Ye Yiran, who was given the nickname, was completely distraught at the moment. She said nothing, only stared at the frivolous guy in front of her, her eyes burning with anger and resentment.
"Why are you looking at me so fiercely?"
Qiu Jin put his hands on his waist and raised his eyebrows and asked, "You are so courageous. Aren't you afraid of offending me and killing you with a sword?"
"What I wish for!"
Ye Yiran raised his chin and said this very forcefully.
Ling Zhen slapped him again.
Ye Yiran almost kowtowed again like ringing a bell.
Qiu Jin "hummed" and then said: "You want to die happily, but I won't let you die comfortably! I will take off your clothes first and fuck you on the spot, and then I will I will chop you into pieces with thousands of knives, cut off every piece of your flesh, feed it to a random wild dog, mince your bones and burn them clean..."
Ling Zhen applauded vigorously, "What a great idea. I agree with this idea. This is how we should deal with such domineering people!"
After hearing these words, Ye Yiran was so frightened that he almost fainted, feeling as desperate as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
She immediately bit her tongue, hoping to use this method to bite her tongue and commit suicide, so as to avoid such a tragic end and die.
"Don't waste your efforts. Biting your tongue won't kill you. It will only bleed a little. After a while, the blood on your tongue will dry up, and you will still be alive."
Qiu Jin said indifferently, "Besides, don't you know that this old man is the best doctor in the south of the Yangtze River and a generation of miraculous doctors? It's not easy to stop your bleeding? If you really bite off your tongue, you will be mute at most. What will happen in the future?" I can't speak, I can only say 'Abba, Ababa, Ababa', just like a fool begging for food on the street, haha!"
Ye Yiran knew that he had fallen into the hands of this devil today and that he could neither survive nor die. His heart was filled with despair, and he burst into tears with so much grief and anger in his heart.
When Ling Zhen saw this, he couldn't help but think of the past when he tortured the assassin Xiao Qun in the torture chamber.
Comparing the two women with each other, I felt that the remnant of the Baolin Kingdom named Xiao was the one with more backbone.
"It's so useless, you guy."
Ling Zhen shook his head and said to Ye Yiran.
Xiao Qun finally revealed the information after receiving a firm whipping from herself.
This guy surnamed Ye, after only being threatened a few times, turned into such a bad character, it is really ridiculous and pitiful!
Qiu Jin, seeing that Ye Yiran actually used "crying", the ultimate weapon at the bottom of the box, smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I'm teasing you, you're crying like shit, you're so annoying. "
Ye Yiran was still crying loudly. Qiu Jin felt really upset. He kicked a few times and raised his voice to threaten: "If you cry again, I will really strip you of your clothes!"
As Qiu Jin spoke, he came closer and stretched out his two devil's claws, as if he really wanted to do such an evil thing.
Ye Yiran was startled, and his delicate body trembled momentarily, and then he stopped crying.
Still looking at the evil man with frightened and fearful eyes.
Qiu Jin ignored this incompetent princess who was currently in trouble, and turned to his good friend from ten years ago and said: "Old man, thank you for helping me cut my bones to get the sword this time. If it weren't for you, I would still be suffering from the sword. I am really happy to meet you now, but there is always a banquet in the world. Forgive me, brother, I have a blood feud and I don’t intend to stay here for a long time. I say goodbye and we will see you later!"
Ling Zhen handed over his hand and said, "I thanked the old man for the drink. It tastes so good that I'm afraid I won't know the taste of meat for three days."
"I just came here, and I haven't even drank a few bottles of wine. Are you leaving now?"
Weng Zhongwen looked reluctant to leave and said, "Okay, just wait, don't leave in a hurry, I have something for you."
After saying this, the immortal old man stepped forward and hurried into the back room. After a while, he brought out a package with a smile on his face, "Here is a package that I have carefully refined over the past ten years." I have some elixirs that can guarantee my personal safety, so please take them with you in case you need them in case of emergencies."
Ling Zhen returned the gift again to express his gratitude.
After Qiu Jin took it over, the old Taoist was curious and asked inexplicably: "Boy, what level of cultivation are you at now?"
Qiu Jin, who was Jian Qiu's friend for many years, did not hide it at all and replied: "The failure in opening the sky caused my realm to plummet, and I fell all the way to the fourth-level Ning Zhen realm. It was both dangerous and tragic. And in that thatched room In the house, I meditated in seclusion and cultivated my mind, knocking on the gates as hard as I could. Finally, after spending ten years, I got rid of the shadow. I practiced from the fourth level of Ningzhen Realm to the second level of Xuanmen Realm. The legacy of the evil has been wiped away. By the way, this brother Ling who came here with me is probably a monk in this realm. Both he and I have opened the Xuanmen, and our swords are pointing at the first-level supreme."
Ye Yiran was greatly shocked, his pupils shrank uncontrollably, and he thought to himself: "This guy actually has a second-grade cultivation level?! The guy in the green robe also has it... No wonder the two demons of the Styx are not the opponent of the two of them. !”
Ling Zhen admired in his heart, but couldn't help but glance at Qiu Jin.
How many practitioners in the world find it difficult to return to their peak after falling down once?
Qiu Jin is an exception among exceptions.
Weng Zhongwen nodded in recognition and once again praised heartily: "It's amazing. I'm afraid you are the only one who can get up after falling so miserably. It's really not easy." Something. Come on, kid, lower your head, I have something else for you."
Qiu Jin, who was taller than the old Taoist priest, lowered his head as he was told. Suddenly he felt a hand covering the top of his head, and a warm current suddenly poured in from Baihui point and quickly dispersed into the veins of the whole body. .
Qiu Jin was quite surprised. He raised his head and looked at his old friend Jian Qiu with incredible eyes.
After a while, Weng Zhongwen released his hand and covered Ling Zhen again.
The latter remained silent and motionless.
After letting go again, the old Taoist's face was covered with sweat, and beads of sweat fell down.
Those gray hair have also turned into a color as white as snow, with no black hair visible, and the wrinkles on his face have become much more numerous.
"I have given you all the true energy and sword intention that I have cultivated through a lifetime of practice. Not even a trace remains."
Weng Zhongwen's voice was obviously weak at this moment, "From now on, I will be a useless person and can no longer use the sword. From now on, the 'Three Skills of Jiangnan' will only include wine skills and medical skills, and there will be no sword skills."
Qiu Jin was silent for a long time.
Ling Zhen was so moved that he was so excited that he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man with a wide range of motions. One after the other, Qiu Jin also knelt down and knelt down to perform the salute.
First, Ling Zhen thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, old man, for the gift of sword intent!"
Afterwards, Qiu Jinzhen said loudly: "Thank you... Erjue for your kindness in passing on the martial arts today!"
Weng Zhongwen didn't mind the new nickname of "Weng Erjue". He laughed freely and stepped forward to help Ling Zhen and Qiu Jin up. He then said to Wang Nian Jiao Qiu Jin: "You bastard, how old are we?" Although we are a few rounds behind each other, we are friends of the same generation, so why are you kowtowing to me? Is it possible that you are getting an advantage and acting like a good boy, hoping to shorten my life by a few years?"
"Where are you, old man, you really know how to tell jokes."
Qiu Jin waved his hand, "If you want to kowtow, why don't you kowtow? After receiving a big benefit, you should give a big gift, otherwise I will feel guilty. Isn't that right, Brother Ling?"
Ling Zhen nodded heavily, "It is inevitable. If we don't kowtow, Brother Qiu and I will feel so guilty that we may not even be able to sleep well."
