Woniu Village
The night is quiet, and the moonlight passes through the trees and scatters on the ground.
Zhang Dashan stood on the observation deck, surrounded by fences, thorn trees and mud walls, forming the most basic protection of the village. He was wearing a thin dress and a short bow behind him.
Although it was early spring, it was cold. At this time, Zhang Dashan looked at the sky: "Following this situation, there will be no rain tomorrow, what should I do with this crop?"
"And a few days ago, the Black Wind Thieves asked the village to collect grain." Thinking of this, Zhang Dashan's face showed a hint of anxiety.
There is no rain in spring, and the crops are dying. After the black wind thieves, they still have to be blackmailed. What's the point?
Zhang Dashan was anxious, suddenly stunned, took off his short bow, listened with his ears, and his eyes showed a warning light.
In a moment, a sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
Zhang Dashan looked carefully and gasped, his heart pounding. Without thinking, he hit the broken bell hanging on the observation deck.
"Not good, no good! The bandits in Black Wind Ridge are close to the village!"
The bell suddenly rang, breaking the tranquility of the village. A bowl of water suddenly poured into the oil pan, boiling, and only the sound of messy footsteps was heard. The lights were on, and the village was alarmed.
The news of the arrival of the bandits spread to every corner of the village, and the elderly, weak, women and children in the village were panicked. These bandits only gave food to our village a few months ago, but today they came again. Several women shouted in a low voice while shouting.
"Hide money quickly, hide women."
The women and children were nervously cleaning up the house and told their children to hide quickly. The young men gathered towards the entrance of the village with hatchets.
Except for ordinary villagers, a few people led by the village chief and headed towards the entrance of the village. They were all strong and were holding not hatchets, but long swords and hunting bows.
"Village Chief, there!" Zhang Dashan pointed, and saw several people looking at them. Several bandits outside the wall approached calmly, and came towards the village with laughter and chatting.
As they got closer and closer, the bandits illuminated under the torch were the bandits on the Black Wind Ridge. These bandits liked to wear black clothes and embroidered a wolf on their clothes, so they could recognize people so quickly.
A middle-aged bandit was among the middle-aged bandits. The two bandits around him seemed to be vaguely led by him. He was thin and dressed in black. Even when he was joking, his eyes were coldly covered with cold light under the fire, like a knife, as if he was about to cut a large piece of flesh on whom he was about to cut off.
"Hahaha, third brother, we have been on the mountain for a long time. We have been here in Woniu Village for less than a year. Today, I saw that Woniu Village looks very wealthy!"
The man was speaking. He looked at the villagers who woke up and climbed up the mud wall with a cold look: "Everyone can build a lookout and mud wall. It seems that they should be given a little more food every year. The ones offered to them last year are far from enough!"
Just three people forced the entire village to face a great enemy.
"Who else hasn't arrived?" the village chief frowned and glanced around. In this case, whether to fight or not is one thing, and all males must go out, which is another thing.
"We're here, except for the boy who is the widow of the Pei family, he is a child and a scholar, and he's still sick now."
At this moment, under the mud wall, the middle-aged bandit ran out without fear and laughed at the villagers: "You thief village, do you dare to shoot arrows at grandpa?"
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A noise was ringing in the darkness, and it gradually became clear. People rushed and pigs rushed, and some people screamed in shock: "The thief is here, the thief is here."
"Listen to the villagers, hand over the money and food this year, and hand over the beauty of the village."
"I just paid the tax, where can I still have money? Please..."
"Stop talking, either pay the money or shoot us to death. Let's see if I, the Black Wind Thief, flatten you and kill you!"
What sound?
The boy opened his eyes and the sky was light. There was a hanging beam on the top, and the old-fashioned earth tiles quickly scanned the surrounding environment. There were cracks on the adobe on the wall, stuffed with grass to prevent air leakage, and cold wind poured in, and the windows were covered with paper. There was still such a poor mountain village now. Where was he?
When I thought of this, my forehead felt indescribable soreness and swelling, my brain was hollowed out, and I was blank for a moment... It was ten thousand times more painful than a hangover. It penetrated into my soul, and the whole world was torn and merged like dough. I kept sweating on my forehead, gasping for breath, and I heard messages coming from outside one after another.
"You can't fight, you can't fight. There are hundreds of Black Wind Thieves, so just hand over her. The village chief, she is just an orphan!"
"Hey, hey, I have no shame to see her parents..."
The noise continued, a feeling stimulated the teenager's survival instinct. He turned over and got out of bed, his movements were not smooth, and he was in bed for a long time and was like he was in bed again. He found that the shoes were cloth shoes, a thousand-layer sole, very small. He was wearing thin gray old clothes, the material was rough to the touch, the cotton and linen, and the pinholes were handmade...
How to describe it?
Hanfu combines a strange variant of the ethnic minority style, which is called a costume, and is cleaned very clean, and the strange feeling is lingering.
Thinking of this, a tingling pain in the middle of my eyebrows was about to come out, and there was still a quarrel outside.
"Miss Su, please open the door! Open the door!"
"Su San! If you don't open this door today, you have to open it. That boy Pei Ziyun next door is sick and can't protect you..."
The bustling sound gradually came to the next door, chaotic and noisy, and his words were spoken with a southwestern dialect, but the boy could instinctively understand it. A shadow swayed through the crack of the door. The footsteps sounded about twenty or thirty people, and they were in a mess. He frowned and murmured: "... Are you filming?"
I didn't understand the situation, and heard the sound of a door slapping outside. The boy went over to open the door, and his body felt a recovery. The signal came from his limbs and muscles. He had a long-lost vitality in every move. Strangely, his vision was clear... He took off his gray glasses and saw the world of rain.
At this moment, I remembered some things. The boy looked down at the shoes under his feet... The feet in the shoes were white and tender. This was not his own feet, but a woman's feet.
"I'll go..."
Subconsciously touched his chest, breathed a little relieved, his face became strange, and he raised his hand to look in front of him. This was the boy's body, stronger, he had done farm work, had a calluse on his mouth, or even held a knife... After a few seconds of confusion, his eyes swept across the firewood pile, and a hatchet was inserted into the firewood, and the blade was sharp and shiny.
Bang-
When I opened the door, I faintly saw a distant mountain. This was a small village built on a hillside. There were running villagers everywhere. Villagers were clustered next door and patting the door, urging a woman to come out, but she didn't come out.
The aunt and aunt persuaded him: "Ye Suer, when you go to Heifengling, you will be very delicious and spicy. Don't be afraid."
"Why is there no sound"
"Stop talking nonsense to her. The man named Ye is ignorant of being polite. He is a foreign household and has died of death. No one else at home. So just hit the door and tied her out!"
"Yeah, she's still holding scissors inside!"
"Shh, whisper, don't be shocked next door. That boy had a crush on Ye Suer. He was so angry that he could do anything. He was a child, a scholar!"
"Traveling through time?" A small insect fell down between bamboo leaves, crawling over the cheek of the man-shaped sculpture, and did not treat him as a living person. His brain was buzzing.
At this time, it seemed that the crowd talked about stimulating the girl next door. She cried with a very soft voice, but the voice suddenly became familiar. It passed through the crowd and the bamboo forest and fell into the boy's ears as clearly: "Brother Yun..."
This sound becomes the key to opening the original owner's memory treasure.
"boom!"
"I make a wish - protect the person I love, avenge all my enemies, and give peace to this troubled times of cultivating immortals..." Someone said quietly: "The system in your mind that inherits everything from me is very interesting. If you want to obtain my plum blossoms, complete my mission!"
"Buzz--"
A tingling sensation between the eyebrows, the body stiffened, and the breathing stopped. The moonlight drooped the faint bamboo leaves, shining on the boy's plump forehead. In the seal hall on the eyebrows, a transparent plum blossom phantom suddenly appeared, one of which appeared and was about to come out.
"No!" Memories, so familiar and unfamiliar, countless memories flocked to them until a ray of blood.
His body shook, and the boy subconsciously touched his neck and sank into the memories again.
This is a long dream, a person's life.
Like himself, he is called Pei Ziyun.
This is a world with Taoism. The original owner was born with spiritual treasures, but wasted five years because of his ignorance, weakness and pretentiousness. He finally entered the Taoist sect, but was betrayed by his beloved senior brother... Countless memories kept coming.
"The natural spiritual treasure? The golden finger was taken away, and there were still some spiritual roots left? Make a wish to be reborn? So I came to the original owner more than ten years ago with the wish?"
"Time flies back!"
My body is sore and soft, my head is sore, and it is about to crack... Countless memories are constantly reorganizing, forming souls, and emotions are added one by one, including love, hatred, despair, and expectation.
Ye Suer is in front of him.
"Now are you excited by Ye Suer?"
Ye Suer's childhood sweetheart... After many years of separation, she met again in the sect of strict rules and regulations, and could not forget each other. The boy was a little scared and trembling and accepted such emotions... 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 present, the plum blossoms were connected to the roots, blooming 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, turning into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of view with a faint sense of light, and data appeared in front of me.
Name: Pei Ziyun
Permission: None (parasitic)
Race of life: human
Occupation: Childhood
The boy was obsessed with the skills, but he looked at them and gradually became clearer. They were two off-white symbols, which looked like a book and a sword.
The moment the symbol appears, a line of words naturally appear in my heart.
"Four Books and Five Classics: Introduction (Incomplete)"
"Songfeng Sword Technique: Introduction (Incomplete)"
Then, a line of red characters appeared on the information box: "Task: Save Ye Suer."
Chapter completed!