Night without Borders

Chapter 27 Faded Memories Reappear

Qin Ming noticed that he was poorly dressed when he was young, but he was soon attracted by the booklet.

It was a very thin ancient book, which turned out to be a silk book when opened.

The animal skin cover was probably bound later. It is dark in color and has a rough and tough texture. It is used to resist the erosion of time and protect the real scriptures.

The first page recorded the "wild techniques" that Qin Ming had practiced. He was very familiar with them. There were whispers reading the densely packed text.

Then, the calloused hand turned to the second page. The font was still very small, and some of the words and patterns on it were new. This immediately attracted Qin Ming's attention, and he quickly wrote them down.

Perhaps there was no need to remember it at all. This was a faded memory from his childhood. He was experiencing a second rebirth. His physical fitness had greatly improved, and his mental awareness had also become stronger. It was brushing off the dust of time, allowing him to see the scenes of the past again and recall the records in the silk book he had already read.

Half asleep and half awake, Qin Ming wanted to turn to the third page, but failed because the big hand did not help him open it.

At this time, he carefully looked at the silk book protected by tough animal skin.

After years of wear and tear, it has long lost its original luster and has turned slightly yellow, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of beauty and also accumulating a heavy atmosphere of history.

It is indeed very thin, probably only about ten or twenty pages.

Qin Ming tried to turn the page many times, but was unable to open the third page.

He did not continue, but instead looked carefully at his younger self through the mottled time, the small figure wearing tattered clothes.

Even though he was half awake, Qin Ming was touched. It turned out that he lived a very poor life when he was young. There were still some patches on his already faded clothes, and the cuffs had long been worn out. When he looked down, he saw holes in his little shoes.

He sighed softly, thinking about his future self. In fact, he did not have a very good life when he was young. He had frostbite, went hungry, and had blood and wounds on his body. Two years ago, he drifted to the outskirts of Yinteng Town and fell ill. He was taken back to Shuangshu Village.

"When I was fourteen..." Qin Ming touched his head. There was a wound near the back of his head, and a lot of blood had flowed.

He found that he was awake and not in a dream. He touched his head and ran his fingers through his black hair, touching the bloody spot.

There is no scar there anymore, it must have disappeared during the first rebirth.

"My childhood self and my fourteen-year-old self, two special nodes, very fragmented memories, those faded faces often appear in my dreams."

It was when he was fourteen that he wandered around and experienced many hardships. Now he is more mature than his peers.

Qin Ming looked outside and the dark night gradually faded away.

He walked into the yard, took a deep breath of the cold air, and recalled his childhood memories. The records on the first two pages of the silk book were all clearly remembered.

Then, he demonstrated movements that he had never practiced before, as well as methods of regulating his breathing and spirit, and studied them carefully.

It was a long time before he stopped. His body was still hot, but it was no longer glowing and looked more normal.

"That rough big hand..." Qin Ming recalled. The cuffs of the big hand were badly worn and the hand was full of calluses, which showed that it lived the same poor life as he did in his childhood and was not as good as his current situation.

The so-called "big hands" seemed very big, powerful and gave me a sense of security in my childhood eyes.

He really wanted to see the little hand and the big hand holding together, to make up for the regret of not being able to see his relatives for so many years.

"The second rebirth is not over yet. Continue to eat the blood snakes that contain spiritual substances tonight. When your physical fitness improves, your spiritual power will also become stronger. Perhaps you will be able to see the past in your subconscious mind and more faded childhood memories will emerge."

After Qin Ming thought about this, he suddenly became full of energy and vigor. He weighed a millstone in his hand and it felt quite light!
He roughly estimated that he could now lift a tripod weighing 1,500 kilograms.

It was early night, and Qin Ming washed his hot body. He was not going to go into the mountains to hunt today, but to study the newly acquired silk book scriptures at home.

"Why can't I practice it?" He hoped that when the night came, he could see the reason in his dream.

It is obvious that the silk book has a great history and has been carefully preserved for fear of damage.

The wind and snow stopped, and the night became lighter. This was the "sunny day" in the era without the sun.

Qin Ming studied the silk book carefully. Although he only saw two pages, the records on it were densely packed, and the words and pictures were much smaller. Most of the content on the second page was completely new to him now. The memories that were reproduced needed to be carefully studied and practiced thoroughly.

"It's very exquisite. Unfortunately, I can't compare it with intermediate meditation techniques and advanced Qigong. I don't know its exact level."

In this remote place, Qin Ming lacked a new method of learning. Apart from the silk book, he had only read the widely circulated first explanation of the Night Meditation Technique.

The silk book mentioned "Tian Guang" but only briefly, and there was no description on how to practice "Tian Guang Jin", let alone the "Tathagata Jin" that was highly praised by people.

Qin Ming frowned. The silk book was undoubtedly extraordinary, but why didn't it provide a detailed explanation of the very important skylight?
He read carefully, practiced repeatedly in the yard, and finally had some guesses. The silk book strives to express more things in the simplest words. If he persists in practicing like this, the light of heaven will naturally be born in his flesh and blood, thus strengthening his spirit.

But as for that Sky Light Power, there is no mention on how to cultivate it.

"The silk book seems to be talking about the improvement of life levels, but there are no specific means of protecting the way?" This guess made Qin Ming a little confused.

In the afternoon, when the night was brightest, Qin Ming rubbed his temples. After studying for a long time, he felt a little tired, but he must have thoroughly understood the new contents in the silk book.

When he practiced again, his movements were smooth and seamless, blending seamlessly with the surroundings. His eyes were focused and clear, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his whole body exuded a natural and freehand demeanor.

The most important thing is that the warm current in his body surged, and the silver ripples appearing on his body surface condensed a little, as if they were transforming into "silver mud".

The silk book did not say what level one would reach or what state one would experience, so Qin Ming had no way of judging how well he was doing.

He stopped to rest, and even standing there, he looked natural and at ease, adding a bit of elegance to his demeanor.

"Xiao Qin, come out quickly, let's go into the mountains to pay homage to the relics." Xu Yueping came to call him.

Qin Ming originally planned to comprehend the silk book at home, but now that he has studied it thoroughly, he can go out.

He asked, "What relics?"

Xu Yueping smiled and replied, "It's the base of the mountain patrol team. Let's see what traces the wise mountain god, er, no, it should be said that the mountain monster, left there."

Then, he lowered his voice and said, "See if there are any good things left."

This was not a sudden impulse on his part, but the leaders of several villages gathered together, secretly discussed not to plant Black Moon anymore, and decided to go to that stronghold to take a look. "Let's go!" Qin Ming nodded.

Recently, even the new students in each village have to walk together with several others before they dare to go a little deeper, otherwise the dense forest is extremely dangerous.

Not everyone dares to walk alone in the mountains like Qin Ming.

In the final analysis, everything is due to strength.

"There is a lot of good wine here." Qin Ming called Xu Yueping. He was very familiar with this stronghold and the flash of the knife in the snowy night could still appear before his eyes.

Xu Yueping and Yang Yongqing ran over immediately, overjoyed. The so-called visiting the relics was to see if there was anything useful left.

The men in the village are also very simple and unpretentious.

Old man Liu smiled so much that his face blossomed. His legs were no longer weak. He jumped more than half a foot high and rushed over with a whoosh.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, how is it? Yesterday I said I would give you ten jars of fine wine as a gift, but today I found this pile. Let's quickly divide it up and take it away."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Old man Liu kept saying okay, and he couldn't wait to break the mud seal and taste the wine.

"Why do I feel so comfortable coming here with the mountain patrol team to dig graves? Hehe." Xu Yueping laughed non-stop.

The newborns in other villages were naturally alarmed, and eventually Shuangshu Village took away more than thirty jars, and the remaining half was distributed to other villages.

Although it was Qin Ming who discovered it, he cannot keep it all to himself, lest someone else cause trouble later.

In fact, the forest patrol team who were investigating the case had been here a long time ago and had discovered these fine wines, but they had important tasks to do and did not like the wines, so they ignored them.

As the news spread that day, more people went there, and the patrol team's base was visited by all parties to "dig up graves."

"Is it possible that this person killed all the members of the forest patrol team?" Qin Ming was surprised when he saw a portrait after returning from the mountain.

It was the man with a dark blue face. Not to mention, the scene of him killing the blood snake with a sword was very impressive.

Someone in Yinteng Town sent out a stack of portraits, telling each village to pay attention and report any findings immediately.

The Mountain Patrol Group is not a weak organization, and the person in the highest position is a big shot in Chixia City.

"His name is Wang Nianzhu. He looks very heroic. I never thought he was such a person." Qin Ming did not expect that after killing him, he would be able to see the man's portrait again and know his name.

"You didn't die in obscurity. At least your portrait was posted in every town, and you became famous for a while, even though this place is very remote." Qin Ming glanced a few times and left. A person who had already been shot in the head by him was not worth caring about.

"However, I hope the patrol team can find out where he came from and what organization he belonged to." Then, he thought of Jinjiling and the Three-Eyed Sect, which were also worthy of attention.

Late at night, after Qin Ming ate the blood snake meat, the effect of the medicinal diet quickly took effect. His whole body became hot again and began to glow. Everything was almost the same as last time.

Finally, he fell asleep wearing the "Golden Jade Robe".

Qin Ming saw his childhood self again. Although he was poor and even his clothes and shoes were tattered, he seemed to be very determined and practiced the new life method in the silk book over and over again.

"Since I have an extraordinary origin, why can't I succeed in practicing it?" The young boy was very stubborn and determined and refused to give up.

"There was once a very remarkable person who practiced the methods in the silk book and died, and he was one of the founders." The big hand groped the animal skin cover of the silk book.

"Ah?" The young Qin Ming was still very childish and very confused.

"Some paths are too brilliant. But the prospects for some paths are unclear. A few old fellows were unwilling to give up, so they worked together to study and try to match those brilliant paths. The theory was good, but in the end they gave up their original achievements and switched to practicing this method. Later they died, got injured, or traveled to the dark end of the earth when their lifespans ran out. They couldn't succeed, so how could those who came after them?" The whispering voice echoed.

"If you can't practice it, why should you stay?" asked the child.

"Those who couldn't practice it were torn off, leaving only a small part. But you still need the help of someone who has practiced this method before you can get started, so just read this silk book."

"What about the larger part that was torn off?" The young Qin Ming was still unwilling to give up, because this was the only decent piece of magic he could get.

"Burned."

The young Qin Ming was silent. He seemed a little sad. He looked down at his small shoes that showed his toes.

As the night fell, Qin Ming woke up.

He sighed softly. He thought he had obtained a heavenly book, but it seemed that he had thought too much. He would have to pay more attention to other advanced qigong in the future.

However, he was a little absent-minded and no one helped him, but he still managed to master the first two pages of the silk book.

"What does it matter if it succeeds? The silk books behind it have all been burned. Moreover, the creator of the method was not good enough. After personally verifying it, he died from practicing it. After so many years, the others should have long been dead."

Qin Ming stood up and walked to the yard, feeling the changes in himself. This second rebirth was fast and fierce because of the assistance of spiritual substances. He had succeeded.

He felt that even with one arm he had the strength of a thousand pounds.

……

Two days later, news came from Cao Long, Wei Zhirou and Mu Qing that the top leaders and the top aliens in the mountains would have a final negotiation at the entrance outside the mountains.

At this moment, many people were already waiting.

In the snow, a donkey walked leisurely on the snow.

"This should be the mount of a certain important person in Chixia City, right?"

As the donkey got closer, people found that the donkey's back was not empty. There was a creature sitting cross-legged, but it was not a human. Instead, it was a pure white weasel, very quiet, like an old monk in meditation.

The first creature that appeared was so strange that many people dared not speak.

(End of this chapter)