Night without Borders

Chapter 67 From now on, I will live only for myself

Qin Ming had a splitting headache, as if a not very sharp axe was hitting him on the head again and again, making him feel that his brain was broken, his vision went black, and he was in so much pain that he was about to faint.

He took a deep breath, but still couldn't control himself. He staggered and his emotions fluctuated violently, as if he was burning in flames.

"Why do you treat me like this?" he whispered in severe pain. He had thought of many things, but he never expected that it was his parents who asked Cui Hong to treat him like this.

This feeling was like his heart was being torn apart bit by bit, causing his body to tremble slightly. It was more painful than the day when the feathered boy broke his arm and cracked his skull with a purple bamboo stick.

Qin Ming staggered backwards, a broken picture appearing in his mind. No wonder when he was reborn for the third time, he dipped his finger in coarse tea and wrote a word on the table: Abandon.

Now he recalled more. Before he was found by the young man in feathered clothes, when he was living in that peaceful village, he had silently written the word "abandon" that night.

He remained silent until the village was engulfed by a sudden fire, attacked by a large number of masters, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. Facing the life-and-death catastrophe, he watched calmly without saying a word.

"Did I not want to speak at that time? It was as if I had a premonition of what would happen. Was it extreme disappointment? Or perhaps sadness and loss." Qin Ming stood in the desert, enduring the severe pain in his head. He felt like he was tearing open a scar from the past and experiencing torture again.

He saw clearly that even though he was about to be engulfed by the fire, the expression on his face did not change at all, and in the end he even looked towards the horizon and the dark night with relief, as if he had completely let go of everything.

"Did I feel a sense of relief at the last moment? I had anticipated it, but when it really came, I was able to face it calmly."

Qin Ming stood in the desert with red eyes, looking at himself at that time. He felt unwilling, dissatisfied, and indignant for himself two years ago. This was an emotion that surged up from the bottom of his heart.

"Master, Chonghe, what's wrong with you?" Cui Hong felt a little sorry when he saw him like this and wanted to step forward.

"Don't come over here yet!" Qin Ming said in a low voice.

There was an endless fire in front of him, and he was almost hit by the burning beams. He didn't care about life or death at that time.

Two years ago, for some unknown reason, he let out a final sigh in silence, as if he had let go of everything.

But now he really doesn't want to give in!
"Because I was beaten almost to death by that feathered boy, I lost a lot of my memories, so now I can't let go of that past? I can't understand why I was relieved at the last moment that night two years ago."

Qin Ming stood in the desert, enduring the severe pain and recalling.

Some broken images surged out again, like a dense forest of spears, or a formation of cold long swords, ruthlessly attacking in his mind, trying to tear him to pieces.

It was another night, and he saw many people.

This should be an earlier scene, before meeting the young man in feathered clothes. He was surrounded by a large group of people and was separating from the people of the Cui family.

A middle-aged couple stood opposite him, watching him board a bronze chariot engraved with cloud patterns.

The middle-aged man said nothing, looking very dignified, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see straight into people's hearts, and he watched him leave calmly.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, with her hair tied up high and a golden feather as a hairpin. There was no emotion on her delicate face as she watched Qin Ming go away.

Many old men nearby who were full of vigor and vitality seemed to be intimidated by the aura of these two people and kept a certain distance from them, otherwise they felt quite uncomfortable.

At that time, Qin Ming couldn't help but look back, but he only saw their backs. The middle-aged man and woman had already left with their people. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Although the picture was fragmented and blurry, Qin Ming could clearly feel that he had strong emotional fluctuations at that time, as if he was facing a life-and-death separation, with reluctance, endless loss, and a bit of resentment.

"Chonghe, are you okay?" Cui Hong looked worried.

Qin Ming looked at him and said, "I am actually living a good life now. It would be even better if you didn't show up again!"

His headache eased a little. He touched his face and found traces of tears. He didn't know when they came. He was a little annoyed and wiped them away.

This cheap liquid is not what he should have now. The past has become the past and should be thrown away. What is there to cry about?
Qin Ming had no expression on his face. He said, "I always thought I had done something wrong. It was not until now that I was sure that I had done nothing wrong to you or the Cui family. And you came to me again. What else do you want?" Cui Hong said, "I came here to ask for the Yin-Yang medicine and for your business. I have arranged a mansion and someone will protect you. You don't have to travel far to the outside world to take risks."

"You guys want to ruin my future with just one sentence?!" Qin Ming's eyes became sharp, even a little red. He had been through so much, was badly injured, covered in blood, like a beggar in the snow and ice. If the people of Shuangshu Village hadn't taken him back, he would have died long ago.

Now, they wanted to completely pin him down in this remote place with just a few words. Why? Everything he had now was earned by risking his life in the mountains, without any help from the Cui family.

Cui Hong also fell silent, feeling guilty and reluctant again, but this was his mission, how could he go back without completing it?

After a long time, he spoke seriously: "Chonghe, you should have changed to practice the new local methods, right? After all, the methods in the silk book can no longer be practiced without the guidance of the predecessors. And these new local methods are not very advanced, and it is difficult to achieve any great success in the end. Even if you work very hard and exhaust your energy, you can only become a master in such a small place at most. If you really want to go out, it will be very bleak, and you will not be considered a dazzling strong man outside. Therefore, you might as well take advantage of the fact that you are just starting out now and ruthlessly cut off your new path. Live a safe and prosperous life here, and someone will protect and take care of you. What's wrong with that?"

Qin Ming was filled with anger. Why should others arrange his path and his life?
He asked, "As long as I am reborn, whether it is the law in the silk book or other new laws, you will obey orders to stop me and attack me, right?"

Cui Hong was silent.

"My parents' decision..." Qin Ming looked at the dark desert. Amidst his endless indignation, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The hardships he had suffered in the past had made him face death, and he had even died once, but he had never been afraid or scared. However, the blow of family love and human nature left him vulnerable to attack.

Although the various scenes were broken, incomplete, and omitted a lot, Qin Ming vaguely guessed something from the word "abandon". Abandoned pieces, chess pieces, no matter which one it was, it made him breathe heavily, and now he couldn't let it go.

He was certain that not only had he done nothing wrong to the Cui family, but he had also paid with his life and narrowly escaped death, yet was sent to such a remote place.

Qin Ming saw flames burning in front of his eyes and blurry images flashing in front of him. He became more and more convinced that many people in the Cui family already knew what would happen that night.

"Push me out to ward off disaster?"

But he couldn't understand, he had fallen into this situation, why did the Cui family, or to be more exact, his parents, still do this?

What he once thought was unreal gradually became real. How desperate he was in the past to think that life was fake and pieced together, because some of the beliefs in his heart collapsed.

Cui Hong walked forward without saying anything. Although he felt regretful, he was still ready to take action.

"Can you tell me everything I've been through?" Qin Ming suddenly asked, pointing to his head. "You should have witnessed what happened that night. My skull was smashed in three places by that feathered boy. I have forgotten a lot of things. Even if you want to do it, let me go with a clear mind."

"What?" Cui Hong's face suddenly changed. He was deeply surprised and felt very guilty. He said, "I didn't know that you even lost your memory. This is our fault. We should have gotten there faster. I'm sorry, Master, Chonghe."

His emotions fluctuated greatly, and he said, "Chonghe, I am not here to kill you, but to eliminate your new life. No one will target you anymore. You can marry and have children here, and there will be no more disputes!"

"What's the difference between this and killing me? I just want to start a new life. This is the future I chose. Why do you want to cut it off?" Qin Ming said this and asked loudly, "I have completely forgotten the past. Only fragments of memory remain. What are you still worried about?"

"How could this happen?!" A cry of surprise came from the rugged path at the edge of the desert, and Li Qingyue, dressed in feathered clothes, appeared.

Beside her, besides the maid and two men in golden armor, there was also Meng Xinghai, the new lord of Chixia City.

There is silence in the desert.

Cui Hong did not retreat, looking at the young man in front of him.

Qin Ming realized that the other party would eventually take action, so he said, "A weak family, my neighbor, a very ordinary couple can take good care of their children, full of affection and warmth, and will protect them with their lives. A thousand-year-old family? From now on, we will have no more dealings with each other, and it is better to abandon it from now on."

At this moment, there was a voice in Qin Ming's heart, as if sighing, telling him that everything was over. Those were his parents, and he should not blame anything anymore. It was his duty to give something, and he should just go on a journey and leave.

At the moment, he was shaking his head and couldn't remain calm at all.

"I have died once. From now on, I am no longer Cui Chonghe. The resurrected me is Qin Ming. From now on, I just want to live for myself!" Qin Ming shouted loudly in the desert.

(End of this chapter)