Chapter 002: Death and Resurrection

He thought carefully, yet felt nothing unusual; that consciousness should belong to him, just like a long-sealed memory that suddenly came to mind

They regard me as their beacon of hope; in my heart, are they not also my hope? Without them, how... how can I possibly live?

Xi Bin steadied himself and gave him a weak smile: "Yes, A Qiu, your young master... has woken up"

As a person in the film industry, he certainly knows what time travel means. He even participated in the filming of a science fiction time travel movie titled "Chasing Love Across Centuries." However, that was merely a form of cinematic expression, and he had never considered that such bizarre occurrences could truly exist in the world.

This situation was indeed rather bizarre, causing Xi Bin to be stunned for a while without calling anyone. He dazedly stared for a moment before slightly raising his head to look outside through the car window

Fortunately, he inherited all the memories of the unfulfilled nobleman Qingji. He knew that Qingji was not fighting against Helu alone; he had a group of loyal and steadfast subordinates, and he also had the support of the king of the nation.

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Since we have arrived in the State of Lu, there should be no immediate danger. The State of Lu borders the State of Wu, and Qingji is dedicated to attacking Wu to restore his country and avenge his father by killing Helu. This is beneficial for the State of Lu, as the ruler of Lu would be more than happy to see Wu in turmoil, reducing one source of trouble. He would not engage in actions detrimental to Qingji; however, it is uncertain where we are at this moment.

Looking back now, it seems that all of this must be the work of the Great Wheel of Reincarnation. That Great Wheel truly possesses extraordinary powers, capable of allowing one to traverse hundreds of lifetimes and the cycles of life and death. Perhaps it was Guan Yu's struggle that inadvertently triggered the mechanism of the Great Wheel, drawing his soul into the time-space tunnel

Xi Bin opened his eyes in shock, already drenched in cold sweat

The sounds of greetings, cheers, and choked voices mingled together, making it difficult to discern what they were saying to the book. However, the resurrected Xi Bin was quickly moved by their sincere emotions. These individuals were all straightforward and bold, embodying a pure and passionate spirit. Perhaps, deep down, Xi Bin still retained some of the straightforwardness and boldness that belonged to Qing Ji, allowing him to feel the genuine bond between these people and Qing Ji.

The great wheel of reincarnation suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and then he floated gently, flying through a bizarre and colorful passage, like a leaf swept away by a wild wind, drifting towards an unknown distance, until he vanished at the end of the luminous corridor

They appeared haggard and weary, completely lacking the spirited demeanor they had when departing from the Wei State. However, at this moment, as they looked at Xi Bin, their only hope, their eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

Qingji! I am Qingji! The third son of King Jiliao of the State of Wu

Strange, why not use oxen for plowing

Where is this place? Why am I not being taken to the hospital? Although we are filming in Tibet, the conditions here are not that bad!

Xi Bin turned around and touched his face, only to realize that the right side of his face was swollen, and there were marks all over his face from resting on the bamboo pillow.

In the next moment, he saw himself laughing bitterly, surrounded by many ancient soldiers in armor, kneeling before him with their hands on the ground. He sighed deeply and suddenly drew a weapon that was deeply embedded in his chest, blood gushing forth like a fountain

Yet everything outside the window, like a surging tide of memories, told him that all of this was real

Aqiu let out a cheer, straightened his back, and stood up. His large head collided with the shed with a loud "bang," causing the already dilapidated roof to tremble and dust to fall in showers. Xi Bin immediately squinted his eyes. However, he felt no pain, only focused on standing on the cart's yoke and shouting loudly: "The young master is awake, the young master is awake..."

It seems that after the assassination attempt on himself, the three armies were in disarray, and his confidants could only drag him ashore to escape. He was unaware of how long he had been unconscious, but it appeared that he had at least evaded the pursuit of the Wu army. This Qing Ji's physique is truly remarkable; he is indeed the foremost warrior of Wu, possessing an exceptional physical constitution. Despite being pierced through the chest by a halberd, he is now recovering remarkably well.

Fuchai and Goujian have not yet ascended to power, which... ? ... This means he knows nothing about this era and has no idea how history will unfold. How can this be played out

In order to survive, Xi Bin hurriedly mourned the loss of his former self and then gathered his spirits to contemplate his current situation. He was now riding an ox cart along a dry road, and since he could not head south to the State of Yue via the dry route, he had no choice but to head north, passing through the State of Lu to reach the State of Wei

His consciousness remained in a state of half-dream, half-awake. Occasionally, during moments of greater clarity, he felt as if he were on a very bumpy carriage. Despite the thick mattress beneath him, the jolting was severe, as if his bones were about to fall apart

The ox cart came to a stop, followed by a burst of cheers and noise. In a moment, a crowd of heads squeezed in under the curtain of the cart, each head eagerly looking at him. These individuals were all the most loyal subordinates of Qing Ji, and now they naturally remained his loyal subordinates.

Jing Lin smiled through his tears, and he wiped his face vigorously, exclaiming: "Crying! What is there to cry about! Young Master is blessed with great fortune, and recovery is hopeful. This is our great joy; we should be happy instead."

He should have been crushed to death at that moment, but now he has entered a different time and space, and yet life has somehow continued. However, everywhere there are nobles and high officials, why must I be possessed by a fallen young master? As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with deep grievances, and even if I do not seek out He Lu, that fellow will not let me off. This young master's identity not only offers no benefits, but also constantly attracts a group of assassins.

Ah!

From time to time, he would hear someone softly calling "Young Master" in his ear, and the warm breath that came from their mouth and the illustrations felt tangible against his ear, completely unlike a dream

Just as he thought of this, his own consciousness provided an answer: "Return the horses to the sunny side of Mount Hua, and let the cattle roam in the fields of the peach grove. Cattle are meant to be herded; they are used for pulling carts, for sacrifices, and for meat. Only wealthier farmers use cattle for plowing, as plowing with cattle requires iron tools, which ordinary farmers cannot afford. Stone plows and bronze plows cannot withstand the pull of strong cattle"

At this thought, Xi Bin's lips twitched, and his expression became rather peculiar. This situation was indeed both absurd and comical, yet as the person involved, he found himself unable to laugh.

The history of the Spring and Autumn period is not well known to Xi Bin. He read the vernacular version of "Records of the Eastern Zhou Kingdoms" when he was young, but he has mostly forgotten it now. Even the plots he can still recall are unclear regarding which era they occurred in. The only names he is familiar with are King Fu Chai of Wu, King Gou Jian of Yue, and the story of the beautiful woman Xi Shi.

His brain immediately provided an answer, and with a loud bang in Xi Bin's mind, the memories that originally did not belong to him completely merged with his consciousness at that moment

Xi Bin opened his mouth wide, his eyes revealing an expression of disbelief

Xi Bin pondered for a long time, digesting the memories belonging to Qing Ji. He then licked his lips and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Someone, bring water. Someone..."

Xi Bin looked around in surprise. He wanted to sit up, but then he realized there was a sharp pain in his chest, where a thick white silk cloth was tied. It was quite luxurious and not a medical bandage. The pain in his chest... It seemed that he was injured there.

A robust man is dragging a plow with a rope, while a woman is supporting the plow behind him, and the two are laboriously tilling the soil. Not far away in the wild grassland, several yellow cattle are leisurely grazing, swishing their tails.

The subordinates were filled with excitement, cheering loudly. In the distance, a flock of crows was startled into flight by their cheers, and the farmers in the fields looked over in surprise. However, Qingji's subordinates were completely unrestrained, lost in their joy, their voices echoing across the land, their energy overwhelming the skies.

He had just shouted a few times when the tattered curtain in front of the ox cart was suddenly lifted with a "whoosh," revealing a dark, rugged face. The man was tall and sturdy, with a round, large face, a bulbous nose, a full beard, and a pair of small eyes wide open in surprise as he exclaimed: "Young master, you are awake, you are really awake!"

Indeed, our young master is still here; this is a great joy!

He let out a deep breath and looked at his surroundings. Above him was a shaky and very rudimentary wooden cart roof, and beside him was a low window that was hardly taller than a pillow, bare of curtains. The sound of a few mooing cows reached his ears, and the swaying, sluggish movements indicated that he was lying on a bullock cart

Outside lies a vast wilderness, yet it is unlike the Gobi grasslands of Tibet. The wilderness is filled with swaying weeds, and its area exceeds that of the fields. In the scattered patches of farmland, some farmers dressed in ancient attire are working diligently. Most of the farmers are focused on their tasks, while only one elderly farmer, with white hair, rests on his hoe and looks in his direction. Xi Bin notices that the hoe resting on his shoulder appears to be made of wood. In the scattered patches of farmland, some farmers dressed in ancient attire are working diligently. Most of the farmers are focused on their tasks, while only one elderly farmer, with white hair, rests on his hoe and looks in his direction. Xi Bin notices that the hoe resting on his shoulder appears to be made of wood.

The tones of those calling out were strange, and the voices were different from what he usually heard, as if they were a dialect from some place he had never heard of, yet he understood them. Occasionally, he would respond vaguely, and a wave of cheers would come to his ears

The ox cart swayed unsteadily, causing Xi Bin, whose body was weak, to feel drowsy, yet he could not fall asleep. After a long time of swaying, he was finally forced to accept the absurd reality: his soul had traversed two thousand years of time and space, arriving in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States, merging with a young master named Qing Ji, of whom he had no recollection in his past life.

It is unclear how many days have passed, but his consciousness has finally begun to gradually focus on the books. Those fragmented images started to organize themselves in his mind. At one moment, he is being summoned and scolded by the director on set, and at another, he is wielding a sharp bronze spear, commanding soldiers to ambush the fleeing enemy. This cycle continues, and even he does not know which version of himself is the true one.

At last, he could recall the events leading up to his fainting. He remembered the great wheel of reincarnation snapping its steel cable and crashing down. Caught off guard, he was struck on the head, blood gushing out. He knew death was imminent. His vacant eyes could still see Guan Yu struggling desperately beside him, kicking and thrashing.

At present, King Wu is Helu, which means that Fuchai has not yet become the great king. Accordingly, Xishi is still just a young girl, a little loli, perhaps playing in the mud with her bare bottom in Zhaoluo Village of Yue State. This is quite possible; it is very normal for a child from a poor family to be of a certain age without proper clothing.

Xi Bin's mind was hazy, as if he were experiencing a bizarre dream. Numerous unfamiliar ancient figures and scenes appeared chaotically in his mind. He instinctively believed they were scenes from films he had watched, yet those figures and images were so vividly realistic that they defied description. There were absolutely no signs of a directing hand or the shadow of a camera in the scenes.

Xi Bin was taken aback; this consciousness... how did it enter his mind? Could it be that there is another consciousness within him?

Gradually, he found himself awake more often and dozing off less. He was aware that every day, someone carefully poured thin gruel, water, and bitter herbal soup that numbed his tongue into his mouth. He was unable to move, not even able to open his eyelids, and could only be at the mercy of others.

How could this happen? I... what is wrong with me, where is this place?

The anxiety and sense of isolation that Xi Bin felt as a stranger in a foreign land vanished in an instant upon seeing these good brothers who shared life and death together. He grasped the two calloused hands, whose ownership he could not ascertain, and with a pang in his heart, tears began to flow down from the corner of his left eye.