Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 3 Sailing on the Big River
Different from what Qin Sang imagined, the man in white looks very young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face like a crown jade, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and many blades of grass on his face, but he still does not lose his demeanor. He is Qin Sang two generations. The most handsome young man I have ever seen.

The boy's eyes widened, as if he was questioning the sky.

Qin Sang gently closed the eyes of the boy in white, hesitated for a moment, and rummaged through him.

The boy's body was cleaner than that of the devil, Qin Sang turned over his underpants and found only a colorful kit.

The sachet is the size of a palm, embellished with exquisite cloud patterns, and the material is excellent. It feels more delicate than the best silk in the previous life. A splendid ribbon on the top closes and hangs on the waist of the teenager. At first Qin Sang thought it was a sachet, but later It was found that it was not, there seemed to be nothing in it.

Qin Sang tried it, but didn't open the bag, the ribbon was stronger than expected.

What about the flying sword?
Thinking of Feijian, Qin Sang's heart burst into flames. No matter the past or present, the legend of Sword Immortals is indispensable. Each one is extremely exciting and fascinated.

But Qin Sang looked left and right, how could there be any shadow of Feijian?
Picking up the hands of the man in white, Qin Sang frowned and found that the hands of the man in white were clenched tightly. There seemed to be something in them, so he hurriedly broke them apart. In his left hand were some pale gravel, and a wooden handle fell out of his right. small sword.

Qin Sang picked up the sword. The surface of the small sword seemed to have a layer of black light, like a ebony sword. The body of the sword was very finely carved, and there were some lines on it. It was probably the wood grain of the material itself, but unfortunately there was no lettering.

This ebony sword is only as long as the little finger, and it is quite heavy to hold in the hand, but it has no blade, and the tip of the sword cannot even be pierced by a finger, like a toy.

Qin Sang frowned, recalling the scene when he saw Feijian, and realized that Feijian and Ebony Sword looked exactly the same, but they were bigger than Ebony Sword, and the size of a normal sword.

Are these terrifying ravines caused by this little sword?

Qin Sang wrapped everything in sheepskin and hid it on his chest like a man in black. Suddenly, he heard the sound of crackling coming. He stood up and looked at the fire from the tree. The wind was smooth, and the river beach was covered with yellow grass. It was just a little bit, and the fire was about to start.

Great!
Qin Sang cursed secretly, it was too late to collect the corpse, so he bowed to the boy in white, and said softly: "I don't know the name of the benefactor, I will keep this gift bag as a token, if there is a chance to find the benefactor's family in the future, I will return it. The original owner!"

After all, Qin Sang stared at the young man for a while, remembering his appearance, and skilfully crawled towards the river.

Seeing the fire rushing towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye, Qin Sang was very anxious, and hurriedly touched two money bags on the bandit, hurriedly tied the raft, pushed it into the river, and climbed up with a knife, the next moment the flames disappeared. engulf the beach.

'Whoohoo...'

The fire was raging, and the smoke was billowing.

The raft drifted down the water, Qin Sang felt it, and the water was really calm, so he felt relieved and turned his head to stare at the sea of ​​​​fire.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of lives were lost, and there were no bones left, including two mysterious immortal masters. Qin Sang didn't have much trouble in his heart, but felt exhausted to the extreme.

He cheered himself up, picked up a few dry biscuits that he had touched from the bandit, and after devouring it in the river, he thought of the possessions he had exchanged for his life, and hurriedly took them out and sorted them out.

The two purses were mostly gold, worth nearly a hundred taels of silver, enough for him to squander for a while, but Qin Sang put it away after a random click.

Wrapping the book and the kit in sheepskin and hiding it close to his chest, Qin Sang took a few cotton threads from his body to tie the small sword, hang it around his neck, and hide it in his collar.

Xiaojian's appearance is not good, even if outsiders see it, they will only think that it is a wooden amulet, but they will never think that it is the flying sword of Xianjia.

He wanted to go ashore to ask for help when he wanted to see a village or town, but unexpectedly, he walked for a long time. Qin Sang cut a branch to fix his calf. He lay on the raft, playing with the small sword with his fingers, staring at the back, his eyes changing, and the sky was vaguely visible. See the smoke drifting away.

……

Another car accident!
That terrifying dark vortex appeared again and again, this time for a particularly long time, and it was spinning faster and faster.

Qin Sang's body was cold, and he was about to suffocate. He sat up suddenly and found himself still on the raft. It was just a nightmare just now.After getting out of danger, he relaxed and fell asleep on the raft.

I don't know how long I have slept, but it is already night, the starry night is moonless, and the stars are scattered on the water surface, and they are broken into pieces by the layers of water waves.

'Whoa! '

Suddenly a wave came up, Qin Sang shivered, and was completely awake. He was shocked to realize that he was soaked all over. The river here was turbulent and the waves were continuous, far from being calm during the day.

The raft was ups and downs between the waves. Qin Sang looked down and broke into a cold sweat. There was a huge vortex on the water in front of him. The raft was drifting toward the center of the vortex. No wonder he kept dreaming about that scene in his dreams.

Qin Sang knew that the vortex in the water was terrifying, and he was shocked. At this time, he realized that the raft had drifted into a wide river at some point.

He floated alone in the middle of the river, without any support, and could only paddle desperately with a knife, but with little success.

Just then, a loud shout came from behind.

"Boy on the raft, stop rowing, grab the rope!"

Qin Sang turned his head and saw that a large boat was parked on the river. In the dark night, only a dark outline and lights could be seen. A light was hung from the boat, and then the light drew an arc and fell into the river. Only then did Sang see clearly that it was in the hands of a person.

This person held a lantern in one hand, and held a rope in the other hand. The moment he landed on the water, he jumped up again with his toes. In this way, he did not sink in the water and walked on the waves as if he were walking on the ground.

Another sorcerer?
Qin Sang's eyes were straight.

"Spotted!"

Halfway through the walk, the man shouted again, threw his arm fiercely, swung the rope into the air, and flew towards Qin Sang, looking fast, but when he was about to fall in front of Qin Sang, his strength was removed. Quite a few, Qin Sang hurriedly threw the knife away, struggled to get up, grabbed the end of the rope and wrapped it around his waist non-stop, and then hugged it tightly.

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

Hearing a shout from the boat, the rope tensed up instantly, and a huge force flew Qin Sang straight up. Seeing that he was about to hit the side of the boat, Qin Sang closed his eyes tightly.

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

(End of this chapter)