Chapter 1, Crossing Over
Stop wasting words with her, the one with the surname Ye is ungrateful, an outsider, and there is no one else at home who has died, simply break down the door and take her out!
Boom
A small worm descended on a thread between the bamboo leaves, crawling across the cheek of the boy sculpted in human form, not treating him as a living person; his mind was buzzing and exploding.
The mere thought of this brings an indescribable pang of discomfort, leaving my mind feeling empty and blank for a moment. It is a thousand times more painful than a hangover, penetrating deep into my soul, as if the entire world is being torn apart and fused together like dough. Cold sweat continuously beads on my forehead, and I gasp for breath, only hearing the information coming in from outside.
Like myself, named Pei Ziyun
This sound serves as the key to unlocking the treasure of the original owner's memories
Not fully understanding the situation, he heard a knocking sound from outside. The young man went to open the door, and his body felt a sudden restoration. Signals coursed through his limbs and muscles, and he felt a long-lost vitality in his movements. Strangely, his vision was clear... It was as if he had removed a pair of gray-tinted glasses and was now seeing the world drenched in rain.
Ye Su'er and her childhood friend... After many years apart, they meet again in a strict and disciplined sect, unable to forget each other. The young man, feeling somewhat anxious and trembling, accepts such emotions... Her past and future, her body and soul
The transparent phantom of the plum blossom remained motionless between the young man's eyebrows. After a moment, the moonlight filtering through the bamboo leaves shifted, and the plum blossom vanished, as if it had never existed.
This is a long dream, a person's life
Pushing open the door, one can faintly see the distant mountains. This is a small village, built against a hillside, with villagers running about everywhere. The villagers are gathered at the neighboring door, urging a woman to come out, but she does not emerge
Although it is early spring, the chill penetrates to the bone. At this moment, Zhang Dashan looks up at the sky and says, "Given the situation, there will be no rain again tomorrow. What will happen to the crops?"
Is Ye Su'er now awakened by the stab?
Why is there no sound
Before me stands Ye Su'er
No! Memory, so familiar yet strange, countless memories surge forth until a flash of blood appears
The news of the bandits' arrival spread to every corner of the village, causing panic among the elderly, women, and children. These bandits had received grain from our village just a few months ago, and now they were back. Several women, while muttering curses under their breath, hurried to inform others.
As they drew closer, what was illuminated by the torches was indeed the bandits on Black Wind Ridge. These bandits favored wearing black clothing, with a wolf embroidered on their garments, which allowed them to be recognized so quickly.
With no rain in spring, the crops are all withering. After being robbed by the black wind, they are now being extorted. How can this be tolerated
The body feels very weak, the head is pounding, as if it is about to split open... Countless memories are constantly being reorganized, forming a soul, with emotions being added one by one, including love, hate, despair, and anticipation
At the moment the symbol appears, a line of text naturally emerges in my heart
Songfeng Sword Technique: Introduction (Incomplete)
At that moment, beneath the earthen wall, a middle-aged bandit rushed out fearlessly and laughed at the villagers, saying: "You thieving village, do you dare to shoot arrows at me?"
... ...
A sharp pain pierced through the center of his brow, his body stiffened, and even his breath seemed to halt. The moonlight descended softly upon the bamboo leaves, illuminating the youth's full forehead. At the center of his brow, a transparent phantom of a plum blossom suddenly emerged, with one petal faintly visible, as if on the verge of being called forth.
The Hanfu has blended with a certain unfamiliar variant of ethnic minority styles; although it is referred to as a costume, it has been washed very clean, leaving an enduring sense of peculiarity
Women and children were nervously tidying up the house, instructing their children to hide quickly, while young men gathered at the village entrance, each carrying a hatchet
How to describe it
"Who else has not arrived?" The village chief frowned and scanned the surroundings. In this situation, whether to fight or not is one matter, but it is another matter that all able-bodied men must go to battle.
The speaker is a robust man, who surveys the startled villagers climbing up the mud wall with a cold and detached gaze: "Since they are able to build watchtowers and mud walls, it seems that the amount of grain they are required to pay each year should be increased a bit; last year's contributions were far from sufficient"
The sudden ringing of the bell shattered the tranquility of the village, like a bowl of water being poured into a pot of hot oil, causing it to boil. All that could be heard were the chaotic footsteps, the lights turned on, and the village was stirred.
I just paid my taxes, where is the money left, I beg you, sir
"This is bad, this is bad! The bandits from Black Wind Ridge are approaching the village!"
Oh, she is still holding scissors inside!
A middle-aged bandit stood in the center, flanked by two other bandits who appeared to regard him as their leader. His face was gaunt, and he was dressed entirely in black. Even while joking at that moment, under the flickering firelight, his eyes were cold and glinted with a chilling light, sharp as a knife, as if he intended to carve a large piece of flesh from anyone he looked at.
Quickly hide money, hide women
What sound is that
With this thought, a sharp pain pierced my brow, as if something locked away was trying to emerge, while the outside continued to clamor.
Moreover, a few days ago, the Black Wind Bandits also demanded grain from the village. Thinking of this, a trace of anxiety appeared on Zhang Dashan's face
Zhang Dashan looked closely and gasped, his heart pounding rapidly. Without a moment's thought, he collided with the broken bell hanging on the observation platform
Miss Su, please open the door! Open the door!
Woniu Village
Stop the nonsense, either pay the money or hand over the people, or shoot us dead. Let me see if the Black Wind Bandits will not flatten you, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive
A clamor echoed in the darkness, gradually becoming clearer. People were rushing about in a panic, and someone shouted: "The thief is coming, the thief is coming!"
The night is quiet, and the moonlight filters through the trees, scattering on the ground
The young man opened his eyes; the light of day was faint. Above him was a beam hanging from the ceiling, and the roof was made of old clay tiles. He quickly scanned his surroundings: the earthen walls had some cracks, filled with grass to prevent drafts, and cold wind was seeping in. The windows were covered with paper. There are still such impoverished mountain villages; where am I?
In addition to the ordinary villagers, several individuals, led by the village chief, headed towards the village entrance. Each of them was strong and robust, wielding not axes, but long swords and hunting bows.
Bang
Boom
Hahaha, Third Brother, we have been in the mountains for a long time. We haven't been to Woniu Village many times this year. Today, upon seeing it, Woniu Village actually looks quite prosperous!
This is a world governed by the Dao. The original owner was born with a spiritual treasure, yet due to ignorance, weakness, and affectation, five years were wasted. After finally entering the Dao sect, they were betrayed by the beloved senior brother... Countless memories surged forth.
Then, a line of red text appeared in the information box: "Task: Save Ye Su'er"
The noisy and chaotic sounds continued, a sensation stimulating the survival instincts of the youth. He rolled out of bed, his movements uncoordinated, as if he were a long-term patient trying to regain control of his body. He discovered that his shoes were cloth shoes, with a multi-layered sole, very small. He was wearing thin, gray, worn-out clothes, the material feeling rough to the touch, made of cotton and linen, with hand-stitched pinholes.
"We cannot fight, we cannot fight, the Black Wind Thieves have over a hundred men. Just hand her over, Village Chief, she is merely an orphan!"
I go ... ...
The aunts and elder relatives urged in unison: "Ye Su'er, once you go to Heifeng Ridge, you will enjoy a life of luxury and abundance, do not be afraid!"
I make a wish—to protect the ones I love, to take revenge on all my enemies who have taken everything from me, and to restore peace to this chaotic world of cultivation. Someone said softly: "Heir of my name, the system in your mind is quite interesting. If you wish to obtain my plum blossom, then complete my task!"
Shh, lower your voice so as not to startle the neighbors. That young man has a bit of an affair with Ye Su'er; in a moment of impulse, he could do anything. He is a student, a scholar!
After a short while, the sound of hooves approached from a distance
Was the innate spiritual treasure taken away along with the golden finger, leaving only some spiritual roots? A wish for rebirth? So I responded to the wish and arrived at the original owner's time over a decade ago
Permission: None (Parasitic)
Subconsciously touching my chest, I let out a slight sigh of relief, my expression becoming strange. I raised my hand to look at it; this is the body of a youth, somewhat stronger, having done farm work, with calluses on the palms, perhaps having even wielded a knife. After being dazed for a few seconds, my gaze swept over the pile of firewood, where a hatchet was embedded in the logs, its blade glinting sharply.
Everyone has arrived, except for that young man from the Pei family widow, who is a student and currently ill
With a shudder, the young man instinctively touched his neck and sank back into his memories
Occupation: Child Scholar
Alas, alas, I am too ashamed to face her parents
"Village Chief, over there!" Zhang Dashan pointed, and several people looked over to see a few bandits leisurely approaching from outside the wall, accompanied by laughter and chatter, heading towards the village
Su San! You must open this door today, whether you want to or not, as that kid Pei Ziyun next door is sick and cannot protect you...
Zhang Dashan stood on the observation platform, surrounded by fences, thorny trees, and mud walls, which formed the most basic defense of the village. He was dressed in thin clothing, with a short bow on his back
Life species: Human
The clamor of voices gradually reached the next room, chaotic and noisy, with a multitude of voices speaking in a Southwestern dialect. However, the young man instinctively understood them. A flurry of figures passed by the crack of the door, and the sound of footsteps suggested there were about twenty to thirty people, all in disarray. He furrowed his brow and murmured: "... are they filming?"
The Four Books and Five Classics: An Introduction (Incomplete)
Suddenly, a small white plum blossom appeared before me, rapidly enlarging into a semi-transparent data frame, floating in my field of vision with a faint glow, as data emerged before my eyes
The young man gazed at the skill, which appeared vague at first, but as he focused, it gradually became clearer. It was two grayish-white symbols, resembling a book and a sword.
Merely three individuals have forced the entire village to face a formidable enemy
Zhang Dashan was feeling anxious when he suddenly froze, took down his short bow, listened intently, and his eyes revealed a vigilant glimmer
At this moment, it seemed that the discussions in the crowd had stirred the girl next door, who began to sob softly. Her voice was very gentle, yet it struck a familiar chord, piercing through the crowd and the bamboo forest, landing in the ears of the young man with such clarity: "Brother Yun..."
Name: Pei Ziyun
At this moment, one recalls the sight of a youth looking down at the shoes on his feet... The feet within the shoes, fair and tender, do not belong to him, but rather seem to be those of a woman
The people in the village listened, "Hand over this year's taxes, hand over the village's beauties"
Buzz
Time flows backward
Memory continues to advance, ultimately solidifying at the moment of death. The arch-enemy is present, the plum blossom is connected to its roots, blooming before the eyes. The thunderlight explodes, everything turns into void. He... No, the original owner made a wish