Night without Borders

Chapter 68: Pig in the Palm
"Chonghe, why don't you come back with me? There might be a chance for this matter to turn around." Cui Hong said.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming took a few steps back. The pitch-black desert was about to swallow him up, and even his outline could not be seen.

How could he possibly go to Cui's house? The two years after his memory faded had made him abandon all his original thoughts and re-examine the past. Now his vision and judgment were completely different from before.

It was as if he had jumped out of his original life trajectory, breaking free from a turbulent and dangerous river that was carrying him forward. Now he had a brand new beginning, and there was no way he could go back again.

Retreating again and again in the desert was Qin Ming's instinctive reaction. He absolutely could not fall into the quagmire of the Cui family again, otherwise he would be in real danger.

"Chonghe, why do you have such a reaction and such an expression?" Cui Hong couldn't help but sigh when he saw him retreating as if facing a formidable enemy.

It is obvious that Cui Chonghe in front of him regards the Cui family as a scourge and does not want to be contaminated or have any contact with them. He has already shouted that he only lives for himself.

"Are you going to force me?" Qin Ming asked, pulling out his mutton-fat jade iron knife, and said, "Even if I am not your opponent, I will not sit still and wait for death."

"Hmm?" Cui Hong was surprised, because when he saw Qin Ming's sword posture, he actually had the temperament of a master of swordsmanship, which was quite extraordinary.

He even had the illusion that no matter what the young man's true strength was, he already had some of the bearing of a sword master!

"Huh?" On the rugged mountain road, Meng Xinghai showed a surprised look in the fog, looking ahead. He was just a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. How could he have such aura in the field of swordsmanship?
Cui Hong did not use the skylight, but just stretched out his long arm and struck forward casually. He wanted to see if Qin Ming really had some achievements in the field of swordsmanship.

The mutton-fat jade iron knife painted with mineral pigments, with the handle slightly shorter than the arm, drew a blade light accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder in Qin Ming's hand, like a dark rainy night coming, and a dazzling lightning suddenly tore through the night sky.

With a "swish" sound, a piece of Cui Hong's clothes was cut off and fell on the yellow sand, which made him a little dazed.

Although he restrained the light of heaven and casually stretched out his hand to suppress himself for fear of hurting the young man in front of him, the other party should not be able to hit him no matter what.

What level of person is he? He was actually cut off a corner of his sleeve by a young man who had just stepped into the new field. If it were spread out, no one would believe it.

Cui Hong looked at the tall figure in front of him that was completely hidden in the darkness with a complicated expression.

In the distance, Meng Xinghai also showed a surprised look and whispered: "The people of the Cui family are really amazing. I thought I was seeing things. I didn't expect that, judging from the pure sword skills alone, this young man can indeed be called a master. His attainments in the way of swordsmanship are extremely profound!"

Li Qingyue was surprised. She knew very well that Meng Xinghai himself used a knife as a weapon. It was really outstanding to receive such an evaluation from him.

She thought of the night when Qin Ming conquered Jinji Ridge alone and killed two fourth-generation bandits. Afterwards, an old ranger explained that there were at least three people who attacked, and they were good at using knives, guns, and arrows respectively.

Li Qingyue realized that the word "good at" was not enough to describe Qin Ming's level in the field of swordsmanship.

"Chonghe, you really surprised me. Come back with me and give it a try." Cui Hong said.

"Let's give it a try?" Qin Ming would never pin his fate on the "goodwill" of others. The people in the Cui family could destroy his new life with a single thought, so why take the risk?
He said, "You have already conceded that even if I master the techniques in the silk book, it will be useless, not to mention my little attainment in the way of the sword. I will not go with you."

Cui Hong stopped talking. He wanted to capture Qin Ming first. He felt unsafe staying in this dark desert all the time. He didn't want to break taboos and get involved in any "legend".

"Stop!" Meng Xinghai shouted, and his figure flashed in the desert, trying to stop it.

Li Qingyue also appeared in front of him, stepping on the yellow sand like a fairy.

Cui Hong had already noticed them and didn't want to cause any trouble, so he quickly reached out and grabbed Qin Ming.

When Meng Xinghai tried to intercept, he suddenly stopped, showed a strange look, and took a few steps back.

"Don't you want to repay me? I'm almost crippled, and you still don't help me?" Qin Ming whispered quickly in the dark desert.

boom!
Cui Hong felt a sharp pain in his right hand, as if he had been kicked by a wild dragon. He lost his balance and waded through the yellow sand, retreating more than ten meters.

"Hiss!" He took a breath of cold air that smelled of dust, and his right hand felt numb and painful. The feeling was very similar to the time when he was kicked by a donkey when he was a child.

He looked down at his right hand. With his powerful perception, he could see things at close range in the desert. His right hand looked like it was stamped with a seal, and it was so red that it was about to bleed.

Cui Hong looked carefully and found that it was actually a hoof print.

"This hand is really hard." A groaning sound came from the darkness, and then the creature spoke again: "How do you humans describe this situation? It seems to be a stone in the toilet, right?"

Qin Ming remained silent and made no comment.

After all, Cui Hong had saved his life, regardless of whether it was his duty or not.

Cui Hong stared into the darkness and saw that Qin Ming was holding a mini wild boar in his right hand. The mini wild boar was slightly longer than his palm. It was obvious that he had been kicked by the pig!
Li Qingyue stared at the little boar through a special pupil technique and felt that it was very dangerous, as if a huge monster was lurking in the night fog.

"Who is the master of Black and White Mountain?" Meng Xinghai asked.

Cui Hong's face suddenly changed. It turned out to be the mountain master. He came here to ask for something, but now it turned into a pig in the palm of his hand and appeared here.

The wild boar said, "Alas, you lost pig, I am the former mountain master. You should have seen the new mountain master. He is unfathomable, right? He has replaced me a long time ago, but he just kept quiet and didn't make a fuss."

The reason why Qin Ming stood here and talked to Cui Hong was naturally because he had some confidence.

Although the wild boar snored loudly last night, it also said something to him: "Since we meet by chance, I might as well repay you on the way and settle a cause and effect in the mountains." Qin Ming still doesn't know what it was repaying for, but since it can change its size and speak human language, it must be very powerful.

If he didn't have this wild boar, he would have to fight hard and use extremely extreme means to "offend" this terrifying desert.

"Master, do you want to interfere in the affairs of my Cui family?" Cui Hong said.

The old boar said, "How dare I? We are a family of a thousand years old, famous in the vast dark world, and shocking all creatures. How could I overestimate my own abilities? But I promise to help him get through this section of the journey."

Cui Hong's face was uncertain, he knew he was no match for him. Moreover, this old mountain master who had lost his territory was the most difficult to provoke. If you really didn't give him face and angered him, he would do anything. Anyway, he had no territory, and he would dive into the dark end of the earth afterwards, making it difficult to chase him.

He nodded and said, "Okay, since the mountain master has spoken, let's talk about it after we pass this section."

Meng Xinghai said, "What's the name of this brother from the Cui family? You are willing to waste such a genius in swordsmanship. Since you don't want him, how about you set a condition and let me take him away?"

Soon, Cui Hong found out the other party's identity. No wonder he had the confidence to say that, because he also came from a thousand-year-old family.

Moreover, Cui Hong recognized the girl opposite him, Li Qingyue.

He had a deep impression that at that time, the children of some of the top families were all waiting in the same huge city for outsiders to come and choose them as disciples. In the end, Li Qingyue was taken away by a famous figure.

Meng Xinghai showed a strange look. At this moment, he already knew who Qin Ming was. He had also heard about the incident two years ago. He actually met this Cui Chonghe.

"I've heard bits and pieces. If your Cui family had killed him in this remote place like this, and it got out, you would probably be known as mean and ungrateful, which would not be good," said Meng Xinghai.

At the same time, he pointed at Li Qingyue and said, "You, the Cui family, can't kill both her and me, after all, we all saw it."

Cui Hong's face changed. What was he thinking about when a thousand-year-old family had a bloody conflict or even a war? That would cause big problems.

In Qin Ming's shattered memories, there were scattered and broken lines that were now connecting. He spoke quickly, "From now on, even if I die, I will never mention that I am a member of the Cui family, and I will never join your circle again. From now on, I am just Qin Ming."

Two years ago, he couldn't understand or see through certain things, but now he is different. Even if he only catches a few clues, he has realized something.

Now, what Qin Ming wants to do most is to be reborn for the fourth time as soon as possible, see through all the fog, know his past experiences, and no longer have to ask other people.

Cui Hong said, "How has the Cui family ever been mean and ungrateful? I have a feeling that within a few years, the young master will be invited back."

When Qin Ming heard this, he didn't want to say anything.

Meng Xinghai said: "In that case, you should release the birds and ask for instructions from your Cui family. It would be bad for others to know that you acted like this, which would damage the reputation of our thousand-year-old family."

Then, he looked at Qin Ming and said, "I have heard that there was an incredible swordsmanship genius in this area more than 200 years ago. Unfortunately, because he did not get a suitable rebirth method in his early years, he wasted half his life. Even with his master-level sword skills, that senior could not stay in the world for long. I see that your temperament in the swordsmanship seems to contain the sword intention of that senior."

Qin Ming bowed to him, thanked him for speaking for him, and then said, "That's my master."

Instantly, the scene became quiet.

Meng Xinghai felt that this young man was a bit unreliable as he kept talking about running a dragon!
According to what he understood, although the sword master retired and disappeared after his blood and energy were exhausted, it was expected that he would not live for many more years.

Li Qingyue also showed a strange look as she looked at this old friend. How come he had changed so much after not seeing him for two years?
"Chonghe, don't talk nonsense." Cui Hong said.

"Although my master lost one arm, he created the Heaven-Severing Blade Intent and killed all his opponents with his own hands. He no longer had any obsessions. In his later years, he left the mountains and accidentally discovered a rare spiritual substance that prolonged his life. He walked on the road to a new life and has indeed lived to this day, but now he is indeed in his twilight years."

Qin Ming spoke calmly, recounting some of the real scenes he saw in the sword manual, restoring many of the one-armed old man's words, and even describing his appearance.

The old boar was the first to be confused and said, "Is it really that person?!"

Meng Xinghai was also a little absent-minded. He thought of some predecessors. If there was no way forward, or there was no hope in old age, some people would choose to go into the mountains and swamps to look for opportunities. Could it be that this master of swordsmanship had a miraculous fate?

Cui Hong was also stunned. If it was true, a sword master who was over 200 years old would not be a simple person!

Qin Ming didn't care whether they believed it or not. His current situation was so bad that he would just blow it away if he could. He wouldn't lose anything.

"How about we leave it at that for today?" The old wild boar spoke. It jumped from Qin Ming's hand to the ground and called him to go on the road together.

Cui Hong watched quietly, preparing to take the young master away after they had walked this distance.

However, the next moment he lost his composure as he smelled a familiar fishy smell.

Meng Xinghai and Li Qingyue also frowned, held their breath, and then stepped back.

Deep in the darkness, Qin Ming witnessed with his own eyes that after the Palm Pig reached the ground, it urinated a lot, turning the yellow sand into a big puddle.

Rumble!
The entire desert was in turmoil again, with black fog swirling violently.

"Let's go. Why are you still standing there? I'll take you out." The old wild boar turned around and nodded at Qin Ming, motioning him to follow.

(End of this chapter)