Ask about the Immortal Way

Different from Qin Sang's imagination, the man in white looks very young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face like a crown jade, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. There are many grass blades on his face, but he still has no loss of elegance. He is the second generation of Qin Sang The most worthy young man I have ever seen can be called Fengshen Yulang.

The young man's eyes were wide open, as if he was questioning the sky.

Qin Sang gently closed the eyes of the young man in white, hesitated for a moment, and then started searching around him.

The young man was cleaner than the devil. Qin Sang rummaged through his underwear and only found a colorful bag.

The sachet was the size of a palm, decorated with exquisite cloud patterns. It was made of excellent material and was more delicate than the best silk in the previous life. It was closed with a brocade ribbon at the top and hung around the young man's waist. At first, Qin Sang thought it was a sachet. Later, he thought it was a sachet. I found out that it was not, there seemed to be nothing inside.

Qin Sang tried it without opening the bag. The ribbon was stronger than expected.

Qin Sang was disappointed, not to mention the legendary treasures, not even gold or silver.

What about that flying sword?

Thinking of Feijian, Qin Sang's heart felt hot. No matter in the past or present life, there are indispensable legends about sword immortals. Every one of them is extremely exciting and fascinating.

But Qin Sang looked left and right, where was the shadow of the flying sword?

Picking up the hands of the man in white, Qin Sang frowned and found that there seemed to be something in the hands of the man in white. He hurriedly opened them. There were some pale gravel in his left hand, and a wooden handle fell out of his right hand. Small sword.

Qin Sang picked up the sword. There seemed to be a layer of black light on the surface of the small sword, like an ebony sword. The blade was very finely carved and had some lines on it, probably from the wood grain of the material itself. Unfortunately, there was no inscription on it.

This ebony sword is only as long as the little finger and is quite heavy in the hand. However, it has no blade and the tip cannot even pierce your fingers. It is like a toy.

Qin Sang frowned, recalling the scene when he saw the flying sword, and realized that the flying sword and the ebony sword looked exactly the same, but they were much larger than the ebony sword, and were the same size as a normal sword.

Are these terrible ravines caused by this little sword?

Qin Sang wrapped everything in sheepskin and hid it on his chest like the man in black. Suddenly, he heard crackling sounds coming continuously. He raised his upper body and took a look. The flames on the tree had spread to the grassy beach at some point. The breeze was gentle, and the riverbank was covered with yellow grass. It was about to catch fire, and the fire was about to start.

Careless!

Qin Sang cursed secretly, it was too late to collect the body, so he bowed to the young man in white and said softly: "I don't know the origin of my benefactor's name, so I will keep this bag as a token. If I have a chance to find my benefactor's family in the future, I can return it to him." Original owner!”

After that, Qin Sang stared at the boy for a while, remembering his appearance, and scratched the two of them a few times with a knife. Although the fabric was fine, it was made of ordinary material. , and climbed skillfully towards the river.

Seeing the fire coming at a speed visible to the naked eye, Qin Sang was very anxious. He hurriedly found two money bags on the bandit, hurriedly tied the raft tightly, pushed it into the river, climbed up with a knife, and the next moment the flames started to erupt. Swallow the river beach.

'Huhu...'

The fire was raging and the smoke was billowing.

The raft drifted along the current. Qin Sang felt it and saw that the water was indeed gentle, so he felt relieved and turned to stare at the sea of ​​fire.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of lives were lost and no bones were left, including two mysterious immortal masters. Qin Sang didn't feel much trouble in his heart, but he felt extremely tired.

He steeled himself, picked up a few pieces of dry biscuits he had found on the bandits, and wolfed them down with the river water. Thinking of the wealth he had acquired with his life, he hurriedly took them out and sorted them out.

The two money bags contained mostly gold, worth nearly a hundred taels of silver, which was enough for him to squander for a while, but Qin Sang put it away with a casual tap.

After wrapping the book and the brochure in sheepskin and hiding it close to his chest, Qin Sang took some cotton threads from his body, tied up the small sword, hung it around his neck, and hid it in his collar.

The little sword has an inconspicuous appearance. Even if an outsider saw it, they would only think it was an amulet made of wood. They would definitely not think it was an immortal flying sword.

He wanted to go ashore and ask for help when he saw the villages and towns, but unexpectedly there was no one around for a long time. Qin Sang cut a branch and fixed his calf, lying on the raft, playing with the small sword with his fingers, staring behind him, his eyes changing, and the sky was vaguely visible. Saw the drifting smoke.

…

There was another car accident!

That terrifying dark vortex appeared again and again, this time it lasted especially long, and it turned faster and faster.

Qin Sang's whole body was cold and he was about to suffocate. He suddenly sat up in shock and found that he was still on the raft. It was just a nightmare. After he was out of danger, he felt relaxed and fell asleep on the raft due to the embarrassment.

I don’t know how long I slept, but it was already night, a starry night without a moon. A few stars were scattered on the water, and were broken into pieces by layers of water waves.

‘Wow! ’

Suddenly a wave rushed up. Qin Sang shuddered and woke up completely. He was shocked to realize that he was already soaked all over. The river here was fast and the waves were constant. It was far less calm than during the day.

The raft was rising and falling in the water waves. Qin Sang looked down and suddenly broke into a cold sweat. There was a huge whirlpool on the water in front of him. The raft was drifting towards the center of the whirlpool. No wonder he kept dreaming about that scene.

Qin Sang knew the horror of the whirlpool in the water and was horrified. Only then did he realize that the raft had drifted into a wide river at some point. The river was turbulent and the wind was strong and the waves were dangerous.

He was alone on a raft floating in the middle of the river, helpless, and could only paddle with a knife, but with little success.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind.

"Boy on the raft, stop paddling and grab the rope!"

Qin Sang turned around and saw a large ship parked on the river. In the dark night, he could only see a dark outline and a few lights. A lamp was hung out of the ship, and then the lamp drew an arc and fell into the river. Qin Sang Only then did Sang see clearly that it was actually in someone's hand.

This person holds a lamp in one hand and pulls a rope with the other hand. The moment he lands on the water, he jumps up again with his toes. In this way, he does not sink in the water and walks on the waves as if he were walking on flat ground.

Another immortal master?

Qin Sang's eyes widened.

"Got it!"

Halfway through the journey, the man yelled again, flicked his arm fiercely, threw the rope into the air, and flew towards Qin Sang with a whoosh. He looked very fast, but when he was about to fall in front of Qin Sang, his strength was removed. Quite a few, Qin Sang hurriedly threw away the knife, struggled to get up, grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his waist without stopping, and then hugged it tightly.

Seeing Qin Sang's cleverness, the man praised him, swung the lamp, turned around and shouted, "Pull the rope!"

Hearing a shout from the boat, the rope straightened instantly, and a huge force took Qin Sang straight up. Seeing that he was about to hit the side of the ship, Qin Sang closed her eyes tightly in horror.

The man pushed hard on the water, rose into the air, grabbed Qin Sang's collar, stepped on the side of the boat, and jumped onto the boat in a few steps.