Chapter 1, Crossing Over

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This is a standard sycophant

Butler Wu slapped himself and smiled apologetically, saying: "Today, Young Master Ming got up late, and the servants forgot to prepare breakfast. They truly deserve to be punished! They deserve to be punished!"

In an instant, Wu Ming was drenched in cold sweat, profuse sweat, and sweat like a waterfall

Not only has he crossed over, but even the physical body he possesses is not his original self! Although he has become much younger, he is absolutely not as handsome as he was before the crossover

After a long while, Wu Ming withdrew his gaze,整理着消化而来的记忆, and sighed again

This place is neither from a past life nor from ancient times

She, ah...

However, Wu Ming was in a daze, wandering around the courtyard in disarray; who would dare to stop him?

This dilapidated building is drafty on all sides; with just a gust of wind, not only do I feel cold myself, but more importantly, all the dishes have gone cold as well

The warm sunlight of the early morning poured into the room, causing Wu Ming to squint his eyes

But Steward Wu, accompanied by a maid, tidied up the cups and dishes, then bowed respectfully before quietly retreating, walking almost without making a sound

Eager to find a place to digest his memories, Wu Ming naturally agreed without hesitation

What is the matter

Holding this thought, Wu Ming uttered a universally recognized platitude: "I am hungry"

I will not take the blame for my predecessor

This was Wu Ming's first reaction, and immediately his second reaction was: "This ancient dream feels so real..."

It is quite a coincidence that this physical body was also named Wu Ming, and he lived a life dependent on an elder sister who cared for him deeply. Apart from a few distant relatives, this vast family estate surprisingly has only him as the sole heir! The fact that it has not attracted the covetous eyes of outsiders is truly an incredible matter

Although he was once a dandy, Wu Ming could tell from the fragments of thoughts extracted from his mind that this was a vast and boundless world imbued with mysterious powers

Butler Wu looked astonished: "Young Master Ming, did you not send someone earlier to beat Lin Qi to death?"

On the stove!

At this moment, seeing Wu Ming in a state of distraction, I immediately speculated that the young maid had not served him well the previous night, and I began to formulate some plans in my mind

Overall, even if Wu Ming had lived in a previous life, in order to enjoy a breakfast of this caliber, his wallet would certainly have to bleed a little

I do not know why, although that elder sister dotes on Wu Ming, when Wu Ming recalls memories related to her, there is an underlying sense of fear.

This sinister figure, known as the Sixth Ghost Hand, is naturally a guardian of the Wu family, having committed numerous misdeeds on behalf of the original Wu Ming. The hundreds of vengeful spirits under his command are no joke, yet the loss of ten lives is inevitable

The rules in this large family are indeed very strict

However, novels are just novels; when something truly happens to a person, who can remain calm at the first moment?

This is not a lie; this body has lost count of how many times it has been through the night and is now already ravenous.

He can first confirm that he has crossed over

Uh?

It is actually not a dream

It is not entirely accurate to say that she was taken by force, after all, Yun Xiaoniang's parents, after receiving the gold and silver from Wu Ming, happily sent their daughter into the marriage without considering the issue of status or title

A low cry of pain came from beside, revealing on the other side of the mandarin duck embroidered pillow a head of beautiful long hair, cascading like clouds, dark and lustrous, accompanied by the unique fragrance of a young girl.

Hoo Hoo

Oh... quickly go after Ghost Hand Lao Liu and have him come back soon

Wu Ming rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat frustrated

In an instant, Wu Ming's mind automatically conjured up ancient methods specifically used to deal with cultists and evil beings, such as splashing blood, pouring oil, and immersing in cesspools, causing his legs to tremble slightly

At this moment, a robust man rushed over quickly, his face filled with panic, and said: "Young Master Ming, it's not good! Ghost Hand Old Six has been killed by Lin Qi!"

But Wu Ming's mind suddenly rang, as if a bolt of lightning had struck, bringing with it a certain ominous premonition

Wu Ming's expression was blank, and he suddenly picked up a crab roe bun

The small one is ! ''

After barely satisfying his hunger and thirst, Wu Ming waved his hand

And that Yun Xiaoniang was someone he had just taken last night, seemingly still having a childhood sweetheart.

Wu Ming sat upright at the top of Lingfeng Tower, staring blankly at the breakfast in front of him

As a former reader of countless literary works in his past life, Wu Ming was absolutely familiar with this scene

Butler Wu displayed an expression of hesitation, as if he wanted to speak but held back

As far as the eye can see, there are continuous buildings, connected by tall and solid walls, forming a small fortress.

Even the soup served as a side dish is a white sauce resembling rice milk, with a sweet and sour flavor that is quite appetizing

From beginning to end, the girl on the bed ignored every move of Wu Ming, her expressionless face and her eyes resembling a stagnant pool of water, as if she were a living corpse

The plump Butler Wu instantly straightened his back, presenting himself with the appearance of a loyal dog: "Young Master Ming, what are your orders?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly struck Wu Ming's entire being. After a moment of contemplation, he calmly got up, got out of bed, and put on the scattered long pants and green shirt on the floor in order. He then tidied his hair in front of the bronze mirror. Upon seeing the face of a boy who seemed to be only around fifteen or sixteen years old, he maintained a look of indifference and strode out of the room.

Young Master Ming? What is the matter? Is it that Miss Yun did not serve you satisfactorily last night?

The sound of flattery reached his ears. Wu Ming turned his gaze and saw a middle-aged fat man bowing with a smile, greeting him. The man's chubby face was full of obsequiousness, and he was dressed in attire that was a notch above that of a servant, suggesting he was a figure akin to a steward.

Very well, that is the place!

As for Young Master Ming's disheveled attire, it is treated as if it were invisible

... ...

That ... ... Miss Yun in the young master's room ... ...

Since ancient times, it has always been the fault of the subordinates; how could there be any fault on the part of the masters? Therefore, the sycophant Steward Wu diligently attributed all the mistakes to the subordinates: "I will prepare it right away... How about going to Lingfeng Tower? Young Master usually enjoys dining there the most..."

Alas... Fortunately, she is currently in the Daoist academy for seclusion, which prevents her from exposing the truth at the first opportunity. The others are merely servants; do they dare to question me, their master?

Wu Ming wandered back and forth in the vast courtyard, disheveled and unkempt. He encountered numerous maids and servants in ancient attire, all bowing to him and addressing him as Young Master Ming. The shock he felt inside was truly complex and difficult to articulate

A moment later

In fact, for such affluent families, even when the sun is high in the sky, they still have warm breakfast to enjoy. As Wu Ming stepped out, the waiting maid was already prepared to serve the dishes.

Otherwise, regardless of the type of cuisine, unless it is a specially prepared cold dish, the flavor will significantly diminish once it cools down

There are also several exquisite side dishes that are fragrant and tantalizing.

At this thought, Wu Ming could not help but give a middle finger to someone who no longer existed

Where can Wu Ming still recognize the road? However, at this moment, his mind is in a haze, yet some fragmented memories emerge, merging with his own, as if he is experiencing another life from a different perspective.

Surely this is a dream

Command

Ah!

What is going on? Is this person not the legendary good-for-nothing? How could he possibly defeat Ghost Hand Lao Liu?" Mr. Wu furrowed his brows

Very well, you may leave now, I need some time to myself

Wu Ming defined it in his mind. Looking at this person, a sense of familiarity suddenly surged in his mind, and he blurted out: "Butler Wu!"

Is it really... already another world?

While lost in thought, he pinched his own cheek and attempted to decipher the characters in the landscape paintings on the surrounding walls. Suddenly, his expression changed, and his right hand fell unconsciously.

Am I dressed as the villain from a novel in my past life, who specifically bullies men and dominates women, providing experience points to the male protagonist? Oh my! This script is not right!

Due to lying on her back, she did not see Wu Ming walk out of the door, after which the indifference on his face could no longer be maintained, and he fled like the wind.

Wu Ming slapped his forehead, realizing that he had too many memories and had almost completely forgotten about this matter

As far as the eye can see, at this moment outside the fortress, the fields are interconnected, with farmers and plow oxen diligently at work. From within the fortress, wisps of blue smoke occasionally rise, while numerous servants, maidservants, and dependent households move about in an orderly manner, resembling worker ants in an anthill.

Aqian ... ...

Wu Ming also understood the reason why the previous physical body liked to be here, which was to show off and enjoy the feeling of being high above, as if a deity gazing down upon all living beings

The quilt was lifted, revealing a delicate oval face, with tear stains still fresh, exuding an air of innocence.

In any case, conceal the past; it is absolutely imperative that others do not discover anything amiss

In his memory, all of this seems to be closely related to his sister, who was exceptionally gifted since childhood and was admitted to the Taoist academy for further studies

Report

Is this really ancient times... Have I traveled through time?

Wu Mingduan sat upright, his eyes slightly closed, as if in deep contemplation. Suddenly, he rose again and leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance

From Wu Ming's perspective, all that can be seen are black human heads, truly lively and interesting like ants

Of course, at this moment, whether he is handsome or not is not the point. If it is discovered that their young master has been swapped, the consequences are likely to be...

In my memory, this Wu Ming is indeed a local tyrant, having committed some heinous acts.

Oh! It is a minor oversight! A minor damn it!

Wu Ming steadied his mind

Wu Ming's forehead creased with a dark line as he recalled the tone from his memories: "That little girl? I shall show great mercy and send her back, along with some money and silk, so she can marry that Lin Qi or whatever his name is!"

The Lingfeng Tower, where I find myself, should be the lookout tower of this small fort.

Who does not know? Young Master Ming is the apple of the young lady's eye, and has always been spoiled. Having done many unconventional things, what does it matter if he does not dress properly? Hasn't Young Master Ming also done many things that are even more shocking than this?

At this moment, Wu Ming's large sleeves billowed gracefully, yet there was also a hint of the ethereal quality of ascension to immortality

The main dish is crab roe buns, and the chef from the Wu family has evidently showcased his proud skills. The bun skin is crystal clear, with the bright crab roe subtly visible within, exquisite as if it were a work of art

As the cold wind blew, Wu Ming was suddenly overwhelmed by a chaotic impulse in the wind

He half-sat up from the bed, stretching lazily with a sense of comfort, gazing at the fragmented light spots in the small room, as well as the tiny particles of dust floating in the air. Particularly, he admired the antique furniture, the intricately carved rosewood bed he was on, and the satin quilt cover embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, crafted with exquisite needlework. Suddenly, he shook his head.

The lackey had long been prepared, presenting the copper stove with burning charcoal, which finally saved Wu Ming's taste buds

With a surge of courage, Wu Ming descended the stairs with his hands behind his back, and once again saw Butler Wu waiting beside him