After drinking the six bowls of strong wine, Qin Ming began to be unable to withstand it. His head was swollen and painful, and he was confused and tilted on the pile of hays, and he fell asleep in a short while.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the distant ancient city of Thunder.

He saw his mother, father, sister, and many familiar relatives.

The city lord's mansion is full of laughter and joy, and it is so beautiful and happy.

Qin Ming ran in excitedly and rushed towards his familiar relatives, but they were obviously in front of him, but they seemed to be unable to see him. He shouted and waved in front of everyone, and the relatives were indifferent.

In a daze, everyone was quiet. They looked up at the sky without expression, staring blankly.

It started raining all over the world, drizzling on everyone, it was very cold, making people shivering.

Sudden……

The picture was broken, like a broken mirror, scattering, and everyone dissipated in the cold rain.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is darker.

Without the ancient city and relatives, Qin Ming seemed to stand on the vast battlefield of killing.

Endless creatures were fighting wildly, shouting and killing the sky, and all kinds of mysterious strange beasts roared in blood and fire.

The overwhelming sky fire and the hurricane that reach the world envelop this world.

The earth is shattering, the sky is sank, and the world is like the end of the world.

In the vast world, a bright red light cuts off the darkness and tears apart the sky fire, as bright as the scorching sun. The bright light penetrates the battlefield, spreads the might of killing, attracting all living beings to mourn and the heroes to be terrified.

Qin Ming walked on the battlefield in a daze, as if he was going to chase the domineering and peerless spirit, but suddenly, the spirit stopped and locked Qin Ming in the air. The endless killing aura surged into the sky and rolled towards Qin Ming overwhelming.

Qin Ming was shocked and sat up in a panic.

Dream! Nightmare!

Qin Ming was sweating all over and woke up most of the wine. He was panting and it took him a while to swallow his mouth.

How could I have such a dream?

I haven't dreamed for many years.

Qin Ming wiped away the cold sweat, felt dry mouth and tongue. He rubbed his swelling and pain and got up, and went to the yard to get some water to drink.

In the cold yard, the old man was sitting under an old tree, turning a black knife in his hand. He didn't know what material was forged, like black iron and black rock, and was covered in darkness and cold air.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head hard, thinking that he was dreaming again.

"Old man?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored it and slowly raised the black knife.

As Qin Ming looked at it, a bone-broken cold air surged into his heart inexplicably. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his dream again, being overwhelmed by endless killings, and felt that the black knife was staring at him. Yes, it was just the feeling of being stared at him.

Qin Ming moved his body carefully, but he still felt he was stared at.

The black knife seemed to have a strange spirituality, which made people shudder, but in the old man's old hand, it was obedient like a pet, swinging with his fingertips, flipping skillfully.

Qin Ming woke up completely and looked at the old man and the black knife carefully. He had seen the old man use a flying knife before, and he used it as a flying knife, and he was playing in the yard. After two days of playing, Qin Ming studied for two days and felt very good. He sharpened nine flying knives himself and practiced them for three years to use them for self-defense.

When he met Zhao Min that day, he took the initiative with the help of a flying knife and caught Zhao Min off guard.

"The name of the sword, Shura." The old man spread his dry right hand, and the black knife was suspended in his palm, with the tip of the knife facing down, and the body of the sword was filled with gloomy cold air, and the surrounding space seemed to be twisted.

"This knife..." Qin Ming's hair stood up all over his body, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the black knife in surprise.

The old man suddenly shook his right hand, and in an instant, the black knife roared and trembled and shot.

A terrifying killing force stirred the warehouse and compound, and filled the world.

At this moment, many elderly people in the thirty mountains of Qingyun Sect opened their eyes collectively, and they captured a murderous aura that made them palpitations.

Qin Ming retreated in horror, but the black sword hit his eyebrows in an instant, as fast as a stream of light, and it was difficult to capture the trajectory.

It does not retreat or advance, and it touches the skin between Qin Ming's eyebrows.

The sharp tip of the knife was extremely cold, as if it was about to freeze Qin Ming's soul.

"Old man...you..." Qin Ming did not dare to move around, sweat was hanging on his forehead. He really felt the threat of death, and he seemed to be hugged by the god of death, and his body was full of chills and his breathing was not smooth.

"Don't use it randomly before Xuanwu Realm." The old man pushed his right hand from the air, and the black knife pierced into Qin Ming's brow. In an instant, Qin Ming seemed to fall into an ice cave, and the bone-bone cold spread throughout his body. Every cell seemed to be emitting cold air, and his breathing seemed to be about to solidify.

The consciousness was spinning, unable to say the pain or drowsiness. Qin Ming sat on the ground with difficulty. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his body actually evaporated black air, churning all over his body, and soon drowned him.

In a trance, the old man walked towards him with his hands behind his back. He only saw the old man's eyes, like an endless abyss, trying to swallow people.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered, slowly lying on the ground.

Everything is unreal, illusory and terrible.

Dreaming? It should be dreaming.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was the next morning. He was actually lying in the yard, with the warm sunshine shining on his body, and he felt indescribably comfortable.

"Why am I lying here?"

Qin Ming stretched his body hard, his whole body was light and comfortable, and there was no cold feeling.

"I'm dreaming, I'm so drunk, so drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and jumped, moved his body, and exercised as usual.

He punched several times in the air, and then stirred up an arc and combined with the metal force to hit the first three sections.

But while fighting, Qin Ming stopped there, staring at the right arm that was running around with the arc.

There seem to be a lot more arcs today, but they are not smooth to use.

What's going on?

Have you drunk too much last night?

Qin Mingyun turned his meridians, opened the arc, and punched a few more times, but this time, he was really stunned.

"I seem to have…break through?"

"Lingwu...the fourth level of heaven?"

"How is that possible!"

Qin Ming was incredible, and he had broken through to the fourth level of Lingwu in a confused way?

But soon the problem arose. Not only did the realm improve, but the meridians widen, there was something else in the Dantian Qi Sea. A black knife filled with black mist, floating above the quiet Qi Sea.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't I dream last night?"

Qin Mingzai carefully checked, yes, the realm has really improved, but because of the inexplicable improvement, the spiritual power in the meridians is still in the state of the third heaven, and urgently needs to be replenished. There is really a pitch-black knife in the sea of ​​Qi, exactly the same as the one given to him by the old man in the "Dream".

Not a dream? Not a dream!

This mysterious black knife was given to me by the old man!

"Old man! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

But strangely, there was no one in the warehouse and the old man was not inside.

Qin Ming returned to the yard, and the old man was not there either.

In the past eight years, the old man has either been dazed under the trees or missed the dead in front of the grave, or went to the warehouse to sleep, and never left the warehouse for a half-step.

"Strange, where has the old man been?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad premonition. He carefully searched the warehouse and courtyard, and searched the surroundings of the low mountains, but he did not find the old man.

"Leave?"

"Impossible, I left without saying hello?"

"But the old man was really weird yesterday."

"Is it because of yesterday's girl?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

A worn cotton blanket and a few sewn clothes were all the belongings of the old man, and he didn't take any of them away.

"Is this a mystery?"

Qin Ming pressed his hand on the worn-out clothes, and there seemed to be something inside. He slowly lifted it up, a note, a word - fate!

Under the note, there is a sword book and an ancient sword.

A stream of ancient and grandeur came to my face. The sword book and the ancient sword themselves seemed to have real sword energy, making the surrounding air full of a hint of sharpness and coldness.

"The old man is really leaving?" Qin Ming picked up the note in a daze, suddenly feeling lost, and it seemed that something had suddenly been lost in his heart.

Leaving?

Are you really leaving?
To be continued...