is reclining and looking back. The passing of the years, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, how many annual ring memories and how many sad pasts are contained in the falling flowers.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the sun is setting. The clouds reflect the sunset, the sky is as red as drunk, setting off the deepening twilight, the evening breeze carries a comfortable coolness, with the twilight layer of the forest, pieces of fallen leaves fluttering with the wind, an indescribable poignant beauty, in Zhao Ping's heart rose spontaneously.

The shadow of the setting sun cast on the ground, casting a faint afterglow along the way.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected Zhao Ping's bleak back, pulling out a long shadow on the ground. Zhao Ping did not return to his residence, but staggered towards the direction of the back mountain, and soon came to a hidden rock wall full of shrubs, Zhao Ping did not stop in front of the shrubs, skillfully pushed the shrubs in front of him, revealing the hole the size of a person behind, and got into it without hesitation.

The cave was dark, and there was a whistling sound of the wind blowing through the entrance of the cave, and a coldness surged into his heart, making Zhao Ping unconsciously shrink his neck. Continuing to crawl forward, the darkness in front of him did not last long, and a bright light came into his eyes from the front, and Zhao Ping's vision suddenly widened.

The first thing that catches your eye is a small waterhole, surrounded by cliffs, and a small basin in the valley.

Zhao Ping walked to the water's edge of the small pool, looked up at the starry sky, and the cold stars were suspended above the sky, like a dot of stars. The valley at night is a bit bleak and deserted, but if you look closely, you will find that the valley is full of trees, flowers and plants, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, which is fascinating. Suddenly, the chirping of a small bird pierced the lonely valley in the night, adding some life to the valley.

This is a secret valley that Zhao Ping accidentally discovered before, seeing that there is no one here and the environment is quiet, in order not to see the worldly faces of other people, Zhao Ping comes here to practice every time he finishes chores.

Zhao Ping sat on the nearby rocks and gasped for breath, although his body was very tired, but Zhao Ping still struggled to get up cross-legged and run the immortal decision, Zhao Ping inadvertently found that although he could not store internal breath, as long as his body was extremely tired and ran the immortal decision, the speed of the immortal decision would be a little faster than usual, although it finally dissipated, but Zhao Ping carefully observed that there was a trace of seepage into the muscles, so that the body felt a trace of cool and comfortable feeling, and each time after the strength of the body will be a little stronger, although it is minimal, but Zhao Ping clearly feels that the strength has indeed increased。

This discovery made Zhao Ping ecstatic, since the body meridians were broken, Zhao Ping also went to exchange for other exercises to cultivate, but the broken meridians made it useless to practice these exercises, which strengthened Zhao Ping's determination to cultivate the secret of immortality. Although the progress was very slow, this gave Zhao Ping a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope for revenge, even if it was minimal.

Therefore, Zhao Ping began to constantly exercise his body, constantly breaking through the limits of his body, and every time he broke through the limits of his body, Zhao Ping felt the increase in the strength of his body. And the feeling of breaking through the limit is like a person who is about to die of thirst suddenly absorbs a drop of nen, and that feeling makes Zhao Ping addicted to it and can't extricate himself.

Although Zhao Ping felt the increase in his physical strength, he was still far behind other outer disciples who cultivated internal strength, let alone compared to Lin Qu, who cultivated the deputy sect master. The cultivation of external skills to the top is indeed very strong, but the cultivation of external skills requires the support of a large number of precious medicinal materials, how can Zhao Ping, a person from a poor family, support such a huge expenditure. Zhao Ping was also very aware of the gap in his heart, but the hatred and anger in his heart were constantly whipping him, making him not give up and not admit defeat.

Zhao Ping practiced frantically because of this, except for doing chores in the sect every day, the rest of the time Zhao Ping spent on cultivation, which can be said to be crazy and frightening, constantly torturing his body in order to break through the limits of his body, and he couldn't wait to use the time in half. Every time Zhao Ping cultivated, he stayed away from everyone, but no one noticed the difference between Zhao Ping.

I dream of wishing everyone a fifteenth reunion and a happy family.