With a bang, the bedroom door was kicked open again, Long Hai walked in with a frown, and asked coldly: "Who is screaming?"
Chen Lei struggled and ran towards Long Hai, like a frightened little animal.
Disgust flashed across Long Hai's face, and he whipped him to the ground hard. He cursed, "Trash!" Then he turned Chen Lei over with his toes.
Chen Lei's clothes were wrinkled and torn, but his head and face were not damaged, but the purple-black pinch marks on his throat were obviously abnormal.
Long Hai was not interested in reading any more. He raised his voice and asked, "Who did it?"
Qianye sat up from the bed and said calmly: "It's me."
Long Hai narrowed his eyes, looked Qianye up and down for a while, and said, "Okay, boy, you have the guts! Come here! Take him out, give him ten lashes, and then hang him until tomorrow morning!"
Qianye did not resist or struggle, nor was he afraid, and just followed the guard out.
Not long after, the familiar sound of children being whipped could be heard outside the window . Every sound of whipping stirred up dark memories in their hearts, and many children's expressions became unnatural.
But there was only the sound of whipping outside the window, but there was no sound of Qianye.
There was no scream, no groan, not even a muffled groan, as if what the guards were smoking was just a piece of wood.
Long Hai had left, but Chen Lei suddenly collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up. The whipping Chen Lei received just now was not a light one, and the injury was even worse. It would take less than a month for him to recover.
The eyes of the children around him were full of sarcasm and disdain. Now everyone can see that the somewhat thin Qianye is the real ruthless person. Chen Lei wanted to establish his authority, but unfortunately he chose the wrong person, and it was a big mistake.
"Sleep well!" the child who ranked first in strength in the class said meaningfully.
Early the next morning, when Qianye was put down after hanging up all night, he was so weak that he could hardly stand. But he staggered to keep up with the morning jog. Although it took other children three laps to run, Qianye could only move one lap, but he finally completed all the training tasks, but it took up most of the breakfast time later.
By the time he fell asleep at night, Qianye had only completed half of the scheduled training volume for the whole day, and his results would undoubtedly be at the bottom. But the entire dormitory seemed to have suddenly forgotten about it, and no one even mentioned it.
In the past, any child would be beaten ten times and have to stay in bed for the next few days. No one would risk his life like Qianye. Every movement would stretch the whip marks and cause severe pain. Therefore, in the past, children who received ten lashes would give up and would not even get a little bit of training, let alone half of it.
It's late at night and the children are going to bed one after another.
Chen Lei suddenly knelt down in front of Qianye, hugged Qianye's thigh, and began to cry and beg for mercy.
Qianye glanced at Chen Lei, then slowly but firmly pushed him away, climbed into his bed, and fell asleep.
All the children were asleep except Chen Lei. He stood on the ground, clenching and unclenching his fists, his face full of struggle.
Qianye was whipped, and Chen Lei also suffered internal injuries. Although it is easiest to kill Qianye at this time, what Chen Lei is afraid of is the punishment after succeeding. However, maybe there is another fear deep in his heart that he is unwilling to admit. Can he beat Qianye in his current state?
This week, Qianye's training results fell out of the top half as expected. But on the way to the training room, the top child in the class suddenly walked up to Qianye and handed over a piece of 'Zhu Yan's Blood'.
"I have four yuan of this thing, but I can't actually use it that much," he said.
As the top scorer, this child has always had extra preferential treatment.
Qianye looked at him in surprise. After thinking about it, he took it generously, then stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Qianye."
The boy smiled: "My name is Song Zining."
The two children held hands together and got to know each other again. Although they already knew each other's names.
This week, Song Zining will give Qianye a piece of 'Zhu Yan's Blood' every day until Qianye returns to the top half of the list at the weekend and has his own quota of 'Zhu Yan's Blood'.
Other than that, Song Zining and Qianye didn't have much communication, and they didn't even exchange a few words.
In the tenth month, Qianye finally cultivated three rounds of force tides and began to attack the node barrier with all his strength. Two months ago, Song Zining had already ignited the Force node.
Qianye discovered at this time that when the force tides were superimposed for three rounds, the counter-shock force was already twice that of the first round, and each wave would cause severe pain in the body when it rebounded. If this trend continues, it is estimated that by the tenth round of the force tide, the pain will become almost like whipping. By then, I don't know how many people will be able to persevere.
No wonder there are very few people who can refine the art of military attack to an advanced level. Not only because it will hurt oneself, but also the pain during the cultivation process is not something that anyone can bear. For Qianye, there was an additional problem. Whenever waves of force crossed his chest, the old wounds would ache.
At eleven months, Qianye finally broke through the barrier!
When the barrier shattered, his force flowed into the node like a tide, and the node seemed to have suction, sucking in the surrounding force like a whale, and the force increased at a rate twice as fast as before.
When the force is gathered to the extreme, a little light appears deep in the node, jumping like a candle flame in the wind. This is the sign that the Force node is ignited.
Now Qianye has finally stepped into the ranks of a first-class soldier, and has been different from civilians ever since.
After the instructors confirmed that Qianye's force node had been ignited, one more item was added to Qianye's rationed supplies. This dark brown pill is said to be very good for repairing injuries to internal organs, and is an auxiliary medicine for practicing the art of military attack.
In the next month, Qianye slowed down the progress of his training as required, controlled the flow of the force tide, repeatedly washed and nourished the nodes, and practiced thousands of times, making the integration of the internal and external force more natural and complete.
But his force power is still increasing rapidly, and as the force power increases, Qianye's various physical qualities have also improved significantly. Although he is only a child under ten years old, he can already lift fifty kilograms of weight with one hand.
After Qianye, children started to light up the nodes one after another. By the time limit of one year set by Zhang Jing, most of the more than sixty children left in the class had ignited the Force nodes, but there were also three children who failed. After the acceptance test, Qianye never saw them again.
In this way, the second year of training camp passed by without realizing it. Qianye's class was filled with another hundred people.
In the third year, Qianye will be ten years old.
Starting from this year, he will officially hit the second Force node, which is also the node on his chest. This node is very important among the nine Force nodes, second only to the forehead node in importance. In many techniques, this place is called the Sea of Qi, which directly determines the depth of the Force that a person can cultivate in the future.
After completing the warming process of the first node, Qianye calmly began to attack the second force node.
The surging force gradually turned into waves, rushing towards the nodes in his chest. But just as the surging force passed through the wound area, an indescribable severe pain suddenly struck!
This kind of severe pain is completely beyond the range that humans can bear! Qianye screamed and fell to the ground, twitching continuously, blood foaming from the corners of his mouth, and passed out in the blink of an eye.
When the guards heard the cry, they immediately rushed into Qianye's training room. They were startled when they saw his strange behavior, and then quickly took Qianye away.
A moment later, in the room where the biological structure class was usually held, Qianye was naked and lying on the metal teaching platform. There is no extra infirmary or other facilities in the training camp.
Only Zhang Jing and Long Hai were present, while Shadow was left outside to block the others.
In front of the teaching desk, Shen Tu moved in a leisurely manner, just like he usually demonstrated in class. He used various tools to make three very small holes in the scar on Qianye's chest.
After a while, the old man stopped and slowly arranged all the tools. He did not look at Qianye, who was still sleeping, but turned his attention to Zhang Jing and Long Hai, "You have been his instructors for so long, you can't fail to notice..."
Long Hai's expression became a little unnatural.
Zhang Jing suddenly smiled charmingly and said casually: "Isn't it just plundering with the force?"
Long Hai's expression became even more ugly, while the corners of Shentu's mouth twitched a few times. In fact, Zhang Jing's smile was a little unnatural.
At this moment, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, and a man strode in and said, "Yes, it's Force Plunder." The shadow followed him.
Several people turned around in surprise, and were even more surprised when they saw who was coming.
"Director Sun!"
The person who came in was a middle-aged man, slightly short in stature and very stocky. He has an ordinary face with a Chinese character, and his facial features are extremely ordinary. At first glance, there is nothing memorable about him. This is Sun Ni, the teaching director of the training camp. He is wearing an old and faded military uniform with no military rank on it.
孙倪走到千夜身前,伸手在他胸前的疤痕上抚过,手上泛起濛濛原力光华,片刻后收手,叹道:"果然如此!这个孩子,还真是可惜了."
Zhang Jing noticed something sensitively: "This is the person sent by Lin Shuai. Is there a problem?"
"What do you think?" Sun Ni asked calmly.
Long Hai was the person who handed over the person at the beginning. He first said: "Although the man was sent by Lin Shuai, he did not make any special explanation, and he did not even say that he wanted to save his life. I heard that he was just an orphan picked up by Lin Shuai on a whim. If There's really something wrong with his origins…"
Shentu's hoarse voice became deeper, with a sinister feeling: "The only ones who have the ability to do such a thing are those few, but how could those people be left alive? It's a bit weird."
Sun Ni smiled meaningfully and said slowly: "I know the news. In fact, other people also know it. In other words, everyone who should know already knows it ."