Three more years, that is, eight years of joint rule, it has been twenty-one years since Qin Yuan came to this world. This year, Qin Yuan is forty-one years old.
body check.
The Taotai (where the spiritual mind is) changed from a large pool of water to half a fish pond.
The gold film completion degree increased from 65% to 90%.
The air sea develops vertically and becomes the size of a coal mountain.
The Five Birds Killing Technique is close to Dzogchen.
The Ba Dao sword technique has reached great success.
Mana increased from seventy years to one hundred years.
"I, Qin Yuan, can achieve what I have today all because of myself."
Qin Yuan said proudly.
As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
After a while.
Qin Yuan appeared in front of a bronze mirror.
In fact, he doesn't need a mirror, but life needs a sense of ritual, especially for someone like him who is immortal.
"old"
Qin Yuan is like Yin Zhong who has lived for five hundred years. His hair, beard, and eyebrows are constantly turning white and growing in the strong wind caused by the vibration of Qi machine.
Within half a quarter of an hour, Qin Yuan seemed to be a hundred years old.
It seems that he will die in the next moment.
Soon, Qin Yuan retreated to about forty years old.
Still a handsome guy.
Sure enough, being handsome is a lifelong matter.
The time is right.
Qin Yuan came to Zuo Shiyuan, a peaceful and harmonious place. Amidst the active greetings of countless juniors, he came to the residence of the head of the hospital.
He reached for the door.
"Bang bang bang"
"Come in"
Qin Yuan walked in.
The old superior Yang Huchan was sitting behind the chair.
Now, this guy is still as popular as he was then.
After Weiting disappeared, he hugged Duan Hu's lap again.
It can be said that he is an official tumbler.
"Yuanda, you came just in time to advise your nephew not to do stupid things again. If I hadn't protected him in front of General Duan, he would have died."
Yang Huchan said with a headache.
"The Headmaster has taken the trouble."
Qin Yuan said apologetically.
What's going on?
In the past few years, Duan Hu and Feng Gou have created more and more demons, causing resentment among the people in the north.
Many people of insight stood up and called on everyone to overthrow the rule of Duan Hu and Feng Gou.
The one who danced the most in the past few months was his good nephew, Shao Pingping.
He continued to write articles in tabloids and posted exposés to scold Duan Hu and Feng Gou. He also went to the gate of the ruling government office and scolded them in front of them.
Now he has been locked up in a dark prison.
"Don't worry, editor-in-chief, I will solve this matter."
Qin Yuan was about to leave when Yang Huchan suddenly asked: "Yuanda, your cultivation level has not reached the ninth level yet?"
"No"
Qin Yuan shook his head.
A ninth-grade martial artist who does not take shortcuts and achieves his goals step by step is the target of all parties' efforts to win over him even now.
Only when his brain was twitching could he show his ninth-level cultivation.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Yang Huchan's eyes.
Duan Hu and Feng Gou have recently been looking for ninth-level warriors who have never practiced Wu Qin Xi Tu.
Very urgent.
If he could find it, he would surely win the favor of both of them.
Everyone said that he was an official tumbler.
That's actually it.
If you don't do a good job, you will be kicked aside.
After leaving Zuo Shiyuan, Qin Yuan jumped on the third generation's beloved little donkey.
The first generation died of old age three years ago and was buried under the peach tree.
The second generation was struck by lightning on a rainy day last year and turned into ripe donkey meat on the spot. He ate three large bowls of it with tears in his eyes.
Arrive at Tianlao, which is not very clean as always.
Qin Yuan went in without even handing over the voucher.
Having been in and out for more than 20 years, no one in the prison knows Qin Jiuji.
Some of the leaders have not benefited from Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan originally planned to find an opportunity to fake his death in a few days and come back under a different account to continue, but now he hesitated.
This kind of connections accumulated over the years can virtually solve too many troubles.
Doing it again would probably bore you to death.
Not long after, Qin Yuan appeared outside a relatively clean cell.
Qin Yuan, who had been shielding his breathing, sniffed with his spiritually sealed nose and could still smell the smell of urine.
Alas, it is an ancient prison cell after all.
The requirements cannot be too high.
Look inside.
Shao Pingping sat against the wall on a wooden bed that was about to fall apart. She was wearing rusty handcuffs and shackles, but there were no injuries on her body.
Obviously the people in Tianlao gave Qin Yuan face.
Otherwise, it would at least be a hundred killing sticks.
With Shao Pingping's small body, even if she didn't die, she would still have to lose half her life.
"Pingping"
Qin Yuan shouted.
When she heard someone calling her, she was still very familiar. Shao Pingping turned her head and saw it was Qin Yuan, with undisguised admiration on her face: "Uncle Qin, you are here."
"The brat got into such a big trouble and still acts like a normal person."
After getting along for so many years, Qin Yuan has regarded Shao Pingping as half a son.
The other half son is Li Shoumin.
But Qin Yuan doesn't need to worry about that kid.
"It's done anyway." Shao Pingping looked calm.
The calmness was a little different from what he should have at his age.
"This kind of thing is beyond your control"
Qin Yuan's words made Shao Pingping excited.
"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. In today's world, demons are dancing around, and everyone living in our lives is neither human nor ghost. If you don't stand up, and I won't stand up, what hope is there?"
There are three types of people in this world: smart people, fools, and people who are willing to be fools.
The third kind of people are the most valuable and the most hopeless.
At this time, the jailer opened the cell, put down the table and chairs, and wiped them thoughtfully.
Qin Yuan followed the procedure, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started asking.
"The first question is, are there people from the south supporting you?"
"No"
Shao Pingping answered simply.
The eyes are also very clear.
Either he has perfected his lying skills, or he is telling the truth.
Qin Yuan prefers the latter.
"Second question, have you?"
"Uncle Qin," Shao Pingping interrupted Qin Yuan's question: "I don't have any allies either. I oppose Duan Hu and Feng Gou, the two monsters who eat people without spitting out their bones. I want to call on everyone to get rid of these two scourges. "
This kid is much better than his father.
He is also much classier than his uncle.
"You have to think clearly. You are still young. If you take this step, there will be no way back."
Qin Yuan gave another earnest advice.
Just like he persuaded Lin Yidong back then.
"Uncle Qin, I have made up my mind, please stop trying to persuade me."
Shao Pingping said firmly.
Then, he turned his back to Qin Yuan.
You bastard, you can turn your face faster than you can turn the pages of a book.
Considering his heroic and youthful appearance, Qin Yuan was not offended.
"What about drinking and eating meat? If you don't want it, I can enjoy it alone. It's all good stuff and you can't get it in the cell."
Qin Yuan conjured up a large bag of cooked donkey meat and fifty-year-old Moutai.
There is also Maotai in this world, but it is not very famous in Beijing.
As for why the meat that came out was donkey meat, not beef, duck, or chicken.
This is because Qin Yuan became addicted to donkey meat after eating it last time.
"This is acceptable"
Shao Pingping immediately returned to the table.
With quick movements of his left and right hands, he feasted.
At this time, Shao Pingping was no different from an ordinary young man.
