Night without Borders

Chapter 266 Meeting the Master of Silk Calligraphy
In the dead of night, in the wild mountains and ridges, Qin Ming's hair stood on end as he unexpectedly fished out three old men with grinning faces and hideous expressions from the dark pond.

Compared with his psychological expectations, the gap is too big!
What kind of beautiful lady? The legendary dragon-shaped monster does not exist at all.

"Mad God?!"

Just looking at the appearance of these three people, it is hard not to make a lot of associations. They were wearing tattered clothes, their eyes were deathly grey and out of focus, and two of them had half-rotten faces.

Qin Ming had seen the memory crystal. Could these be the three people who disappeared in the black whirlwind?
However, the video was rather blurry, with only the staggering fourth mad god clearly visible.

"The Yintan pond thousands of miles away is connected to the ancient Kunling?" Qin Ming guessed that the three old corpses in front of him were probably the three gods.

"Could it really be that person?" He stared at one of the corpses, his heart beating fast.

He temporarily put aside the matter of the mad god leaving Yujing.

The faces of the two men were half-rotten, but the old man in the middle had flesh and blood as good as new, only covered with cracks, so densely packed that it looked as if it had been pieced together again.

All three of them were too skinny, so when they were standing in the dark pool with their long hair hanging down, Qin Ming mistook them for tall women.

He looked solemn and blew cautiously, instantly revealing the half-hidden face of the old man in the middle.

For a moment, he froze. That face looked familiar!

At the same time, he felt that a negative energy was spreading towards him.

Qin Ming involuntarily took two steps back, as if someone was blowing evil energy towards him.

The surroundings are desolate, the place is freezing cold, and I am fishing at night to find three old corpses. What kind of experience is this? Facing it all alone?
However, Qin Ming didn't care about this environment. He seemed to have forgotten where he was and only stared at the corpse in the middle.

"Ancestor?" He found it a little unbelievable that he actually met an old friend here.

At the beginning, he had seen this ancestor when he fell into the Fourth Jedi and discovered the silk calligraphy and resonance scriptures on the wall of the temple!
Silk calligraphy has a fatal flaw. If you practice it to the extreme, your body will explode.

Even several founders of the law were no exception. Some died, some disappeared. It can be said that it was a great waste of money for the ancestors.

One of them has not much time left, so he goes to the remote areas, enters the temple, and wanders around the world in the night fog, trying to solve the hidden dangers.

"He finally went to Yujing? Such a sad ending." Qin Ming sighed.

The main thing is that this ancestor is emaciated. Compared with the past, he is so thin that he can be blown away by a gust of wind, and now his body is covered with cracks, obviously he has exploded.

If you think about it carefully, the fourth Jedi is in Kunling, so it is not surprising that he finally went to Yujing.

However, I have never heard of anyone in this world being able to enter. But he can find the way and reach the legendary mythical land. It can only be said that he is so powerful that it is against the will of heaven.

Qin Ming felt heavy-hearted. People at this level would not have a good ending if they went to Yujing.

In the end, did the master escape, or did he encounter an accident along the way?

After knowing the identity of the person in front of him, Qin Ming became more cautious and did not dare to touch them, for fear of stimulating the remaining divine power, immortal substances, etc. in their bodies.

"Is he still alive?" He was a little doubtful.

Could it be that they are in a state of suspended animation, with their spiritual realm and physical body sealed off, so no divine power is emanating?
Otherwise, this kind of creature cannot approach, and even the energy leaked from the corpse can turn this barren mountain into a deadly place!

"Master, you died so tragically. Alas, you don't know that the silk book lineage has completely declined, and even the scriptures have been cut off. I am the last one. It is really sad to see you fall to such a state." Qin Ming said.

He sat cross-legged by the dark pond, reciting the scriptures on silk book, and felt an inexplicable Taoist charm blessing his body.

Unfortunately, no matter how he behaved, the master did not move.

"Master, I'm sorry!" Qin Ming decided to touch the corpse. If there was something left on such a person, it must be priceless.

He even set his eyes on the tattered clothes of the three people, wanting to see if they were made of rare materials.

If the ancestor had a spirit, he probably wouldn't blame him for wanting to get rid of them all, right? Otherwise, if they were buried underground, they would return to dust.

Qin Ming searched carefully, and when he reached out his hand to the ancestor, he suddenly froze.

His hand was pinched by a skinny old hand, and he felt icy cold.

The founder is pretending to be dead!

Qin Ming felt cold from head to toe, and the cold air rushed into his body.

"Ancestor, we are one family. I will burn paper for you later!"

With a swish, the skinny ancestor opened his eyes, and it was as if thunder was shooting straight into the sky, tearing the dark sky apart!

Qin Ming was shocked. Fortunately, the ancestor was lying on his back and not facing him, otherwise, this beam of light alone would be enough to pierce him.

Wherever the old man looked, the night fog dissipated and the night sky seemed to explode!
But in a flash, his eyes became cloudy and dim, turning into a deathly gray. This was obviously not right.

But he loosened his grip and stopped holding on.

"Ancestor..." Qin Ming called in a low voice. This was really beyond his expectations. In fact, pretending to be dead was a minor matter. Going crazy was more terrifying. If the old man didn't recognize his relatives and friends and exploded wantonly, this place would definitely become a death place.

"It's not surprising that the scripture is broken. There is a reason for its decline. It's because it is really impossible to practice it!" This ancestor who looked like a ghost and a human actually spoke directly.

However, his voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for many years. Moreover, his voice was relatively weak, so one had to listen carefully.

Even he said that he couldn't practice it. Qin Ming felt depressed and felt confused.

This is a great master, but he has become discouraged and has no hope for silk calligraphy. What should the later generations do?
"I won't give in!" The ancestor's voice gradually became louder, and there was a golden glow in his eyes, like the scorching sun, which could burn people's spiritual will.

"Master, don't get excited!" Qin Ming rarely had this kind of experience. His consciousness was about to be ignited. He knew how it felt when the disciples of the Immortal Road faced him.

The master had white hair and beard and was skin and bones. He quickly calmed down and did not release the remaining heavenly light in his body.

Qin Ming said: "Grandmaster, I am unwilling to give up either. Please pass on the complete scriptures to me. One day, I will carry forward the scriptures and open up new paths based on them!"

He was straightforward and didn't lie, because he was afraid that the old master had mental problems and they didn't have much time to communicate.

"You're going to explode in the end, and you still dare to practice this method?" the old man asked.

"Lian, I am confident that I can solve the hidden danger, but I can't find the complete solution for the moment."

The old master sighed, "It seems that everyone who practiced this method has died. How sad it is that the subsequent chapters are no longer available."

He was very straightforward. Although his arm was stiff, he quickly raised it and tapped Qin Ming's brow, transmitting a scripture to his consciousness. Qin Ming was in a trance for a short time, and then bowed and said, "Ancestor, this only involves the first four realms. I have already obtained it in the temple. Please teach me the subsequent method!"

The old master felt very surprised that the young man in front of him could break into the temple and escape unscathed, which was quite amazing!
"People will die if they practice to the fifth level. Even my direct disciples cannot make it. We can only survive with the help of rare treasures. But when the sixth level is reached, people will inevitably disintegrate. As for higher levels, they must be wrong. Alas!" He shook his head.

However, in his era, the sixth realm was already the limit of all paths!
"Please, Master, teach me the Dharma. I will verify it myself and make corrections along the way, because I am unable to change to another method at the moment." Qin Ming said firmly.

The old master stretched out his skinny hand and placed it on the shoulder of the young man in front of him. What kind of person is he? As one of the origins of silk calligraphy, he has been studying this sutra all his life, so he naturally knows the young man's situation at the first time.

He was quite surprised, because the young man's silk calligraphy was very powerful, even better than when they were at the same level!
This is a bit outrageous!
After careful investigation, he was sure that Qin Ming was in the middle stage of the second realm, and had definitely surpassed their simulations and deductions in that realm back then!

"Okay, I'll teach you!" The old master acted decisively without any hesitation. With a point of his finger, he passed all the silk calligraphy to him.

Dense golden words appeared in Qin Ming's mind. The whole article was in his hand, imprinted in his consciousness, like stars shining through the darkness, making his spiritual field bright.

He was overjoyed. He really didn't expect that he would have such a huge harvest after fishing in Yintan late at night.

"There's a dead end behind, you make your own choice!" The old master poured a basin of cold water on him.

Then the old man continued: "You are currently walking very well on this path. I will not interfere or give you any advice. Go at your own pace."

Qin Ming nodded, and then asked about his condition.

"You're going to die soon." The old master said calmly.

He had completed the sixth realm, but as his body could explode at any time, he was unable to explore the deepest part of the night fog world, so he chose Kunling, which was nearby, and eventually went to the legendary Yujing, to find a solution.

Qin Ming asked: "Grandmaster, have you entered Yujing? What is it like there?"

The old master shook his head and said, "I went to the wrong time. The road ahead is blocked and cut off."

As he got closer, he saw the blurry world upside down, the rules reversed, and a vague city facing downwards.

It seemed not far away, but he knew that they were not only separated by mountains and seas, but also the power of the "realm" was chaotically distributed, making Yujing vague and difficult to find.

As for the group of mad gods, no one knew whether they had escaped from Yujing or had never entered it. They were wandering around with unclear consciousness and half-rotten bodies.

That feeling made the old master believe for a time that those crazy gods were refugees, wandering and roaming there.

He said calmly, "I subdued them."

"Ah." Qin Ming was shocked. Could the ancestor with physical problems subdue the mad god?

The old master said: "Our method is actually very powerful, not weak in any way. We are not afraid of encountering divine creatures, but we ourselves are prone to explosion."

He is at the perfect level of the sixth realm. In the Night Mist world that he pioneered back then, he is already at the top of the pyramid. He does have this kind of confidence.

"Why did you come out again? Can't you maintain your current condition?" Qin Ming asked.

The old master said, "I have exploded twice in the sixth realm. It was a complete disintegration and shattering of my physical body and spirit. I managed to survive it with great difficulty. As the saying goes, three times the limit, I am really going to perish now."

Qin Ming said: "Isn't it only twice?"

The old master pointed to the cracks on his body, from the inside to the outside, none of which could be healed. The same was true of his spiritual consciousness, which was like a piece of porcelain being pieced together.

"I fought more than just the Mad God outside the Upside-Down Jade Capital."

He told me that there was once a god as bright as the sun, who rode on the back of a golden-haired divine beast and came from the sky. His power was extremely terrifying.

The old master suspected that a man and a beast came out of Yujing.

"After he showed up, he wanted to recruit me as his wrestler. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I fought him with all my strength."

Finally, the old master killed the god and the divine beast, but he himself also lost control, and his consciousness and body exploded for the third time.

Qin Ming looked at the dense cracks on the old man's body and took a breath of cold air. How powerful is this ancestor? Killing gods with a human body!
In an instant, he had a completely new understanding of the meaning of the silk manuscript.

Although this inheritance is extremely dangerous and almost leads to a dead end, once it is mastered, it will be so powerful that the pioneers of the Night Fog World will not be afraid of any divine creatures.

Of course, every master is different from every other master. The old man in front of us may be the most powerful one among those who practice silk calligraphy!
After that battle, although the old master pieced together his consciousness and body, he was like a walking corpse, with an autistic mental field, worse than a mad god.

He himself didn't know what happened afterwards and how he came to the outside world.

Qin Ming has always been curious about the identities of several law creators.

"Just as you guessed, they come from the ancestral temples of major sects such as Liuyu, Tathagata, Yuqing, and Qingtian." He was quite frank and told directly.

The current founder of Xinsheng Road is not the earliest originator.

However, the old master did not say which religion he came from.

He looked around and said, "It turned out to be the Yintan of the Ghost Road. I sneaked in from here. After going around in circles, I finally got close to Yujing. Driven by instinct, I finally got out from here."

"These two gods..." Qin Ming looked at the two crazy gods who had their eyes closed and were motionless, like dead people.

The old master said calmly: "They are dead, their consciousness has long been broken. I will take them with me and bury them in the depths of the earth, and they will disappear from the world forever."

"Ancestor!" Qin Ming looked at him. He actually met such a great man tonight, but the other party would not live long and would disappear soon.

"I should have died a long time ago. Back then, some of us died, some were disabled, and some even entered the deepest part of the Night Mist World. Now, I should be the only one left."

The old master sighed softly, he had lived too long, even though he had some emotions, he expressed them calmly.

"Back then, we vowed to open up the most glorious path and leave behind the most powerful scriptures, but in the end, we were left in ruins and all our old friends were gone."

Then he pondered: "After sinking, when my fragmented consciousness occasionally woke up, I thought back to the scriptures of the past. Some of them are still shining, untarnished by the years."

When they were creating the law, they read a lot of classics.

"If you think about it carefully, the glowing words, even if they come from different scriptures, have internal connections and similarities. As the saying goes, the great way is simple. I have extracted the true form of each of them and now I will pass it on to you. I think it will be helpful for silk calligraphy." said the old master.

He raised his hand, but suddenly stopped.

"Forget it. Each piece of glowing text is not long. The short ones are only a few hundred words, and the longer ones are only a few thousand words. They come from different classics. There are four pieces in total. You can practice them carefully. Maybe what you gain will be different from what I have learned. The best one is the one that suits you!"

The old master sent out four chapters of scriptures, which together had no more than two thousand words. When they fell into Qin Ming's consciousness, it was like the sun, moon and stars appearing together, slowly rotating and emitting dazzling light.

(End of this chapter)