Woniu Village
The night was quiet, the moonlight filtered through the trees and scattered on the ground.
Zhang Dashan stood on the lookout, surrounded by fences, thorn trees and mud walls, forming the village's most basic protection. He was wearing thin clothes and had a short bow behind his back.
Although it was early spring, the chill was deep in his bones. At this time, Zhang Dashan looked at the sky: "Look at the situation, there will be no rain tomorrow. What will happen to the crops?"
"And a few days ago, the Black Wind Bandits also asked the village to pay food." Thinking of this, Zhang Dashan showed a trace of anxiety on his face.
There is no rain in spring, the crops are dying, and black thieves are extorting money from them. How can this be possible
Zhang Dashan was anxious, suddenly startled, took off his short bow, and listened, his eyes showing vigilance.
After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
Zhang Dashan took a closer look and gasped. His heart was beating loudly. Without thinking, he hit the broken clock hanging on the observation tower.
"It's not good, it's not good! The bandits from Heifeng Ridge are approaching the village!"
The bell rang suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the village. A bowl of water was suddenly poured into the pan and started to boil. Only the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, the lights were turned on, and the village was shocked.
The news of the bandit's arrival spread to every corner of the village, and the old, weak, women and children in the village panicked. These bandits were given food to our village a few months ago, and they came again today. Several women cursed in low voices and ran away.
"Hide the money quickly and hide the women."
The women and children were nervously tidying up their homes and telling their children to hide quickly, while the young men gathered towards the entrance of the village with hatchets in hand.
In addition to ordinary villagers, several people headed towards the entrance of the village under the leadership of the village chief. They were all strong and holding long knives and hunting bows instead of hatchets.
"Village Chief, over there!" Zhang Dashan pointed, and saw a few people looking at him. Several bandits outside the wall approached slowly, approaching the village with laughter and chatter.
Getting closer and closer, the ones illuminated by the torch are the bandits in Heifeng Ridge. These bandits like to wear black clothes and have a wolf embroidered on their clothes, so they can recognize people so quickly.
There was a middle-aged bandit in the middle, and the two bandits around him seemed to be vaguely headed by him. He had a thin face and was dressed in black. Even if he was joking at this time, his eyes were cold and cold under the firelight. It was like a knife, as if it was going to cut off a large piece of flesh from whoever it was.
"Hahaha, third brother, we have been in the mountains for a long time. We don't come to Woniu Village a few times a year. Today, when we take a look, Woniu Village looks very wealthy!"
The speaker was a big man. He looked at the villagers who had woken up and climbed up the mud wall with a cold look: "Now that they can build observation towers and mud walls, it seems that they should pay more food every year. What was offered last year is far from enough!”
Just three people forced the entire village to face a powerful enemy.
"Who hasn't arrived yet?" The village chief frowned and looked around. In this situation, whether to fight or not is one thing. All the men must go out to fight, which is another thing.
"They are all here, except for the boy from the widow of the Pei family. He is a child student and a scholar. He is still ill now."
At this moment, under the mud wall, the middle-aged bandit ran out without fear and laughed at the villagers: "You are a village thief, how dare you shoot an arrow at grandpa?"
… …
A noise resounded in the darkness, and gradually became clearer. People were running around, and some people screamed: "The thief is coming, the thief is coming."
"Listen, people in the village, hand over this year's money and food, and hand over the village's beauties."
"I just paid the tax, where can I still have money? Please sir..."
"Stop blabbering, either pay us, or shoot us to death and see if I, the Black Wind Bandit, will crush you all and kill us all without leaving a trace!"
what sound
The young man opened his eyes. There was a faint light in the sky. There was a cantilever beam on the top with old-fashioned earthen tiles. He quickly glanced at the surrounding environment. There were some cracks in the adobe wall. Some grass was filled in to prevent wind leakage. There was also cold wind pouring in. The windows were papered, and now there are still Where are you in such a poor mountain village
When I think of this, my forehead feels sore and swollen indescribably. My brain is hollowed out and I go blank for a moment... It's ten thousand times more painful than a hangover. It goes deep into my soul and the whole world is torn and fused like dough, and my forehead keeps popping up. Sweating in cold sweat, breathing heavily, I could only listen to the messages coming from outside.
"You can't fight, you can't fight. There are hundreds of Black Wind Bandits, so just hand her over, Mr. Village Chief, she is just an orphan!"
"Hey, hey, I don't have the face to see her parents..."
The noise and chaos continued, and a feeling stimulated the boy's survival instinct. He turned over and got out of bed, but his movements were not smooth. It was like regaining control of his body after being in bed for a long time. He found that the shoes were cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles and were very small. He was wearing thin gray clothes. Old clothes, the material feels rough, cotton and linen, the pinholes are handmade...
How to describe it
Hanfu is a strange variation of ethnic minority styles. It is said to be a costume, and it is washed cleanly, leaving a lingering sense of weirdness.
Thinking about this, there was a tingling pain in the middle of my eyebrows, and the locked things were about to come out, but there was still noisy outside.
"Miss Su, open the door quickly! Open the door!"
"Su San! Even if you don't open this door today, you still have to. That kid Pei Ziyun next door is sick and can't protect you..."
The hustle and bustle of voices gradually reached the next door. It was chaotic and noisy, and the words were all talking in a southwestern dialect, but the young man could understand it instinctively. A group of figures wandered past the crack in the door, and the size of footsteps sounded like two or three people. Ten people were in a mess. He frowned and murmured: "... filming?"
Without thinking about the situation, he heard a knock on the door outside. The boy went over to open the door, and his body felt restored. Signs were transmitted to the muscles of his limbs. His movements had a long-lost vitality, and strangely, his vision was clear... It seemed like his glasses were gray. Take it off and see the world of rain.
At this moment, he remembered something. The young man lowered his head and looked at the shoes under his feet... The feet in the shoes were white and tender. They were not his own feet, but seemed to be a woman's feet.
"I go… "
Subconsciously, he touched his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became strange. He raised his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes. This was the body of a young man. He was stronger. He had done farm work, and there were calluses in the tiger's mouth, or he had held a knife... I was stunned for a few seconds. , his eyes swept over the pile of firewood, and a hatchet was stuck on the firewood, with a sharp blade.
Snapped-
Opening the door, I could vaguely see the mountains in the distance. This was a small village, built against a hillside. There were running villagers everywhere. The villagers gathered next door and knocked on the door, urging a woman to come out, but she didn't come out.
Aunts and aunts tried to persuade each other: "Ye Su'er, if you go to Heifeng Ridge, you will eat spicy food. Don't be afraid."
"Why is there no sound?"
"Stop talking nonsense to her. People with the surname Ye don't know how to be polite. They are outsiders and there is no one else in the house. Just break the door and tie her out!"
"Yo, she's got scissors in there!"
"Shh, keep your voice down and don't scare the next door. That boy has an affair with Ye Su'er. He can do anything when he's hot-headed. He's a child and a scholar!"
"Time traveled?" A small insect dangled down from the bamboo leaves and crawled across the face of the young man in the human sculpture. He did not regard him as a living person, and his brain was buzzing.
At this moment, it seemed that the conversation in the crowd had stimulated the girl next door. She cried, her voice was very soft, but her voice was suddenly familiar. It passed through the crowd and the bamboo forest and fell so clearly in the young man's ears: "Brother Yun. …”
This sound becomes the key to unlocking the memory treasure of the original owner.
"boom!"
"I make a wish - to protect the people I love, to avenge all the enemies who have taken away from me, and to bring peace to this troubled world of immortality..." Someone said faintly: "The person with the same name who inherits everything from me, the system in your mind is very interesting. If you want to get my plum blossoms, complete my mission!"
"Buzz-"
There was a tingling sensation between the eyebrows, the body became stiff, and the breathing stopped. The moonlight hung down the faint bamboo leaves and shone on the young man's plump forehead. In the hall between the eyebrows, a transparent plum blossom appeared, one of the petals was looming, ready to come out.
"No!" The memory is so familiar yet unfamiliar, countless memories swarmed in until there was a bloody light.
His body trembled, the young man subconsciously touched his neck and fell into memories again.
This is a long dream, a person's life.
Just like him, his name is Pei Ziyun.
This is a world with Taoism. The original owner was born with a spiritual treasure, but he wasted five years due to ignorance, weakness, and hypocrisy. He finally entered the Taoist sect, but was betrayed by his beloved senior brother... Countless memories kept coming.
"A natural spiritual treasure? The golden finger was taken away, but there are still some spiritual roots left? I made a wish to be reborn? So I fulfilled the wish and came to the original owner more than ten years ago?"
"Turning back time!"
My body is very sore, my head hurts, and it feels like it's about to burst... Countless memories are constantly being reorganized, forming a soul, and emotions are being added one by one, including love, hate, despair, and expectation.
The person in front of him was Ye Su'er.
"Have you been awakened by Ye Su'er now?"
Ye Suer's childhood sweetheart... After being separated for many years, they met again in a sect with strict rules. They could not forget each other. The young man was a little frightened and trembling to accept such an emotion... her past and future, her body and soul.
The memory continued to advance, and finally solidified at the moment of death. The old enemy was in front of him. The plum blossoms were connected to the roots and bloomed in front of his eyes. The lightning exploded and everything turned into void. He... No, the original owner made a wish.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a small white plum appeared in front of me, and it quickly enlarged into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of vision with a faint sense of light, and the data appeared in front of my eyes.
Name: Pei Ziyun
Permissions: None (parasitic)
Life race: human
Occupation: Tongsheng
The young man took a fancy to the skill, which was vague, but as he stared, it gradually became clearer and clearer. They were two gray-white symbols, which looked like a book and a sword.
The moment the symbol appeared, a line of words naturally appeared in my mind.
"Four Books and Five Classics: Getting Started (Incomplete)"
"Matsukaze Swordsmanship: Getting Started (Incomplete)"
Then, a line of red text appeared on the information box: "Mission: Save Ye Su'er."
The transparent phantom plum blossom stood motionless between the young man's eyebrows. For a moment, the moonlight between the bamboo leaves moved away, and the plum blossom disappeared, as if it had never existed.
(End of chapter)