Three more years, that is, eight years of joint rule, it has been twenty-one years since Qin Yuan came to this world. In 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 power 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 chief courtyard.

He reached for the door.

"Bang bang bang"

"Come in"

Qin Yuan walked in.

The old superior Yang Huchan is sitting behind the chair.

Now, this man is still as popular as he was then.

After Wei Ting 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 been dead."

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.

Feng Gou kept writing articles in tabloids and posting exposés to scold Duan Hu. Feng Gou didn't say anything, but even went to the gate of the ruling Yamen to scold Duan Hu in front of the two 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-level 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 been looking for ninth-level warriors who have never practiced Wu Qin Xi Tu.

Looks very urgent.

If he can find it, he will surely win the favor of both of them.

Everyone said that he was an official tumbler.

Actually, that's about it.

If you don't do a good job, you will be kicked aside.

After leaving Zuo Shiyuan, Qin Yuan jumped onto 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 as clean as ever.

Qin Yuan went in without even handing over the voucher.

He has been in and out of prison for more than 20 years, and no one in the prison knows Qin Jiji.

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 network accumulated over the years has virtually solved 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 was sitting against the wall on a wooden bed that was about to fall apart. She was wearing rusty handcuffs and shackles, and 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 behaves 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 and monsters are dancing around. We live in a world where people are neither human nor ghosts. If you don't stand up and I don't stand up, what hope is there?"

There are three types of people in this world: those who are smart, those who are fools, and those 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 tables and chairs, and wiped them thoughtfully.
To be continued...