Night without Borders

Chapter 40 The whole world is different
You could hear a pin drop in the room, but in this extremely quiet environment, Qin Ming inexplicably heard whispers in his ears, very close to him.

He picked up the long-handled black gold hammer, and his body tensed like a cheetah. It was not an illusion, he even saw a vague shadow just now.

The night was dark outside the window, and the sunstone in the room gradually dimmed. Suddenly, it flashed and went out completely, and the room fell into complete darkness and silence.

Fortunately, the murmurs in Qin Ming's ears had also disappeared.

After a moment, he touched the leather knife manual with rolled and worn pages again. It was quiet and nothing happened.

He picked up the sword manual, but the room was too dark and he could not see the words on the page clearly. Nothing unusual happened at this time. Could it be that it was just an illusion?

Qin Ming went out immediately, came to the fire spring at the entrance of the village, scooped up a few glowing stones, and quickly returned home.

He held a sledgehammer in one hand and flipped through an old sword manual with the other. He remained calm and there was no murmur.

"Did you just hear something?"

Soon, Qin Ming was no longer distracted and once again focused his attention on the leather pages with ancient traces, carefully studying the fruits of the labor of his predecessors.

"Ugh……"

At this moment, Qin Ming's hair stood on end. Not only did he hear whispers in such extreme silence, but also clear sighs echoing in his ears.

Moreover, a white-haired old man appeared in the dim room, with bloodstains on his tattered clothes, and swayed in front of Qin Ming.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees, and the newly brought back sunstone seemed to dim.

Qin Ming reacted quickly and gave him a hammer blow.

The sighing sound disappeared, and the old man in tattered and blood-stained clothes also disappeared.

What was going on? This world was different in Qin Ming's eyes. He looked solemn. He was just studying a sword manual, but it was so bizarre.

He grasped the long-handled black gold hammer and looked around the room carefully. The sunstone was still very bright and the temperature did not seem to have dropped. Everything was back to normal.

"Is this a demonic book?" Qin Ming stared at the sword manual. It was bound with animal skin and must be quite old. Every page was worn out.

"Or is it that I absorbed that liquid and became too energetic, causing everything I saw and heard to become abnormal?" He pondered carefully.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave it a try for the time being, deciding to wait and see what kind of monster it was.

Qin Ming held the hammer in one hand and flipped through the sword manual with the other. There was no other sound in the room except the sound of flipping leather pages. Until he was completely immersed in it, concentrating on studying various fighting skills, the whispering voice appeared again, and an old man with disheveled hair and blood was standing not far in front of him.

"Time is running out. Please leave a sword manual behind. Alas, what a pity! My sword skills are difficult to fully describe and some of them are destined to be lost. What a waste of my half-life's hard work." The old man sighed.

Then, Qin Ming saw him writing at the desk, and then one after another, knife lights appeared, as if to tear open the night sky.

Every time the old man finished a sword technique, the scene of his sword practice in the past would appear in front of him, as well as his various emotions, experiences, and understanding of the sword style.

Qin Ming immediately realized how big an impact this incident had on him and how important it was. After absorbing the liquid from the "scraps", the world he saw was completely different.

When he was highly focused, he understood the author's mood through this ancient book, resonated emotionally, and his understanding of knife skills went beyond what was recorded in the book.

Qin Ming believed that he had a high level of comprehension and could learn things very quickly. When he first looked through the sword manual in the mountains, he did not find it difficult to practice and quickly grasped the key points.

But in this situation, it is no longer a question of comprehension, but that he can witness how the sword manual was born and resonate with the old man's spirit when practicing the sword. It involves experience, comprehension, and the most essential understanding of this sword technique.

"This sword manual carries the hard work of an old man for half his life. I resonate with it and reproduce the real scenes of the past..."

Qin Ming was distracted briefly and then withdrew from that real scene.

Afterwards, he threw down the black gold hammer, sat in front of the copper basin containing the sunstone, and began to carefully study the sword manual from the beginning, concentrating all his attention on it.

Sure enough, the more focused he was, the more concentrated his mind became, and the clearer the sounds, the images, the emotions and the resonance in his mind became.

For a moment, he saw the old man looking up at the night sky, pondering his sword skills, and then piercing through the night with the bright light of his sword.

Then the scene changed again, with lightning, thunder and heavy rain. The old man had a new realization, and he stood in the rain with a wooden sword in his hand, making a thrilling slash as if he intended to cut through the sky. The light from the wooden sword seemed to overwhelm the lightning in the night sky and cut through the darkness.

Qin Ming was so excited that his heart was shaking, there was no such move in the sword manual at all. This wonderful move that could only be understood but not described was a move that could only be displayed when the soul was sublimated.

This kind of mysterious feeling is difficult to put on paper, so the old man sighed that some of the essence of his swordsmanship was destined to be lost.

But now, Qin Ming witnessed it, and with emotional and spiritual resonance, he completely grasped the essence of that knife.

In the subsequent swordplay, the old man practiced hard in the mountains and killed giant beasts.

Then he walked alone in the wind and snow, fought with many powerful enemies, and lost an arm. He fled far away after being seriously injured and buried a broken sword in his old age.

After that, he lived alone to recuperate, rarely going out. After five years of meditation, he dug out the broken knife. When he drew the knife again, the brilliant knife light that could cut through the sky in the rainy night was even more domineering, like splitting mountains if there was a mountain blocking it, and calming the sea if there was a sea blocking it.

The older he got, the more vigorous he became. He did not follow the path of returning to the original simplicity and nature of the sword, but instead continued to advance upwards, until the horrifying sword light was about to burn his skinny body and he could no longer bear it.

After another long journey, the old man swept all his opponents with his broken sword, and finally returned to the place where he had been meditating for five years. He buried the sword, left a letter, and reached the last moment of his life.

"Unfortunately, I am trapped in a remote place and do not have the secret method to effectively improve the essence of life. Although I have a deep understanding of the way of the sword and I am confident that my comprehension is not inferior to anyone, I am hindered by my body and cannot read the classics of a higher level. I can only stop here in my life."

The old man was running out of time, so he wrote quickly, with a flash of knife light appearing with every stroke. However, when it came to the skylight, the scene became blurred, and the pages after that were completely unclear. Qin Ming knew that he probably hadn't cultivated the skylight yet, and couldn't resonate emotionally and mentally, so he couldn't see it for the time being.

He closed the sword manual and closed his eyes. Everything he saw and heard, all the scenes, came to his mind. Those experiences, insights, and new understanding of swordsmanship seemed like his own experiences.

He picked up the long-handled black gold hammer and came to the yard, performing sword techniques that were not recorded in the sword manual. For a moment, it seemed as if thunder and lightning appeared under the night sky.

The sledgehammer in Qin Ming's hand kept moving across the night sky. The hammer head had a black gold luster and was moving faster and faster, leaving behind all kinds of terrifying tracks that intertwined in the yard and gradually entangled together, as if a dense and terrifying sword light had burst out.

He put away the hammer and stood, feeling quite shocked because he reproduced those sword techniques.

Qin Ming was very confident that if he was given complete swordsmanship and spent a certain amount of time, he would be able to master it.

But now, with the spiritual resonance, he mastered these sword techniques that went beyond the sword manual itself in just one night, as if he had practiced for decades.

Soon, Qin Ming calmed down. This was limited to skills, experience, and understanding of swordsmanship. As for the improvement of his own life essence, he still needed to practice.

But this is shocking enough!

He wondered what the liquid in the stone was that allowed his spirit to resonate with the mysterious emotions carried by the book.

Qin Ming realized that the mysterious items in the "scraps" might not be worse than what was born from the fusion of ten beams of light and five-colored smoke. If this were to be spread out, it would probably cause an unimaginable storm.

He even suspected that the origin of this "scraps" might be more serious.

Qin Ming's thoughts were in turmoil, and he thought about many things.

On the night when fire engulfed the entire village, the young man in feathered clothes looked ethereal and otherworldly, holding a purple bamboo stick. He looked otherworldly and it was obvious that he was from a powerful family. His strength must be unfathomable, and the power behind him was probably even more terrifying.

Now, Qin Ming is more calm and confident. In the future, he can go to Luoyue City and face his bloody past.

At the same time, the two women who appeared at the entrance of the village took a path that was obviously different from his, and they seemed to look down on those who took the path of the Xinsheng method.

At the moment, Qin Ming believes that his own path is not necessarily weaker than other paths. As long as he moves forward fast enough, he can break through any path.

After he calmed down, he began to assess his own strength.

His arms now have a strength of over two thousand pounds, even close to two thousand two hundred pounds. In addition, he has mastered the essence that is not even recorded in the sword manual, so his actual combat ability seems somewhat terrifying.

"Can I weigh up the old guys who have mastered the Tianguang Jin?" Qin Ming pondered.

He silently estimated that even if those old guys could lift 600 kilograms when they were first reborn, based on this number, then after three rebirths they would be lifting about 1,800 kilograms, still less than him.

This is the fundamental reason why everyone attaches great importance to the first rebirth and wants to lay a golden foundation, because all subsequent rebirths are built on this basis.

Qin Ming believed that the most terrifying thing about people who had been reborn three times was that they had mastered the Sky Light Power. If he were to be entangled in close combat by them, he would surely die.

This is because this special force can penetrate and tear even the scales of giant beasts, and its lethality is extremely strong and terrifying. This is the fundamental reason why humans, despite not having an advantage in body shape, can fight against other species.

However, in the new field, Tianguang Jin can only be distributed on the surface of the body, spreading a little beyond the fists and feet, and cannot expand to weapons.

Qin Ming said to himself: "In this case, as long as I don't let the old guy who has been reborn three times get close to me and keep a suitable distance, I can still fight."

The prerequisite is that he must have a weapon that suits his needs. A sword will definitely not work, as it will most likely be torn apart or broken by the power of heavenly light. However, a long-handled black gold hammer is similar. He believes that he cannot kill the opponent with pure strength.

"Sure enough, I had another sleepless night."

Qin Ming was helpless. He was still very energetic and only took a short nap in the second half of the night. He estimated that he would not need to sleep in the next few days.

In the second half of the night, he studied swordsmanship, completely breaking down the old man's experience, perception, and understanding, and performing them in his own way, adding his own sudden flashes of inspiration and insights.

The next day, Cao Long, Mu Qing and Wei Zhirou told Qin Ming and the others that if there were no special discoveries or gains in the next few days, they would go back.

On this day, they took out a book on intermediate-level Qigong and gave it to Qin Ming, Old Man Liu and others as a reward, and allowed them to pass it on to people around them.

The people from Shuangshu Village were naturally extremely grateful; it was the first time they had come into contact with a new method of this level.

The main thing is that they really helped the three teams a lot. For example, the Fire Bat Cave brought great benefits to Mu Qing, Cao Long and others.

That night, Qin Ming studied this intermediate Qigong and felt that it was not as good as the method in the silk book he practiced. Moreover, this book was copied temporarily, and it did not carry strong emotions at all, so it was impossible to produce spiritual resonance.

"It seems that it must be the result of the hard work left by our predecessors." He had a new understanding.

In the evening, when Qin Ming delivered the intermediate Yi Qigong to Old Man Liu, he asked, "Old man, you are not going to tell the three teams in Chixia City about the places with spiritual substances in order to repay your kindness, right?"

"Don't worry, I know what to do. After I recover from my injuries and you are reborn for the second time, and when the mountains are completely quiet, we will go into the mountains together to look for spiritual substances that can give us three rebirths. The best places are reserved!" said old man Liu, patting his chest.

Then, Qin Ming asked, "Old man, is there any family in our area that has a long history but has completely fallen into decline?"

"Why are you asking this? What do you want to do?" Old man Liu was suspicious.

Qin Ming said: "I want to borrow books from them. Don't worry, I will definitely give them a night silver that they can't refuse!"

(End of this chapter)