Chapter 1 (2/2)
”Those who live in such a muddlesome way must not die easily.” Nie Chen's eyes were cold. It seemed that he was angry because of the light. ”Master, you raised me up and took me to practice, just like parents and children Have you really left me? ”
His eyes, no longer pure, but moist and dark, looking at the shadow of Qingyun Zong disappearing in the distance, his heart beat rapidly.
In the last eye, a tower fell into his eyes. The tower was surrounded by black fog and breathtaking. He was familiar with the smell, and he hated it.”Hum, if it was not for qingjue, the old man who was plotting against master, this cold messenger would not be the master's opponent.” Nie Chen recalled everything three years ago and clenched his teeth. ”If it hadn't been for Qing Jue's treachery, Qingyun sect would have withdrawn secretly and safely...”
”After all, I am too weak If I can be as strong as you, how can you die? How can I be imprisoned in this cage? How can the little seal of the messenger suppress my accomplishments The sky was getting dark, and the night came. In addition to a pair of firm eyes, he also sent out cold light. All Nie Chen's things were submerged in the night.
In the twinkling of an eye, seven days later, Nie Chen opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and his cultivation was sealed. He was just a human being.
Therefore, in the case of Qingchen and Qingchen, who had no food and drink for seven days, was extremely weak.
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”There is a shortage of people recently. Qingchen and qingjue, who have you sent this time?” A fat man, in the iron cage edge to look at the dispirited Nie dust, a bright face, big belly.
”He's worth a lot, Nie Chen, who used to be a little monk. It's enough face to send you such a slave Qingchen said with a little playfulness.
”In addition to mining, our little patriarch can also serve your daily life and help you pour into the nightpot This scenery is not for everyone to enjoy. ” Qing Jue looks at Nie Chen and says in a loud voice.
In the distance is a place similar to a Shanzhai. A row of wooden walls stretch for unknown length. The guards on the wall hear the sound and look at them one after another.
”It's the one...” One was surprised.
”He is still alive, isn't he shot down by the emissary?”
”It's better to live than to die. Look at him like that. Alas, he has been completely reduced from Tianjiao to waste.”
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Nie Chen glanced at those people. It was known that Qing Jue's younger generation was working here. Seeing the usual ridicule on their faces, Nie Chen quietly closed his eyes.
”Ha ha ha ha, thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for your care. It's really a big gift for a small steward of mine The fat man was very excited and laughed up to the sky. He called Qingchen and said, ”come on, some good things have come out of the mine recently. Please come here!”
”Come on, come on!” At last, he was pushed into the narrow stone gate under the stone wall.
”The Royal hand will take you into the mine tomorrow. There will be food in the prison. Keep your physical strength. You can do it!” The cold and arrogant guard turned and left, locking the iron door with a bang.
As time went by, Nie Chen finally got used to the dim light in the room. In a corner, there was a pile of dead animals, which didn't look fresh. There was a big jar filled with muddy water.
”I want to live!” Nie Chen swallows a mouthful of saliva, pours forward, crawls on the corpse, gobbles up.
At the moment, although Nie Chen looks like a wild animal and crazy, he is very conscious in his heart, and his situation does not allow him to criticize.
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”Master, you have always taught me to be patient! Once I didn't agree with you, and I also blamed you for being too tolerant of qingjue... ” After drinking the muddy water, Nie Chen lay in a corner and said, ”now, I know the meaning of tolerance. It's better to choose death if you are loafing about living, and miracles may be created if you lie down on salary and taste gall. ”
Nie Chen's eyebrows wrinkled, and his right index finger and middle finger stretched out to the forearm of his left hand and buckled into the flesh and blood.
A bloody bamboo slip was dug out from his left forearm Before his master was defeated and captured, he buried the bamboo slips in the forearm of his left hand in advance. At that time, his accomplishments were still there, and it was easy to avoid any trace.
This bamboo slip is the only relic left by the master. Until the zongmen incident, Nie Chen did not know its use from him. He has also carefully observed and studied the bamboo slips, but there is no discovery and harvest.
But now
”Is this?” At the moment of digging out the bamboo slips, he clearly saw his blood on the bamboo slips, but somehow disappeared, as if swallowed by the bamboo slips.
Bamboo slips, dense handwriting, slowly presented.