Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 1 Mountain Village Youth
The sky will be cloudy and the rain will come.

In a small mountain village, a young man came, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, dressed in common clothes, holding a hemp rope in his hand, as if he was about to leave the village to do something.

"Xiaoqing, are you going to collect firewood?"

Just as the boy walked out of the village, a rough male voice came from behind him.

"Well, Uncle Li."

After hearing that voice, the boy turned around and smiled at the man.

"Look at the day, it's going to rain soon, so my mother asked me to go to the mountain to collect some firewood."

"Well, go early and come back early, don't get drenched."

"understood."

The boy smiled again, waved to Uncle Li, and walked towards the hill outside the village.

That's right, this young man is Song Qing, and he is about to go to the mountain to collect some dry firewood.

"Why is there so little dry firewood?"

At this time Song Qing had already entered the hill, but the harvest was not good. After walking for a long time, he only picked up a few dry firewood in his hand, and muttered to himself immediately.

"Did those guys come early and pick up all the dry firewood?"

It turned out that in the small mountain village of Song and Qing Dynasties, there were still a few people like him who often went to the mountains to collect some dry firewood.

"It looks like I'm going to the mountain, otherwise, it will be troublesome if it rains."

Saying that, Song Qing looked into the depths of the mountain, with a hesitant look on his face, there were beasts like tigers and wolves there, but when he thought that there was not much firewood at home, he made up his mind.

"Just go, there is nothing to be afraid of, Song Qing, you are really a coward."

Song Qing murmured this in his heart, rubbed the sweat from his palms, strode towards the depths of the hill.

"Sure enough, there is still a lot of dry firewood here."

Looking at the bundle of dry firewood standing beside the tree, Song Qing clapped his hands with a smile on his lips.

"I can finally go back."

Song Qing took a long breath, although he was very brave, he didn't dare to stay long in this place where wild animals haunted.

Song Qing grabbed the bundle of dry firewood and threw it on his body. The bundle of dry firewood, which was as tall as a small man, was carried by this thin body like this.

"Let's go."

Song Qing was humming a ditty, carrying dry firewood, and was about to go down the mountain.

"Ow."

But at this moment, a howling sound of a wolf came from behind Song Qing.

"Be good!"

At first, he thought he was lucky, but when he heard the howling of a wolf, Song Qing yelled in his heart that it was not good, and when he turned around, it turned out to be a jackal.

The jackal was lowering its head slightly, staring at Song Qing with green eyes, baring its teeth and grinning.

"Unexpectedly, I still met."

Song Qing twitched the corners of his mouth. Before he met him, he might still be worried and afraid, but when he did meet him, he relaxed. This may have something to do with his personal character.

"Come, come, come."

Song Qing hooked his fingers at the jackal and said provocatively.

Although the jackal was just a beast and didn't know what Song Qing meant by hooking his fingers, he didn't stick around there. After whining a few times, he suddenly rushed towards Song Qing.

"Mom!"

Seeing the jackals rushing over, Song Qing yelled again, threw the bundle of dry firewood directly, and then ran away.

Song Qing also had self-knowledge, with his small stature, it wasn't enough for that jackal to get between his teeth.

"Ugh..."

The bundle of dry wood just hit the jackal, which made the jackal whine and was completely enraged.

Feeling the jackal behind him getting closer, Song Qing was anxious.

But Song Qing knew in his heart that even being anxious was useless, so he just ran as hard as he could, right?

At the beginning, Song Qing knew that he was running towards the village, but as time went by, in the panic, he began to lose track of his direction, and only wanted to get rid of the jackal behind him.

But even so, the jackal behind him was approaching, even Song Qing could smell the fishy smell of the wolf's mouth.

"I can't die..."

Now Song Qing began to regret, if he hadn't come to the mountain, all this would not have happened.

"what!"

Just when Song Qing was regretting, he was distracted and accidentally tripped over a raised old tree root.

"It's over, this time I must die."

While Song Qing was thinking like this, he couldn't help but think of his frail and sick father. The family was supported by him and his mother, and now he was about to die. In the future, my mother... Hey, wait, why did the wolf return? Didn't rush over?
Just when Song Qing was thinking about the family affairs, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

With the speed of that jackal, he should have pounced on him long ago, why now...

"what?"

Thinking of this, Song Qing couldn't help being puzzled, hesitated for a moment, then turned around to look, and then a surprised voice came from his mouth.

Three steps away from Song Qing, the jackal stared at him with dark green eyes, wanting to pounce on him and devour him, but he hesitated to move forward, as if he was afraid of something.

"territory."

After discovering the behavior of the jackal, Song Qing was not only not relieved, but also surprised. He had heard the hunter in the village say it.

Some powerful wild beasts have their own territory, as long as they don't enter their territory, they will live in peace, but if they enter... As far as Song Qing knows, there is no one alive in their village.

In this way, Song Qing and the jackal spent half an hour at the edge of the territory, Song Qing did not dare to go deep into the territory, and the jackal had no intention of leaving.

It was getting dark, and there was still an evil wind.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

Song Qing looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky and murmured, then he looked at the jackal who was still unwilling to leave, twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked deeper into the territory.

"It seems that the only way to go is to go there. What kind of beast is it? Anyway, if you go or not, you will die. Why don't you go and see it."

What Song Qing said was right, when it rained, the smell in the territory would disappear, and the jackals would not be squatting quietly like they are now.

Therefore, instead of waiting to die here, it is better to go to the depths of this territory now, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Now that the decision was made, Song Qing didn't hesitate. After provocatively hooking his fingers at the jackal, he strode deeper into the territory, and then he seemed to remember something, and changed his body into a cat again, as if Afraid of alarming something.

"Crack...crack..."

Sure enough, not long after, the heavy rain came like a torrential downpour, which made Song Qing become drowned in an instant.

"hateful……"

Song Qing cursed secretly, didn't care about anything, and ran away with his head in his arms.

"There is also a cave here?"

Inadvertently, Song Qing found a cave not far away, and he ran over without hesitation.

Song Qing was not surprised that there was a cave suddenly in front of him. After all, there were a lot of caves like this in this mountain, and as far as he knew, there were more than a dozen of them.

After running into the cave, Song Qing glanced briefly, twitched the corners of his mouth, took off the cloth clothes on his body three or five times, twisted them, and passed them back.

"There shouldn't be any beasts here, right?"

At this time, Song Qing looked back into the depths of the cave, twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes were shining brightly, and there was a little curiosity.

"Go, go and have a look, at worst, at worst, he will be a good man again in 20 years."

Seemingly cheering for himself, he yelled, and then walked deep into the cave.

In the depths of the cave, a blue light flickered, as if calling for something...

(End of this chapter)