Chapter 47

Qin Mingyuan road returns to the main sacrificial mountain cluster.

This time it was much faster than when he went, but when he was close to the main sacrifice mountain, he encountered a strange thing.

It was getting dark. Qin Ming took a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a spirit trout and was about to make a fire to roast fish. A man suddenly broke into the valley.

His feet were staggering, his clothes were ragged, and he was hung with dark shackles, like a prisoner.

He was shaky, weak and tired.

Qin Ming frowned slightly, got up slowly, put his right hand on the throwing knife at his waist, and watched him.

The man was disheveled and covered with dirt. He didn't seem to expect anyone in the valley.

He stood at the entrance of the valley for a moment and retreated slowly.

But at this time, there were shouts from the old forest outside the valley, like a group of people rushing here.

The man's hair was scattered and almost stuck to his face. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but Qin ming could feel his inner struggle. The voice behind was getting closer and closer. As soon as the man clenched his teeth and turned around, he was about to escape.

Qin Ming suddenly pointed to the valley: "hide there!"

The man looked inside and then at Qin Ming. Without saying a word, he staggered and hid in the innermost part of the valley. There was a thick vine grass, and there was a hidden corner behind the vine grass.

Qin Ming seemed to have nothing happened. He sat on a stone and roasted his soul trout.

After a while, a group of men in black strong clothes rushed into the valley. Their breath was very strong, like a sharp sword out of its sheath. They seemed to feel the spirit coming from far away.

At a glance, they saw Qin's life of grilled fish by the lake. They frowned together and didn't rush in rashly.

Qin Ming tightened his mind and looked at them calmly. These people were wearing the same clothes, equipped with the same machetes and wearing white jade masks. There were two fine cracks on the masks, which looked very strange.

"Someone just came?" a man asked Qin Ming. His voice was deep and thick. His eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.

Qin Ming looked at him and looked around. He continued to turn the spirit trout in his hand: "are you talking to me?"

"There are others here?" the man in Black said coldly.

"If you want to eat fish, I can enjoy it. If you want to make trouble, I'll play with you." Qin's life is very calm. He forces the town to hold it. Even if he makes a profit, the town turns around and drills into the nearby lake. The lake looks small, but there is a passage under the bottom of the lake, which extends to the running river outside. He had already found out the surrounding terrain, otherwise he didn't dare to eat and rest here.

"Ha ha, arrogant boy." a group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, but they had some concerns. This is the deep part of Yunluo forest. It is dangerous everywhere. It is difficult for a person to survive. The boy is not only neatly dressed and clean, but also seems to have just taken a bath and roasted fish leisurely. Either they are really confident, or they have other partners who haven't come back for the time being. In the forest, there are often some tough people with their disciples to practice.

They had a task and didn't want to get into trouble. They all withdrew after standing for a while.

Qin Ming continued to roast the fish and was at ease. The man hiding in the valley didn't hurry out until it was getting dark and the group of people who left didn't come back. Qin Ming was relieved and the man came out slowly.

"Would you like some? Just right." Qin Ming separated the burnt soul trout, half on the leaves around him, and half ate it himself.

The man stood for a while until Qin Ming had almost eaten, he slowly leaned over, looked at Qin Ming and swallowed. Maybe he was really hungry and ate it soon.

Qin Ming handed him his own piece.

He wasn't polite either. Then he wolfed down.

Qin Ming didn't ask anything. It's a small effort to save him, but it doesn't mean to blend in. It seems that the costumes of those people come from a special force, let alone blend in.

Late at night, the man didn't leave and curled up behind the vines. He was as thin as wood, his clothes were ragged like cloth strips, and his heavy shackles were hanging on his wrists, ankles and waist, with shocking blood marks. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with blood. He couldn't see the real appearance.

In the dark, he looked at the weeds in front of him with empty eyes and no focus. His body was thin and thin. He didn't know whether it was cold or painful. He trembled from time to time.

Qin life didn't drive him away. He sat and recuperated near the waterfall, swallowed the Qi of life between heaven and earth, and adjusted his essence, Qi and state.

Nothing happened all night, no one bothered anyone, and the group never came back.

The next morning, Qin Ming came to the vine and frowned at the sleeping people inside.

He looks like a teenager, not very old, but he is full of injuries, as if he had suffered a lot of torture.

Qin Ming took out two spirit grass and clean clothes from the burden and put them beside him.

The boy woke up from his dream, but he didn't panic or panic.

"I didn't mean any harm. I gave it to you." Qin Ming pointed to the spirit grass and clothes on the ground, stepped back two steps and walked out of the valley.

The young man looked at the spirit grass clothes under his feet in a trance.

Qin ordered him to leave the valley, sneak in the wet and dense forest and continue on his way. His strength is very weak. If he is not careful, he may fall into a dead situation. Therefore, he will try to avoid the dangers that can be avoided, and try not to provoke the spirit demon. It is important to go back to the main sacrifice mountain first. It is relatively safer there.

But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by a stream and looked back at the forest. A figure was stumbling with him. It was the boy last night.

Qin Ming breathed and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, there's only so much I can help you. I only have Lingwu realm, and I have a lot of trouble. It's not good for you to follow me."

The boy stood in the dark shadow of the tree, his head bowed without saying a word, his hair was dishevelled, and his breath was very cold, which made people feel very strange.

"Farewell, good-bye." Qin Ming was about to turn around and suddenly remembered something. He untied Dayan's ancient sword and went to the boy: "I'll try to open your shackles."

The boy raised his hands. The shackles looked heavy and made his hands tremble slightly.

Qin Ming tried several times with his sword and found a good position. The ancient sword cut obliquely, clang and sparks splashed, but the shackles were not cut, leaving only a slight mark.

Qin's life is incredible. What material are these shackles made of? Dayan ancient sword cuts iron like mud. It is very sharp and has great strength. Why can't you cut it.

The boy's empty eyes shook slightly and looked at the fine mark.

"I'll try again." Qin life took him to the side and put the shackles on the mossy stone. He raised his breath deeply, closed his eyes, raised the Dayan ancient sword high and horizontally, the sword body vibrated gently, the sword Qi was cold, and a heavy sword momentum was silent.

"Qiang!!"

Qin ordered a sword to chop down, and the sound reverberated in the old forest, leaving an impression, but the shackles were not broken except for a slight tremor.

"I'll try again!"

Qin ordered him to split five swords. Although he still didn't split them, he probably determined the hardness of the shackles and knew it. He moved his shoulders a little, no longer had scruples, his eyes were slightly frozen, and his mountain and river Epee cleaved in the air.

Hit with all your strength without reservation.

Qiang! Sparks splashed!

There was still only a shallow trace on the shackles, just like before.

So hard! It's just a child, isn't it?

This is not a chain. It can be used as a defensive weapon.

Qin Ming touched the shackles. There seemed to be nothing special, but he couldn't split it. He tried mountain river Epee three times again, but he didn't succeed. Instead, his hands were tingling with pain.

The boy lowered his head and looked at the marks on the shackles with empty eyes.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged. The man is strange, the shackles are strange, and the matter is also strange. Forget it, just do your best. Your strength is too weak to do anything.

"...." the boy opened his mouth and his voice was vague.

"What?"

"Sword." the young man raised his eyes and stared at the Dayan ancient sword that Qin Ming was putting away through his scattered hair.

"My sword?"

"Sword... Lend me..." the boy raised his thin right hand.

"This is not good." Qin Ming refused. Dayan ancient sword is his most precious sword and a gift from the old man. How can he lend it to strangers.

The young man grabbed Qin Ming's arm. His hands were dry and yellow, but his strength was great. Behind his scattered hair, his eyes shook slightly: "lend me... For a while..."