Qin ordered the original route to return to the mountain cluster for the chief priest.
This time it was much faster than before, but when he was approaching the officiant mountain, he encountered a strange thing.
It was getting dark, and Qin Ming took a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a spirit trout, and was about to light a fire to grill the fish, when a man suddenly broke into the valley.
He staggered, his clothes were torn, and there were black shackles on his body, like a prisoner.
He wobbled, weak and tired.
Qin Ming frowned slightly, got up slowly, put his right hand on the flying knife at his waist, and was wary of him.
The man was disheveled and covered in dirt, and he didn't seem to expect that there were people 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 disheveled, almost sticking 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. As soon as the man gritted his teeth, he turned around and was about to run away.
Qin Ming suddenly pointed to the valley: "Hiding there!"
The man looked inside, then looked at Qin Ming, without saying a word, staggered and hid in the innermost part of the valley, where there was a thick piece of vine grass, and there was a hidden corner behind the vine grass.
Qin Ming seemed to have nothing happened, sitting on a rock, grilling his spirit trout.
After a while, a group of men in black suits rushed into the valley. Their aura was very strong, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and they seemed to feel the sharpness coming from a long distance away.
Seeing Qin Ming grilling fish by the lake at a glance, they all frowned and did not rush in rashly.
Qin Ming's heart tightened, and he raised his eyes to look at them calmly. This group of people wore the same clothes, the same scimitars, and white jade masks. There were only two thin slits on the mask, which looked very strange.
"Someone came here just now?" One person asked Qin Ming, his voice was deep and deep, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.
Qin Ming looked at him, then looked around, and continued to flip the spirit 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 give you some. If you want to make trouble, I'll play with you." Qin Ming was very calm, and forcibly pretended to suppress it. If he suppressed it, he would earn money. The lake looks small, but there is a channel under the lake bottom, which extends to the rushing river outside. He has already figured out the surrounding terrain, otherwise he would not dare to eat and rest here presumptuously.
"Hehe, you arrogant boy." A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, and they felt a little worried. This is the depths of the Yunluo Forest, full of dangers, it is difficult for a person to survive, and this young man is not only neatly dressed and clean, he seems to have just taken a bath, and he is also leisurely grilling fish. Either they are really confident, or they have other partners who haven't come back yet. In the forest, there are often some powerful characters who bring their disciples to practice and practice.
They had tasks and didn't want to cause trouble, so they all retreated after standing for a while.
Qin Ming continued to roast the fish, leisurely, and the man hiding in the valley was not in a hurry to come out, until the sky was getting dark and the group of people who had left did not come back, Qin Ming was relieved, and the man walked out slowly.
"Have some? Just right." Qin Ming separated the charred spirit trout, put half on the leaves beside him, and ate the other half by himself.
The man stood there for a long time, until Qin Ming had almost eaten, then he slowly leaned over, looked at Qin Ming again, and gulped, probably because he was really hungry, and he finished eating soon.
Qin Ming handed him his piece as well.
He was also polite, took it and ate it hungrily.
Qin Ming didn't ask anything, and saving him was easy, but it didn't mean that he had to get mixed in. The attire of the group of people seemed to come from a special force, let alone mixed in.
In the middle of the night, that person did not leave, curled up behind the vines and grass, he was skinny, his clothes were torn like strips of cloth, heavy shackles hung on his wrists, ankles and waist, leaving shocking blood marks. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his real appearance.
In the darkness, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the weeds in front of him without focus. His body was thin and thin, and he didn't know whether it was cold or pain, and he shivered from time to time.
Qin Ming didn't drive him away, and sat cross-legged near the waterfall to recuperate, absorbing the energy of life between heaven and earth, and adjusting his energy and state.
Nothing happened overnight, no one disturbed anyone, and the group of people never came back.
In the early morning of the next day, Qin Ming came to the side of the green vines and frowned at the sleeping people inside.
He looked like a young man, not very old, but his body was covered with injuries, as if he had endured a lot of torture.
Qin Ming took out two spirit herbs and a clean suit of clothes from the baggage, and put them beside him.
The boy woke up from the dream, but he didn't panic or panic.
"I have no malice, 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 spirit grass clothes under his feet, his expression slightly dazed.
Qin Ming left the valley, sneaked in the wet and dense forest, and continued on his way. His strength 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 spirit monsters. It is important to go back to the priest's mountain first, because it is relatively safer there.
But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by a stream, looking back at the forest, a figure was stumbling along, it was the boy from last night.
Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, but there is only so much I can help you with. I only have the Spirit Martial Realm, and I have a lot of troubles. It's not a good thing for you to follow me."
The boy stood in the dim shadow of the tree, bowed his head without saying a word, his hair was disheveled, his breath was very cold, which gave people a strange feeling.
"Farewell, see you by fate." Qin Ming was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something. He untied the ancient Dayan sword and walked towards the young man: "I'll try to see if I can open your shackles."
The boy raised his hands, the shackles looked heavy, making his hands tremble slightly.
Qin Ming tried a few times with the sword and found a good position. The ancient sword cut obliquely, clanging, and sparks splashed everywhere, but the shackles were not cut open, only a slight mark was left.
Qin Ming is inconceivable, what material are these shackles made of? Dayan ancient sword cuts iron like mud, it is very sharp, and its own strength is also great, why can't it cut it.
The boy's empty eyes shook slightly, and he fixedly looked at the tiny trace.
"I'll try again." Qin Ming pulled him to the side, and put the shackles on the moss-covered stone. He raised his breath deeply, closed his eyes, held the Dayan ancient sword high and horizontally, the body of the sword vibrated lightly, the sword energy was sharp, and a heavy sword force filled the air silently.
"Clang!!"
Qin Ming slashed down with his sword, and the deafening clang echoed to Lao Lin, leaving another mark, but the shackles showed no sign of breaking apart except for a slight trembling.
"I will try again!"
Qin Ming chopped five swords in a row. Although he still didn't split, he probably confirmed the hardness of the shackles and knew it well. He moved his shoulders a little, no longer had any scruples, his eyes were slightly focused, and the mountains and rivers epee struck in the air.
Hit with all your might, hold nothing back.
Clang! Sparks splash!
There is still only a shallow mark on the shackles, which is no different from before.
so hard! It's just locking up a child, as for
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 split them. He tried the Shanhe epee three times again, but all failed. Instead, his hands were sore and tingling.
The boy lowered his head, his empty eyes fixed on the marks on the shackles.
"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged, this person is weird, the shackles are weird, and this matter is also weird. Forget it, just do your best, I am too weak to do anything.
"..." The young man opened his mouth, his voice was vague.
"what?"
"Sword." The young man raised his eyes, staring at the ancient Dayan sword that Qin Ming was putting away through his messy hair.
"My sword?"
"Sword... lend me..." The boy raised his skinny right hand.
"This is not acceptable." Qin Ming refused. The Dayan Ancient Sword was his most precious sword, and it was also 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 yellowish, but his strength was great. Behind his disheveled hair, his eyes shook slightly: "Let me...for a while..."