Qin Ming returned to the mountain to offer sacrifices.
This time it was much faster than when he went there, but when he was approaching the main priest's mountain bush, he encountered something strange.
It was getting dark. Qin Ming took a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a spiritual trout, and was about to light a fire to grill the fish when a man suddenly broke into the valley.
His steps were staggering, his clothes were in tatters, and he was wearing dark shackles, like a prisoner.
He was staggering, weak and exhausted.
Qin Ming frowned slightly, stood up slowly, and placed his right hand on the flying knife at his waist, wary of him.
This man had disheveled hair and was covered in dirt. He seemed to have no idea that there was anyone in the valley.
He stood at the entrance of the valley for a while, then slowly backed away.
But at this moment, shouts came from the old forest outside the valley, as if a group of people were rushing here.
The man's hair was messy and almost stuck to his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but Qin Ming could feel his inner struggle. The sound from behind was getting closer and closer. The man gritted his teeth and turned around to run away.
Qin Ming suddenly pointed to the valley: "Hide there!"
The man looked inside, then looked at Qin Ming. Without saying a word, he stumbled and hid in the innermost part of the valley. There was a thick piece of vine grass there, and there was a hidden corner behind the vine grass.
Qin Ming seemed like nothing had happened, sitting on the stone and roasting his spiritual trout.
After a while, a group of men in black attire rushed into the valley. Their aura was very strong, like unsheathed swords. It seemed that you could feel the sharp energy coming from a long distance away.
At a glance, they saw Qin Ming grilling fish by the lake. They all frowned and did not rush in rashly.
Qin Ming's heart tightened, and he raised his eyes to look at them calmly. These people were wearing the same clothes, with the same scimitars, and they also wore white jade masks. There were only two thin slits on the masks, which looked very strange.
"Has someone been here just now?" One person asked Qin Ming, his voice was deep and thick, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.
Qin Ming looked at him, then looked around, and continued to flip the trout in his hand: "Are you talking to me?"
"Is there anyone else here?" The man in black said in a slightly cold tone.
"If you want to eat fish, I can reward you with some. If you want to cause trouble, I'll play with you." Qin Ming was very calm and pretended to be cool. If he was calm, he would make a profit. If he couldn't control it, he would turn around and get into the lake next to him. This lake looks small, but there is a channel under the lake bottom that extends all the way to the rushing river outside. He had already figured out the surrounding terrain, otherwise he would not have dared to eat and rest here.
"Haha, you arrogant boy." A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, but they felt a little worried. This place is deep in the Yunluo Forest, full of dangers, and it is difficult for a person to survive. But this young man is not only neatly dressed and clean, he seems to have just taken a bath, and he is also grilling fish leisurely. Either he is really confident, or he has other partners who have not come back for the time being. There are often some powerful figures in the forest who lead their disciples to practice.
They had a mission and didn't want to cause trouble. They stood there for a while and then all retreated.
Qin Ming continued to grill the fish leisurely, and the man hiding in the valley was not in a hurry to come out. It was not until the sky got dark and the group of people who left did not come back that Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and the man slowly walked out.
"Want some? Just right." Qin Ming separated the browned spiritual trout, placed half on the leaves beside him, and ate the other half himself.
The man stood for a long time, until Qin Ming was almost done eating, then he slowly came over, looked at Qin Ming again, and swallowed in big mouthfuls. Maybe he was really hungry, and he finished quickly.
Qin Ming handed him his piece as well.
He was not polite, took it and ate it hungrily.
Qin Ming didn't ask anything. Saving him was a simple matter, but that didn't mean he had to get involved. The group of people's attire looked like they were from a special force, let alone getting involved.
Late at night, the man did not leave. He was huddled behind the vines. He was as skinny as a stick, and his clothes were as tattered as strips of cloth. Heavy shackles hung on his wrists, ankles and waist, leaving shocking blood marks. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and his true appearance could not be seen.
In the darkness, his eyes were empty, looking at the weeds in front of him without focus. His body was thin and thin. He didn't know whether it was cold or pain, and he shivered from time to time.
Qin Ming did not chase him away. He sat cross-legged and meditated near the waterfall, absorbing the life energy between heaven and earth, and adjusting his spirit and state.
It was a peaceful night, no one disturbed anyone, and those people never came back.
Early the next morning, Qin Ming came to the ivy and frowned at the sleeping person inside.
He looked like a teenager, not very old, but his body was covered with injuries, as if he had endured a lot of torture.
Qin Ming took out two spiritual herbs and a pair of clean clothes from the baggage and placed them beside him.
The boy woke up from his dream, but he was not panicked or confused.
"I have no ill intentions, I gave it to you." Qin Ming pointed to the spiritual grass and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.
The young man stared blankly at the spiritual grass clothes at his feet, his expression slightly dazed.
Qin Ming left the valley, sneaked in the moist and dense forest, and continued on his way. He is very weak, and he may fall into death if he is not careful, so he will try his best to avoid the dangers that can be avoided, and try not to provoke the spirit monsters. It is important to return to the main sacrifice mountain first, as it is relatively safer there.
But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by a stream and looked back at the forest. A figure was following him stumblingly, it was the young man from last night.
Qin Ming breathed and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do to help you. I only have the Lingwu realm and I have a lot of troubles. It's not a good thing for you to follow me."
The young man stood in the dim shadow of the trees, his head lowered without saying a word, his hair disheveled, and his breath was very cold, which gave people a strange feeling.
"Farewell, see you again if we have the chance." Qin Ming was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something. He untied the Dayan Ancient Sword and walked towards the young man: "Let me see if I can open your shackles."
The young man raised his hands. The shackles looked heavy and made his hands tremble slightly.
Qin Ming held the sword and tested it several times to find the right position. The ancient sword cut diagonally, making a clanging sound and sparks flying, but the shackles were not cut, leaving only a slight mark.
Qin Ming was in disbelief. What material were these shackles made of? The Dayan Ancient Sword cuts through iron like clay, it is very sharp, and its own strength is also very strong, so why can't it cut through it.
The young man's empty eyes swayed slightly, looking intently at the tiny mark.
"I'll try again." Qin Ming pulled him to the side and placed the shackles on the moss-covered stone. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and raised the Dayan Ancient Sword high and horizontally. The sword body vibrated lightly, the sword energy was sharp, and a heavy sword power filled the air silently.
"Qiang!!"
Qin Ming slashed down with his sword, and the deafening clang echoed back to Lao Lin, leaving another mark. However, except for the slight trembling of the shackles, there was no sign of breaking.
"I will try again!"
Qin Ming struck with his sword five times in a row. Although he still didn't break it, he probably determined the hardness of the shackles and had an idea. He moved his shoulders slightly, no longer having any scruples, his eyes were slightly focused, and the mountain and river epee was slashed in the air.
A full blow, no reservations.
Clang! Sparks fly!
There was still only a shallow mark on the shackles, which was no different from before.
So hard! It's just a matter of locking up the child, right
This is not a chain, it can be used as a defensive weapon.
Qin Ming touched the shackles. There seemed to be nothing special about them, but he couldn't break them. He tried the Shanhe Epee three times again, but they failed. Instead, his hands were sore and numb from the shock.
The young man lowered his head and stared at the marks on the shackles with his empty eyes.
"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged. This person is weird, the shackles are weird, and this thing is weird too. Forget it, just do your best, I'm too weak and can't do anything.
"..." The young man opened his mouth, but his voice was unclear.
"What?"
"Sword." The young man raised his eyes and stared at the Dayan Ancient Sword that Qin Ming was putting away through his messy hair.
"My sword?"
"Sword... Lend me..." The young man raised his skinny right hand.
"This won't work." Qin Ming refused. The Dayan Ancient Sword was his most precious sword and a gift from the old man. How could he lend it to a stranger.
The young man grabbed Qin Ming's arm. His hand was dry and slightly yellow, but it was very powerful. Behind his messy hair, his eyes swayed slightly: "Lend me... for a while..." Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.