Night without Borders

Chapter 77 The truth is just a curtain

At night, Chixia City gradually becomes dim from hazy and blends into the real night.

The sunstone in the room was almost extinguished. Qin Ming sat there motionless. His face could not be seen clearly, only his eyes still had light.

He looked at himself at the age of fourteen again. At that time, he was sentimental and cared about the people around him. He was reluctant to let go when faced with the separation of life and death.

At that moment, fourteen-year-old Qin Ming was trembling slightly. He wanted to take a last look at his parents and younger brother, because he knew that he would probably die if he went there.

When he looked back, he only saw his parents walking away.

Fourteen-year-old Qin Ming's eyes were red. He tried hard to restrain himself, turned around quickly, and set off with the elderly people in his family.

As expected, they were blocked, and although they were on the run, they were eventually found.

This group of old and frail elders of the Cui family, who would not live for many more years, displayed extremely terrifying fighting power. Coupled with their fearlessness and bravery, even the Li family was frightened for a time.

"Some of these old men are powerful figures in the Cui family's main line. They get more powerful as they get older. Well, I saw Cui Chonghe. He is likely to be the next generation's flag bearer."

In the darkness, several pairs of eyes in the Li family's camp were staring at the fleeing people from the Cui family.

"Although Cui Chonghe has not yet embarked on the path of rebirth, he should really have special talents and may become an immortal in the future. Recently, there is reliable news to prove that he was determined at a very young age and is extremely suitable for the path of an outsider."

A group of experts from the Li family suspected that these powerful figures from the Cui family had gone crazy and wanted to take Cui Chonghe to break out and go to the outside world to meet the legendary "old senior", who was Cui Chonghe's future master.

Qin Ming saw a lot of blood and bones, some of which belonged to the elders of the Cui family and some to the masters of the Li family. Finally, they broke through and went away, disguised themselves, wearing tattered clothes, and entered a village that the Cui family had planned for many years, lying dormant for a while.

In fact, after several bloody battles, the Li family seemed to have realized something, and they were not so eager to hunt them down afterwards.

"The Li family may have discovered the people from our Cui family who left via another route."

"There is another possibility. The ancestor who disappeared for more than two hundred years has come out again."

In the village, several elders of the Cui family were whispering. By now, they were actually seriously injured and dying, and had lost the strength to fight again.

A group of old men with limited lifespans have fought so hard that only a few are left and they all fell on the road.

It was precisely because they were so crazy and fearless of death that the people of the Li family became frightened in the end and dared not fight anymore. They did not realize that they could completely destroy their opponents if they put in a little more effort.

Fourteen-year-old Qin Ming remained silent, because even these old people themselves said that they had made full use of their "residual energy".

An old man with white hair and wrinkles on his bloodstained face looked a little creepy when he smiled in the dark. He looked at Qin Ming and sighed, "Your talent is extraordinary and you are very suitable for the path of rebirth. It's a pity to learn the method in the silk book. You can't practice it anymore."

Another old man looked at Qin Ming with a complicated expression and said, "Wait a little longer. Xiao Qi will come to rescue you after he gets the news."

In the inn, Qin Ming watched the scene carefully.

Obviously, everyone in the Cui family knew that Uncle Cui Hao was the best to him, even these old men said so.

"Are you Uncle Seven's...biological grandfather?" Fourteen-year-old Qin Ming asked. What he saw and heard along the way made him realize something, and when he thought back on the past, he felt very lost.

"Yes, Xiaoqi is my favorite grandson. He has a fatal weakness: he is too sentimental. Come, sit next to me. No one can touch you until I die." The old man patted the seat to his side.

Is loyalty a fatal weakness? After the fourteen-year-old Qin Ming sat down, he thought, this is the kind of person he is.

"You old guys, stay away from me!" Uncle Seven's grandfather raised his head and looked at the other old men covered in blood, and his attitude was not very good.

An old man said, "All of us will die here, and there is no regret. After all, we have killed so many people from the Li family. The Li family wants to rise, and by colliding with our Cui family, they can show their strength, gain prestige, and thus be promoted to a thousand-year-old family. They will also have to pay a heavy price. They are destined to shed a lot of blood this time. Regardless of whether the Li family is pushed forward by others, they will not be the final winner."

"This child is still young, and he still has regrets. He shouldn't have died here. You guys should sit over there." Uncle Seven's grandfather said.

Several elderly people stood up and distanced themselves from them.

In the inn, Qin Ming thought again and looked at the other old men.

Uncle Qi's grandfather took Qin Ming into a dilapidated house in the village and said, "According to Xiao Qi's temperament, he will come to save you after knowing it, but he will most likely be stopped by others. The clan will not allow him to get into trouble. After all, his talent is most similar to mine, and he is one of the Cui family's future strongest fighters. I don't think Xiao Qi will give up, so someone will send a corresponding expert to save you. I just hope they can arrive early and don't miss the opportunity. Well, don't worry, the Li family is not stupid. They already know what's going on now. The experts are no longer paying attention to this place, and..."

As he said this, he began to cough, with blood constantly pouring out of his mouth. Qin Ming hurried forward, but didn't know how to help him.

The old man waved his hand and said, "My body is failing. Let's go on. I think the ancestor has appeared. Both sides are probably retreating now. There is no major battle. You may survive." The old man glanced outside the house and spoke in a secret way that only sounded in Qin Ming's ears. He said, "I will die soon. Don't leave this room. Just say I am healing and don't let them disturb me."

Fourteen-year-old Qin Ming nodded with tears in his eyes, watching the old man close his eyes and remain motionless.

In the inn, the sun stone was completely extinguished. Qin Ming sat there and said softly: "Before I lost my memory, I...actually knew a lot."

In the shabby room, fourteen-year-old Qin Ming only wrote the word "abandon" and didn't want to talk anymore, remaining silent.

Because his memory was restored, Qin Ming now experienced the feeling at that moment again. It was an uncomfortable feeling, more painful than having his skull smashed later, and more unbearable than having someone slowly cut open his heart and lungs with a knife. He sat there, feeling so uncomfortable that he felt like he was suffocating.

In the inn, Qin Ming shook his head vigorously, finally getting rid of that emotion, and re-examined the past, as if he was talking to himself more than two years ago, telling his former self, "Because of what you have seen and heard along the way, looking back on the past, do you think you have discovered the so-called truth? In fact, it is still just a curtain."

The slightly yellowed book of memory was turned over again, and the dust was gone. Qin Ming looked back to the past and saw the young man in feathered clothes, Li Qingxu, walking towards him with an empty and otherworldly look and attacking him directly.

Cui Hao's grandfather was not wrong. The Li family did not send out a large number of masters to continue hunting them down, but a small group of masters leading the team and gathering followers from nearby cities was enough to destroy the village.

In the inn, Qin Ming did not skip this memory and experienced the suffering of broken arm and shattered skull again. He quietly reviewed all the details of the past because he wanted to completely uncover the curtain woven with the so-called truth.

Uncle Cui did not show up, and as the old man predicted, Cui Hong, a man with very long arms, and a woman with a red mole on her right eyebrow arrived and quickly disappeared into the night with him. They passed by Luoyue City but did not enter, choosing to travel far away.

"It doesn't matter where we go, as long as it's a remote place." Qin Ming said to himself in the inn. He looked at Cui Hong and the woman in her early thirties and knew why they took him to Black and White Mountains.

More than two years ago, a beam of light from the sky penetrated the night sky and flew to various places. One of the beams of light fell on the Black and White Mountain. The two men were going to explore it, and the place also met the requirement of being a "remote place", which led to Qin Ming ending up stranded in that area.

"More than two years ago, I was actually very perceptive and aware. Everything was because I was too sentimental. Was that really a weakness? Probably!" Qin Ming said in a soft voice.

He said to himself: "I was still a little younger then, and I didn't know as much as I do now."

The most important point is that Qin Ming relied on his own success in practicing the silk book and used it as a foundation to completely regenerate his body. He initially paved the way and saw a corner of the truth about the past.

The silk book is magical. Since his rebirth, his subconscious mind has become extremely active. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he saw his ignorant self. He should have been only about three years old at that time. And these were not the memories he had lost when his skull was smashed by the feathered boy!

Those are childhood memories that naturally fade away with the passage of time. It is difficult for normal people to remember things before the age of three when they grow up.

"Silk book, it's worth it that I started practicing since I was young. At the critical moment, you let me see my original self. Maybe it was my persistence in practicing for more than ten years that saved my life in the end."

Qin Ming suspected that his practice of silk book was not without effect, perhaps he had been accumulating something. Because, when he was hit on the head by the feathered boy Li Qingxu in three places, he should have been considered dead, and under normal circumstances he would not have survived.

"When I was young, I didn't have a good life. I wore patched clothes and had holes in my shoes. I was probably not as good as the children of ordinary families. The old man who taught me to write and read silk books to me was just an ordinary person, with rough hands and clothes as poor as mine."

However, in the Cui family, the fifth and seventh masters said that the grandfather in Qin Ming's memory had "cut off all ties" and was about to forge his own path. He had already traveled far away to the imperial capital of the Dayu Kingdom.

The old man who depended on Qin Ming for survival was obviously just an ordinary person, but they lied to him and said he was a great master. If he was extraordinary, why did the grandfather and grandson live in such poverty?
Qin Ming felt a little sorry for his past self. Looking through the yellowed book of memories, he looked back to the past and felt the same mood again.

During Qin Ming's time at the Cui family, his childhood memories naturally faded as he grew up, but he still had a vague impression that he should have a very close grandfather.

"I miss him, that grandpa." Those were the original words in his old memory. At that time, his eyes were red and he wanted to take back the silk book that belonged to him.

But several elders of the Cui family refused, saying that the silk book was an ancient artifact and could be easily damaged. They asked him to practice the new method at the front of the silk book before looking at the subsequent methods.

From then on, the very young Qin Ming practiced regardless of weather conditions for many years without interruption.

All this was because he wanted to get the silk book back. He missed the grandfather in his memory. That was the deepest emotion in his heart.

Although his memory of his grandfather faded completely with the passage of time, and he even forgot about it in the end, but practicing silk calligraphy had become an instinct for him, and an obsession that he didn't know why was supporting him and making him want to persevere.

Apparently, in the earliest days of the Cui family, he had been intentionally guided by someone. If he wanted to see the grandfather in his memory, he had to practice this silk book!
When Qin Ming looks back now, he can find traces of many things.

Did Erye really leak the secret while drunk? Wuye's just-right hints, are these too much? There are too many details.

"How can a child be your opponent if you do this? This is a bit of a bully."

Qin Ming muttered to himself in the dim room. He reviewed it carefully and found many things that didn't make sense and didn't make sense.

"All the events, the whole process, if there was one more person, then everything would match up and it would be understandable." He opened the window and looked out at the dark night. If this was the case, then he was really a bit pathetic and lamentable.

(End of this chapter)