Mortals ask the immortals

When the voice sounded, Duan Qing suddenly shuddered, came back to his senses, and felt a chill on his back.

In this desolate wilderness, where no one lives, how could there be a human voice, and it sounded so scary, all kinds of horror legends he had heard before flashed through his mind.

I heard that when you walk alone in the middle of the night and hear someone calling, don't look back or agree, otherwise something terrible will happen...

Thinking of this, he was very scared in his heart, and his body kept moving towards the fire. In this dark wilderness, the only thing that could comfort him now was the fire in front of him.

Duan Qing stared at the fire, not daring to blink. He was extremely afraid of the coming of darkness, even if it was only for a moment.

At this time, the surroundings were strangely quiet, with only Duan Qing's panting and the crackling sound of burning branches.

"Little brother, don't... don't be afraid... I'm a human, not... I'm... a ghost."

Suddenly, the voice sounded again, and it was very difficult to finish a sentence, sounding very weak.

Duan Qing heard it clearly this time. The voice came from his left side. Judging from the tone, it should be a person, not the horrible thing he thought in his mind. The heart hanging in his heart was immediately relieved, and he mustered up the courage to look to the left.

I saw a figure lying under a tree not far away. The figure looked like a man. Combined with the tone of the previous speech, it seemed that this person was in a very bad state at this time, and he might be injured or something.

Duan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and stood up and walked towards the man. When he got closer, Duan Qing finally saw the man's appearance.

I saw him lying on the ground on his side in red clothes, facing him. Under the light of the fire, the clothes were very close to the color of the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

No wonder he hadn't noticed it before. Although he had speculated that this person should be injured before, Duan Qing was still scared when he saw his face.

The man had disheveled hair and a pale face, without a trace of blood. A horrible scar on his face almost penetrated his entire face. The scar and the surrounding skin were black, but it was still possible to tell that he was a young man.

"You... who are you?"

Duan Qing was so frightened that he was speechless again and stammered.

"Don't be afraid, little brother. I'm not a bad person."

The injured young man finished a sentence in one breath for the first time. Unlike the previous two times, he struggled to stand up from the ground and tried to show a kind expression to Duan Qing, but with the horrible scar on his face, he looked weird and gloomy.

After he stood up, he walked straight in one direction, his body trembling, as if he could fall at any time.

After walking a few steps, the injured young man stopped, bent down and groped for something from a dead leaf. In Duan Qing's surprised eyes, he picked up a three-foot-long sword from the ground. He turned around and grinned at Duan Qing, and limped towards the fire with the sword as a crutch.

Duan Qing stared blankly at the injured young man who looked seriously injured. He walked past him and took out a sword from somewhere. The sword looked ordinary, but Duan Qing always felt that it was not an ordinary sword.

Because when he saw the sword, he felt like he was being stared at, as if as long as he moved, the sword would appear on his neck the next moment.

Duan Qing sat by the fire nervously, occasionally putting dead branches in it, and occasionally glancing at the injured young man sitting cross-legged next to him.

The man had not said a word since he walked to the fire and sat down. He just sat with his eyes closed, and the sword was also casually placed aside by him.

After a while, the injured young man turned to Duan Qing and asked. "Little brother, why did you come to such a place alone?

When Duan Qing heard the words of the injured young man, he remembered what happened before, Uncle Wang, whose life or death was unknown, and Xiucai and others. He felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but tell everything that happened to him. As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he started crying.

After all, he was just a young man who had not experienced the world, and everything that happened today was beyond his limit.

It was just that he had been alone before, and he had no way to vent. Now facing this injured young man who seemed to be in a very bad situation, he suddenly felt a sense of sympathy, and couldn't help but vent all the grievances and pains in his heart.

The injured young man listened silently beside him, without saying a word, looking at the helpless look of the young man beside him, sympathy appeared in his eyes.

After crying for a long time, Duan Qing finally stabilized his emotions. After crying and venting, he felt much better.

Looking up at the injured young man next to him, Duan Qing choked and asked curiously: "By the way, this big brother, who are you? Why are you here and so seriously injured? "

The injured young man did not speak, but sighed and looked at Duan Qing, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, as if he had decided something, he slowly said: "Little brother, do you know about cultivating immortals?"

Duan Qing was a little confused. What was cultivating immortals? He knew about immortals, but they were all things in myths and legends.

Looking at Duan Qing's expression, the injured young man knew what he meant by not knowing, so he explained before Duan Qing opened his mouth.

"Immortals are legends among mortals. It is said that immortals can live forever and move mountains and seas. But such immortals do not exist, at least as far as I know. There are only immortal cultivators in this world. Mortals use their mortal bodies to communicate with heaven and earth. Transforming the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen oneself, those who have mastered it can fly with swords, their longevity is far beyond that of ordinary people, and they can take the heads of people thousands of miles away, and they are cultivators of immortality."

"And I am an immortal cultivator!"

The injured young man paused and looked at Duan Qing, who was stunned.

"My name is Ma Liang, and I am a disciple of Master San Yan, the leader of Jinxuan Sect in Wuxiang Mountain. This time when I left the sect, I wanted to help my junior sister find a rare thing. Unexpectedly, I encountered a big enemy on the way. I was not his opponent. It was just a fluke. I escaped with my life, but I was poisoned by that man's strange poison. I planned to return to Jinxuanzong with my sword to treat the injury, but my spiritual power was exhausted and I had no choice but to fall here!"

It turns out that the injured young man was Ma Liang, who helped his junior sister look for Xueyu. He fell here because of his encounter with Situ Xiangnan, the elder of Chayue Sect.

Ma Liang briefly told the story of how he ended up here. When he talked about his little junior sister, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt the cold steel.

The reason why he told Duan Qing so much was because, in the previous conversation, he felt that Duan Qing was not a bad person, but a simple boy. He vaguely saw the shadow of himself in Duan Qing. Before I became an apprentice, I was just as innocent and as helpless.

The second is that he knows his situation and there is something he still needs Duan Qing to help him do.

Duan Qing was stunned when he heard what Ma Liang said. He was greatly shocked by what Ma Liang said. Those who cultivate immortals turned out to be mortals. By the way, Sword Flying!

Thinking of Duan Qing, he asked with some uncertainty: "Brother Ma Liang, were you the one who flew over our heads on the bridge today?"

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly after thinking about it. "That's right. I didn't expect you to be on that bridge at that time. I was already unconscious at the time. I reluctantly flew forward for a short distance and then fell here. I didn't wake up until you lit a bonfire."

When Duan Qing heard that Ma Liang was the one wielding the sword, he immediately stood in awe of him and said with gratitude. "Speaking of which, it was Brother Ma Liang who saved me today!"

After that, Duan Qing told the detailed story of how Uncle Wang threw him into the river while the sword was clanging, and then continued. "By the way, my name is Duan Qing, thank you, Brother Ma Liang!"

After saying that, he stood up and bowed respectfully to Ma Liang.

Ma Liang raised his hand to signal Duan Qing to sit down. His face was expressionless. The horrific scars on his face looked particularly ferocious under the light of the fire. The black part near the wound seemed to have expanded a bit, almost dyeing his entire face. black.

After a moment of silence, Ma Liang sighed. "Hey, this is all fate. It seems that we are destined to have this fate, little brother Duan. Now I have run out of gas and my time is running out. It is not a pity for me to die. I just have a wish for Duan. Little brother makes it happen.”