I have a hundred thousand times talent

"Yeah, it stands to reason that everyone has admitted it, and he doesn't need to hold back anymore!"

In the void, Qin Taiming looked at Qin Yu's appearance, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he became.

"Tai Ah, you are a good patriarch, you can find such a talented son of God, not bad!"

Qin Tai'a smiled and waved his hands and said: "No, this has nothing to do with me! This is hand-picked by the Nine Suns Sacred Ancestor!"

"Oh?" Qin Taiming's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "It's so, this is terrible, my dear!"

Suddenly there was no movement in the sky, and he frowned and said, "Strange, if I remember correctly, the 36th peak should be one peak away! Such a proud son of heaven, what are they waiting for? Hurry up and finish it, so I can visit my benefactor ah!"

"It seems... there is still Wan Xuefeng who hasn't shown up!"

"Among the four Taoists, Qin Zhongming is the son of the master of Wanxue Peak. Now he has never shown up, nor has Wanxue Peak. It must have been done on purpose!"

"What?" Qin Taiming stared, and said angrily, "Bad boy, how dare you hate the benefactor of labor and capital? I'll take his skin off!"

The corners of the mouths of the people present twitched, and they couldn't help laughing.

Qin Taiming is the former mountain lord of Wanxue Peak.

Master of the current mountain master!

………………

On Ten Thousand Blood Peak, Qin Bo, the owner of the peak, stood on the side of the cliff on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

Behind him stood Qin Zhongming, one of the Four Great Daoists.

"You came here on purpose, and said so much, just to let me not recognize Qin Yu's position as the Son of God?" Qin Bo said in a low voice without turning his head.

It's just that there are inevitably some complicated emotions between the words.

His son was originally one of the four most outstanding Tianjiao among the immortal Qin clan.

Unparalleled in talent, extraordinary in mind, and many followers in the clan, he is expected to be the Son of God.

But since Qin Yu appeared, all this has changed.

He began to worry about gains and losses, and he had no intention of practicing swordsmanship, and his mind was full of conspiracy and calculation all day long.

"That's right!" Qin Zhongming gritted his teeth as if he didn't hear the slight disappointment in his father's words.

Ever since he expected that Qin Yu would get the support of most of the Qin clan's senior officials, he ran to his father non-stop, fearing that he would also be forced by the situation and ring the bell to approve.

"You should know that he has already been recognized by the entire Qin clan. Even if I don't stand up now, after the ceremony of conferring gods the day after tomorrow, he can still ring my Sacred Heart Bell on the Ten Thousand Blood Peak!"

"His Son of God position is unshakable!"

Listening to his father's words in his ear, Qin Zhongming felt even more depressed.

Why didn't he know this, but... now what else can he do?

"The more you offend him now, the more difficult your life will be when he sits firmly on the Son of God in the future. Even if he doesn't do anything to you, the Qin clan's mountain masters will isolate you!" Qin Bo said indifferently. Said: "At that time, you will even be dead in name only!"

"I'm just not reconciled..." Qin Zhongming lowered his head with a complicated expression.

Hearing this, Qin Bo turned his head to look at him, and sighed: "It's common sense for young people to be aggressive! I tried my best, and I have to learn to accept it no matter whether I win or lose. How can a person be undefeated in his life!"

"Father taught me that!"

"Go back, don't mention this matter again!" Qin Bo waved his hand and said.

Qin Zhongming suddenly said: "The child knows that he has failed his father's expectations, and he will definitely reflect on it when he goes back, but..."

Then he raised his head, with hope in his eyes: "Father, please don't ring the Sacred Heart Bell, and give the child a chance! Once the 36 peaks take the initiative to recognize Qin Yu as the Son of God, his power in the clan will reach an unprecedented peak , the child will... have no chance to surpass it!"

As soon as these words came out, an uncontrollable anger flashed in Qin Bo's eyes, and he snorted, "I'm obsessed! As a child of the Qin clan, I don't want to rely on my own strength to gain the approval of the clan, and my mind is full of these undesirable crooked ways." , how can it be done?"

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! The position of the Son of God is related to our Qin clan community, how could it be designed by you? Sit...much more suitable than you!"

When Qin Zhongming heard this, his face changed.

Unexpectedly, his father also felt that he was not as good as him, Qin Yu.

"It's also my fault that I indulged you too much when I was a child, and developed your mentality like a rotten tree! After the Conferring God Ceremony, you concealed your name and went to the Dao Domain under the Qin Clan to sharpen your life."

"You can't bring your retinue with you, and you're not allowed to reveal your identity until it's a life-and-death moment!"

"When will you figure it out, and when will you return to the clan!"

As his words fell, Qin Zhongming's expression suddenly became ugly.

Concealing his identity and going to hone in the Dao Domain under the command of the Qin Clan, this is exile in disguise!

Since he was a child of rich clothes and fine food, he has been used to countless people, how can he stand that kind of feeling?

It's just that he knows his father's temper, and he won't change his mind no matter what he says.

Why?Why is this happening!

No matter what, he never thought that this time he came to ask his father for help, but let himself end up like this.

Reluctantly lowered his head, clenched his teeth, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and he said unwillingly: "Yes!"

After Qin Zhongming stepped back, Qin Bo looked at the misty clouds in front of him, and heaved a long sigh, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

He cleaned his clothes, bowed to the void in front of him, and bowed: "Welcome Master!"

hum!

The space trembled, and a majestic old man stepped forward, it was Qin Taiming.

He looked at the disciple in front of him with a slightly sad look on his face, and said, "It's been two thousand years, so you still recognize me, Master!"

"What did the master say, as a teacher for a day, a father for life, the disciple can have what he is today, thanks to the support of the master! Even if the disciple dies, he will not dare to forget the grace of the master!" Qin Bo said quickly, bowing his body got lower.

Hearing this, Qin Taiming's face softened a lot.

He nodded, walked down from the void, and came to the former.

"My grandson... Oh, it's your precious son who was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. Now I let you send him out like this. Do you have any complaints against me?"

"Don't dare to blame Master!" Qin Bo said: "This disciple has no way to teach his children, and he has developed his current temperament, which almost affects the plans of the Qin family. This disciple is guilty!"

[Author's digression]: The fourth update, and one more update

Chapter 161: The whole family is boiling, and the mind is enchanted

He raised his head, glanced at Qin Taiming's expression, and said slowly: "It's just that I still feel a little reluctant after all!"

It turned out that as early as when Qin Zhongming went up the mountain, Qin Taiming's divine sense had already found Qin Bo first.

All Qin Zhongming's words just now were heard by Qin Taiming.

God knows how scared Qin Bo was when Qin Zhongming uttered nonsense just now.

I was afraid that Qin Taiming would slap him into ashes directly.

Qin Taiming stared at this disciple who hadn't seen him for many years. After a long time, he nodded and said: "Since you know it well, it's inconvenient for me to say more."

"Just now, I used my divine sense to scan the top and bottom of Wanxue Peak. These years...you are a very good peak master, at least better than me!"

"Master's praise! Disciple dare not be..."

"When I passed on to you, I told you that no matter how much I fight between the 36 peaks of the Qin Clan, I will always be a member of the Qin Clan!"

"Everything about us, even our lives, is not worth mentioning in front of the future of the Qin clan!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Bo cupped his hands and solemnly said: "Master taught me, I dare not forget even half of it for so many years!"

Qin Taiming nodded, then pointed to the sky, and said, "I have seen that young man on Wutong Mountain. The future responsibility of the Qin clan will surely fall on his shoulders."

"As the current peak master of Ten Thousand Blood Peak, don't be blinded by the rest of the fetters, and be careful not to make mistakes!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Bo trembled, and immediately understood Qin Taiming's meaning, respectfully said: "Master, don't worry, this disciple has not yet reached the point where my eyesight is dim, and my Qin clan has such a son, so I should do my best, Assist the great cause!"

"Ok!"

Qin Taiming nodded, took a step forward, and disappeared before his eyes.

clang!

After three breaths, a loud bell rang within the Qin clan.

Suddenly, the whole family boiled!

………………

Whoa!

In the middle of the night, in the bamboo forest, as the bright sword light swept across, large pieces of tall green bamboo were cut into pieces and scattered in all directions.

The sword light is fierce, but without any rules, it seems to be telling the master's complicated mood.

Clang!

The sword light converges, and Qingfeng goes into the sheath.

The black-clothed figure sat heavily on the side of the stone table, holding the hilt of the sword in his slender hand and thrusting it heavily into the soft ground under his feet.

Swish!

Together with the scabbard, it went deep into the soil.

He grabbed the exquisite white jade jug in front of him, and poured it directly to his mouth without pouring it into the cup.

The long hair in the shawl danced wildly, and the corners of the slender eyes were faintly bloodshot.

After drinking the wine jug in one gulp, he panted heavily and patted the stone table in front of him hard.

If it weren't for the fact that the stone table in front of him is made of high-quality stone, it would be reduced to dust with just one palm.

"Qin Yu..."

He muttered these two words in a low voice, quite a bit like gnashing his teeth.

In the daytime, the figure of Shengxue in white clothes could not help appearing in his mind.

The thin, not tall boy in white clothes vaguely became his nightmare.

"Tsk tsk... pitiful!"

At this moment, there was a shrill and abnormal sound in the pitch-black bamboo forest, like Mu Ru complaining of sorrow.

At first it sounds thousands of miles away, but the next moment it is close to your ears.

Like the long cry of night owls, it can stop children from crying.

Qin Zhongming turned his head suddenly, his eyes flashed coldly, but he was not too surprised.

"It's you again? What are you doing here?"

The voice did not directly answer his question, but instead said:

"It's dark and cold here, and you don't have the slightest popularity... But other places in the Qin Clan are full of lights and festoons, full of excitement!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Zhongming's body stiffened slightly, and he groaned, "What does this have to do with me?"

Hearing this, the voice suddenly laughed wantonly: "What does it have to do with you? Hahaha! It really has nothing to do with you... They are preparing the ceremony for the God Son of the Qin Clan, and you are not the God Son of the Qin Clan, haha !"

"Oh, that's right! Not only are you not the god son of the Qin clan, but soon... you can't even become a Taoist son of the Qin clan! Exile from the Qin clan, tsk tsk... just think about it!"

Swish!

The corners of Qin Zhongming's eyes twitched, bloodshot, and he stood up in vain.

With one palm, Qingfeng unsheathed, spinning bright sword flowers in the dark night in front of him.

Stab out suddenly!

puff!

The long sword stabbed precisely on a slender green bamboo, on which a strange black shadow was slowly wriggling.

"Good swordsmanship~!"

A playful sound of appreciation suddenly came from his ear.

Qin Zhongming knew very well that his sword just now did not cause any harm to the person hiding in the shadows.

Zheng!

The sword intent erupted, and the fine bamboo turned into powder.

The black shadow turned into fragments and merged into the night.