Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 3 Hatred
"Oh...my head hurts..."

In a certain cave, Song Qing woke up leisurely, put one palm on the ground, patted his head with one hand, then shook his head again, slowly waking up.

"This is...that cave..."

After Song Qing woke up, he looked around and found that he was still behind the cave, and his tense body relaxed.

"And it was just a dream."

Even now, Song Qing was in a cold sweat thinking of what he saw in the darkness.

"Hey...how did such a thing happen..."

Song Qing wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with a wave of his hand, and slowly closed his eyes, but at this moment, he suddenly opened them again, showing a look of horror.

"Could it be... that matter, is it true..."

When Song Qing closed his eyes, a golden text suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Although Song Qing didn't have much literacy, when he saw that text, he could recognize the "sword" and "refining Qi" in it. He was sure that the words that appeared in front of his eyes were those of the man in white in the darkness. for him.

"Is that the sword art?"

Song Qing lowered his head slightly, his eyes were bright, and he muttered to himself, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, Song Qing raised his head, twitched his head, and twitched the corners of his mouth, looking indifferent.

"Don't care about me, if I don't practice, I don't practice!"

As if he had figured something out, Song Qing quickly got up and patted the dust on his body. Only then did he realize that the broken sword was gone, but he didn't care, and after pulling the corner of his mouth again, he swaggered walked out.

At this time, Song Qing no longer felt nervous when he came.

The cave was very deep and long, but Song Qing walked out quickly.

"I wonder if it's still raining?"

While walking, Song Qing thought to himself.

"Hey, the rain has stopped, it looks like it's time to go home."

When Song Qing walked out of the cave, seeing that the sky had brightened and the rain had stopped, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he stretched himself.

"Go home~"

After finishing speaking, Song Qing hummed a little song and strode away, no longer afraid of anything.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small mountain village.

The mountain village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is very quiet.

Yes, it's very quiet there!
"Huh? What's going on? Why is it so quiet?"

At the entrance of the small mountain village, Song Qing was a little puzzled and frowned.

"It can't be because of a heavy rain that there will be no human voices and dogs barking."

After speaking, Song Qing walked into the village.

"despair……"

"Ok?"

Song Qing stopped suddenly, looked at the stagnant water under his feet, and frowned again.

"How can there be red in this rain?"

In Song Qing's heart, a trace of doubt quietly rose, and then he looked at the village again.

"Mother, Father, Xiaoqing is back."

Song Qing shouted loudly, and then ran into the village.

"Uncle Li? Aunt Wang?"

Suddenly, Song Qing was stunned, stopped, looked at the villagers who fell on the ground, and couldn't believe it.

"Uncle Li, Aunt Wang, wake up!"

Song Qing ran over quickly, trying to wake up the two people who fell on the ground, but when they touched their bodies, they felt a chill.

"How could this be?"

Song Qing's eyes were full of disbelief, he just left for a while, why, why...

"correct!"

Song Qing suddenly got up and looked in a certain direction of the village.

"Aren't Mom and Dad going to be okay? Sure, definitely going to be okay!"

Thinking of this, Song Qing ran in that direction.

The door was not locked, so Song Qing rushed in directly.

In the kitchen, I found the figure of A Niang, and in the back room, I found the figure of Dad, all of them lying in a pool of blood.

The sun gradually went down, and the sky gradually became cooler, but Song Qing didn't know it, and knelt alone in front of a grave. The tombstone was a broken wooden board with a few words written crookedly on it.

"The tomb of my father and mother."

After it was completely dark that day, Song Qing stood up and looked at the tombstone with a cold tone.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, Xiaoqing will definitely avenge you!"

Words spit out from Song Qing's mouth, the ground shook.

"Ugh."

At this moment, a sigh came, and a white figure appeared quietly behind Song Qing.

"Don't be sad."

Although the tone was cold, one could hear the concern in it.

"Hey, Sword Soul, I have learned your sword art!"

Song Qing turned around, looked at the white figure, and said something indifferently.

"Uh... well, I'll do my best to help you."

For Song Qing to say this suddenly, it seems that Jianhun was a little surprised, and he was a little shocked, but he still nodded slightly.

"I don't need your sympathy, Sword Soul."

Song Qing didn't appreciate it, and was still very indifferent.

"Hmph, there are conditions for me to help you. Don't think I'm sympathizing with you kid."

The sword soul was very dissatisfied with Song Qing's ungratefulness, so he snorted coldly and said.

"After you reach a certain level, you will do one thing for me."

"What is it? Sword Soul."

Song Qing looked at Sword Soul indifferently with a hint of sneer, sure enough!

"Hmph, what's the matter, I'll tell you when you arrive."

Sword Soul's complexion also gradually turned ugly, and he snorted coldly.

"Also, don't call me Sword Soul Sword Soul from now on, my name is Tianlang."

"Alright, Tianlang."

Song Qing nodded, then turned around again and looked at the tomb again.

"In the future, what are your plans?"

After a long silence, Tianlang spoke again and asked Song Qing.

"I want to put all the people in the village into the ground first."

Song Qing didn't look back, a cold voice came out of his mouth.

"What about later?"

"do not know."

There was another long silence.

The moon gradually rose, casting a layer of cold frost on Song Qing's body.

"Let's go."

Song Qing turned around, took a look at Tianlang, then ignored him, and walked towards the village.

"Hey……"

Seeing Song Qing leave like this, Tianlang was a little startled, and muttered to himself.

"I didn't expect this incident to have such a big impact on this little guy, but it's okay..."

"Hey, I think, you'd better go to a cultivating sect in the future."

Looking at Song Qing's lonely back, Tianlang hesitated for a moment, then said something to him.

"Cultivation sect?"

Song Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at Tianlang, very puzzled.

"what is that?"

"Uh……"

Seeing that Song Qing didn't know the sect of cultivating immortals, Tianlang couldn't help being taken aback, but then he figured it out and explained it to the former.

"In this world, there is a kind of people called monks. They absorb the aura of heaven and earth, turn it into their own, and practice step by step until they ascend to the immortal world. The sect established by these people is the sect of cultivating immortals."

"Friar? Ascension to the Immortal Realm?"

After hearing Tianlang's words, Song Qing murmured softly.

"Well, you will only understand these later."

Tianlang nodded slightly, but then frowned, and spoke again.

"Besides, if I'm not mistaken, your parents were killed by monks, and you entered the sect of cultivating immortals, so you can investigate..."

Before Tianlang finished speaking, Song Qing interrupted him and said:

"Okay, I'm going to cultivate immortality!"

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will go all out, father and mother, son will definitely avenge you!
(End of this chapter)