Faded Memories Reappear

Qin Ming noticed that his childhood self was dressed very poorly, but he was quickly drawn to the booklet.

It was a very thin ancient book, and when opened, it turned out to be written on silk.

Its animal skin cover must have been bound on later, its color dark and its texture rough and tough, used to resist the erosion of time and protect the true scriptures.

The first page recorded the "Wild Style" that Qin Ming had practiced, which he was so familiar with that a whisper arose, reading the dense text.

Then, the calloused hand turned to the second page, the font still small, continuing from the top, with some new text and patterns, which immediately attracted Qin Ming's attention, and he quickly memorized it.

Perhaps there was no need to memorize it at all. This was his childhood's faded memory. He was undergoing a Second New Life, his physical fitness greatly improved, and his mental awareness also strengthened, brushing away the dust of time, allowing him to see the past scenes again, and recall the records in the silk book that he had already read.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, Qin Ming wanted to turn to the third page, but he couldn't. The big hand didn't help him open it.

At this time, he carefully examined the silk book protected by the tough animal skin.

After years of polishing, it had long lost its original glory, slightly yellowed, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and accumulating the heavy atmosphere of history.

It was indeed very thin, probably only ten or twenty pages.

Qin Ming tried to turn the page many times, but he couldn't open the third page.

He didn't continue, but carefully looked at his childhood self through the mottled time, the small figure wearing worn-out clothes.

Even in a state of semi-consciousness, Qin Ming was touched. It turned out that his childhood self lived a very poor life. There were some patches on the already faded small clothes, the cuffs were worn out, and when he looked down, there were holes in his small shoes.

He sighed softly, thinking of his later self. In fact, he didn't have a good life as a teenager either. He had suffered from frostbite, starved, and had blood and injuries on his body. Two years ago, he was stranded outside Silver Vine Town and fell ill, and was brought back to Double Tree Village.

"That year at fourteen..." Qin Ming touched his head, near the back of his head, there used to be a wound that bled a lot.

He found that he was awake, not touching his head in a dream. His fingers ran through his black hair, touching the once bloody place.

There were no scars there anymore, they should have disappeared during the first New Life.

"My childhood self, my fourteen-year-old self, two special Nodes, very fragmented memories, those few faded faces often appear in my dreams."

It was in that year at fourteen that he was displaced and experienced ups and downs, and now he is a little more mature than his peers.

Qin Ming looked outside, the heavy night gradually receding.

He walked to the courtyard, took a deep breath of the cold air, and recalled the childhood memory again, the records on the first two pages of the silk book were clearly remembered.

Then, he demonstrated the movements he had not practiced before, as well as the methods of regulating breathing and spirit, and carefully pondered and studied them.

He didn't stop until a long time later, his body still hot, but not glowing, looking more normal.

"That rough big hand..." Qin Ming recalled, the cuffs of the big hand were badly worn, and his hands were full of calluses, indicating that he lived the same poor life as his childhood self, far less well off than he is now.

The so-called "big hand" was what he felt was big, powerful, and safe in his childhood eyes.

He really wanted to see that small hand and big hand holding together, to make up for his regret of not seeing his relatives for so many years.

"The Second New Life is not over yet. Tonight, continue to eat the Blood Snake containing spiritual substances. When the physical fitness is improved, the power of the mind will also become stronger, and perhaps I can see the past in the subconscious, and more faded childhood memories will emerge."

After thinking about this, Qin Ming was immediately radiant and energetic. He picked up a stone millstone in his hand and weighed it, feeling quite light! He roughly estimated that he could now carry fifteen hundred pounds.

Shallow Night arrived, Qin Ming rinsed his hot body. Today, he didn't plan to go into the mountains to hunt, but to study the newly obtained silk book scriptures at home.

"Why do you say it can't be practiced?" He hoped that after Deep Night arrived, he could see the reason in his dream.

It was obvious that the silk book had a significant origin, and it had been carefully preserved, for fear of damage.

The wind and snow stopped, and the night became a little lighter as a result, which was the "sunny day" in the era without the sun.

Qin Ming studied the silk book carefully. Although he only saw two pages, the records on it were dense, and the characters and patterns were very small. Most of the content on the second page was completely new to him now. The reproduced memories needed to be carefully pondered, practiced, and thoroughly understood.

"It's very subtle, but unfortunately, it can't be compared with intermediate Meditation Technique and advanced Willpower Skill, etc. I don't know its exact level."

In this remote place, Qin Ming lacked New Life methods. Apart from the silk book, he had only read the widely circulated Black Night Meditation Art Primer.

The silk book mentioned "Heavenly Light", but it was briefly mentioned in passing, and it did not write how to practice "Heavenly Light Force", let alone the "Tathagata Force" that was highly praised.

Qin Ming frowned. The silk book was undoubtedly extraordinary, but why didn't it elaborate on the very important Heavenly Light? He read carefully and practiced repeatedly in the yard. Finally, he had some guesses. The silk book strived to use the most concise words to tell more things. If he persisted in practicing like this, Heavenly Light would naturally be born in the flesh and blood of his body, thereby strengthening his essence, energy, and spirit.

It's just that the Heavenly Light Force didn't mention how to practice it.

"The silk book seems to be talking about the improvement of life level, without specific means of protecting the Dao?" This guess made Qin Ming a little confused.

In the afternoon, when Shallow Night was the brightest, Qin Ming rubbed his temples. After studying for a long time, his spirit was slightly tired, but he should have thoroughly understood the new content on the silk book.

When he practiced again, he was smooth and unhindered, integrated with the surrounding environment, his eyes were focused and clear, his hair was flying, and his whole person showed a freehand and natural state.

Most importantly, the warm current in his body surged, and the silver ripples floating on his body surface solidified a little, as if they were transforming into "silver mud".

The silk book did not say what level it would reach or what state would appear, so Qin Ming had no way of judging how well he had practiced.

He stopped to rest, even standing there, he seemed to have a natural spirit, adding a bit of temperament.

"Little Qin, come out quickly, let's go into the mountain to admire the ruins." Xu Yueping came to call him.

Qin Ming originally planned to comprehend the silk book at home, but now that he had thoroughly studied it, he could go out.

He asked, "What ruins?"

Xu Yueping smiled and replied, "The Mountain Patrol Group's stronghold, to see what traces the wise Mountain God, uh, no, it should be said Mountain Monster, left there."

Then, he lowered his voice: "See if there are any good things left behind."

This was not his temporary idea, but the leaders of several villages gathered together and secretly discussed no longer planting Black Moon, and decided to go to that stronghold to take a look.

"Let's go!" Qin Ming nodded.

Recently, even the New Life individuals in each village have to walk together in groups of several people to dare to go a little deeper, otherwise the current dense forest is extremely dangerous.

Not everyone dares to walk alone in the mountains like Qin Ming.

In the end, it's all because of strength.

"There's a pile of fine wine here." Qin Ming called Xu Yueping. He was very familiar with this stronghold, and the knife light in the snowy night could still appear in front of his eyes.

Xu Yueping and Yang Yongqing ran over immediately, overjoyed. The so-called admiring the ruins was just to see if there was anything useful left behind.

The men in the village are also very simple and unpretentious.

Old Man Liu smiled so hard that his old face blossomed, and his legs were no longer weak. He jumped more than half a zhang high and whooshed over.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, how is it? Yesterday I said I would give you ten jars of fine wine, and today I found such a pile. Let's divide it up and take it away."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Old Man Liu said repeatedly, eager to break open the mud seal and taste the liquor right away.

"Digging graves here at the Mountain Patrol Group, I feel so good about it, hehe." Xu Yueping kept laughing.

The New Life practitioners from other villages were naturally alarmed. In the end, Double Tree Village took away thirty-odd jars, and the remaining half was distributed to the other villages.

Although Qin Ming discovered it, he couldn't hog it all to himself, lest someone cause trouble afterward.

In fact, the investigators from the Mountain Patrol Group had already been here and discovered these fine wines, but they had important tasks and didn't care for the wine, so they ignored it.

After the news spread that day, more people went there, and the Mountain Patrol Group's stronghold was visited by all parties to "dig up graves."

"Could this be the person who killed everyone in the Mountain Patrol Group?" Qin Ming said in surprise, after returning from the mountains and seeing a portrait.

It was the man with the bluish-black face. He had a certain charm when he wielded his sword to kill the Blood Snake.

Someone from Silver Vine Town sent out a stack of portraits, telling the villages to pay attention and report any discoveries immediately.

The Mountain Patrol Group was not a weak organization; the person in the highest position was a big figure in Red Haze City.

"His name is Wang Nianzhu. He looked heroic, but I didn't expect him to be like this." Qin Ming really didn't expect that he would see the man's portrait again after killing him and learn his name.

"You didn't die anonymously. At least all the towns are posting your portrait, and you've become famous in this area for a while, even though it's very remote." Qin Ming glanced at it a few times and left. A person whose head he had already blown off was not worth paying attention to.

"However, I hope the Mountain Patrol Group can find out which family or organization he came from." Afterward, he thought of Golden Chicken Ridge and the Three-Eyed Sect, which were also worth paying attention to.

Deep Night. After Qin Ming ate the Blood Snake meat, the effects of the medicinal cuisine quickly kicked in. Once again, his whole body was hot and glowing, just like last time.

Finally, he fell asleep wearing the Jade Suit Sewn with Gold Threads.

Qin Ming saw himself as a child again. Although he was poor, and even his clothes and shoes were tattered, he seemed very determined, practicing the New Life method on the silk scroll over and over again.

"Since it has an extraordinary origin, why can't I practice it?" The young him was stubborn and firm, unwilling to give up.

"Once, a very remarkable person practiced the method on the silk scroll and killed himself, and he was one of the founders." The large hand groped the animal skin cover of the silk scroll.

"Ah?" The young Qin Ming was still very naive and puzzled.

"Some paths are too glorious. And some paths have unclear prospects. Several old guys were unwilling and studied together, wanting to rival those dazzling paths. The theory was good, but in the end, they abandoned their original achievements. After changing to practice this method, they either died, were injured, or went to the dark ends of the earth when their lifespans were running out. They couldn't practice it, so how could those who came after them?" The low voice echoed.

"If you can't practice it, why leave it behind?" The child asked.

"The parts that couldn't be practiced were torn off, leaving only a small part, but it also requires someone who has practiced this method to help get started, so just take a look at this silk scroll."

"What about the larger part that was torn off?" The young Qin Ming was still unwilling to give up because this was the only decent method he could obtain.

"Burned."

The young Qin Ming was silent, seemingly a little sad, looking down at his little shoes that revealed his toes.

Shallow Night arrived, and Qin Ming woke up.

He sighed softly, thinking he had obtained a heavenly book, but it seemed he had overthought it. In the future, he would have to pay more attention to other advanced Willpower Skills.

But then he was a little lost in thought. No one helped him, but he still managed to practice the first two pages of the silk scroll.

"What if I succeed? The later parts of the silk scroll have been burned. Moreover, the person who created the method couldn't do it. After personally verifying it, he killed himself. So many years have passed, and the other few should have long since passed away."

Qin Ming got up and came to the courtyard, feeling the changes in himself. This Second New Life was fast and violent because of the spiritual substance assistance, and he had succeeded.

He felt that even with a single arm, he now had a thousand pounds of strength.

Two days later, Cao Long, Wei Zhirou, and Mu Qing sent news that the higher-ups and the top-tier anomalies in the mountains were going to have a final negotiation, and the location would be at the entrance outside the mountain range.

At this moment, many people were already waiting.

In the snowy field, a donkey leisurely trod through the snow.

"This should be the mount of some big shot from Red Haze City, right?"

As the donkey approached, people discovered that its back wasn't empty. There was a creature sitting cross-legged, but it wasn't human. It was a completely white weasel, very quiet, like an old monk in meditation.

The first creature to appear was so strange that many people didn't dare to speak.