Snail Village
The night was quiet, and the moonlight shone through the trees, illuminating the ground.
Zhang Dashan stood on the observation deck, surrounded by fences, thorny trees, and mud walls, forming the village's most basic defense. He wore a thin coat, and there was a short bow strapped to his back.
Although it was early spring, the chill was bone-chilling. Zhang Dashan looked up at the sky, "From the looks of it, there won't be any rain tomorrow. What will happen to the crops?"
"And a few days ago, the Black Wind Bandits demanded that the village collect grain." Thinking of this, Zhang Dashan's face showed a hint of anxiety.
Spring had come without rain, and the crops were on the brink of death. After the Black Wind Bandits, they still wanted to extort them. How could this be?
Zhang Dashan was anxious, but suddenly, he was startled. He took out his short bow and listened intently, his eyes shining with vigilance.
A moment later, the sound of hooves could be heard from afar.
Zhang Dashan took a closer look and sucked in a breath of cold air. His heart was pounding, and without thinking, he bumped into the broken clock hanging on the observation deck.
"Not good, not good! The Black Wind Ridge Bandits are approaching the village! "
The sudden sound of the bell broke the silence of the village, like a bowl of water suddenly poured into a pot of boiling oil. Chaotic footsteps could be heard, and the lights were turned on. The village was alarmed.
News of the bandits' arrival spread to every corner of the village. The elderly, the weak, the women, and the children in the village panicked. These bandits, we just gave them grain a few months ago, and they're here again today. A few women cursed under their breath as they ran away.
"Quick, hide the money and the women."
The women and children were anxiously tidying up their homes, ordering their children to hide. The young men gathered at the village entrance with machetes in hand.
Other than the ordinary villagers, there were a few others, led by the village chief, heading toward the village entrance. They were all strong and strong, holding not machetes, but long knives and hunting bows.
"Village chief, over there!" Zhang Dashan pointed, and several people looked over. Outside the wall, several bandits were approaching at a steady pace, laughing and chatting as they approached the village.
As they got closer, the torches illuminated the bandits of the Black Wind Ridge. These bandits liked to wear black clothes, and there was a wolf embroidered on their clothes. That was why they could recognize them so quickly.
A middle-aged bandit stood in the middle, and the two bandits around him seemed to take him as their leader. His face was thin, and he was dressed in black. Even though he was joking at this moment, under the light of the fire, his eyes still carried a cold glint, like knives, as if he was going to cut off a chunk of flesh from whoever he looked at.
"Hahaha, third brother, we spend most of our time on the mountain, so we only come to the Crouching Ox village a few times a year. Looking at it today, the Crouching Ox village seems to be very wealthy!"
The one who spoke was a burly man. He looked at the villagers who had woken up and climbed up the mud wall with a cold gaze. "They can even build watchtowers and mud walls. Looks like we should ask them to hand in more food every year. What they offered last year is far from enough!"
There were only three of them, yet they were able to force the entire village to face a great enemy.
"Who else hasn't arrived yet?" The village chief furrowed his brows and looked around. In a situation like this, fighting or not was one thing. All the men had to come out and fight, which was another.
"They're all here, aside from the widow of the Pei family. He's a scholar, and he's still sick."
At this moment, the middle-aged bandit ran out from under the mud wall without any fear. He laughed at the villagers, "You bastard, do you dare to shoot at me?"
… …
A hubbub rang out in the darkness, before gradually becoming clearer. People were rushing about, and someone cried out, "The bandits are here, the bandits are here!"
"Listen up, villagers! Hand over this year's money and the village's beauties!"
"We've just paid our taxes, so where's the money? Please, sir …"
"Cut the crap. Either hand over the money or shoot us to death. Let's see if we, the Black Wind Bandits, will flatten you and kill every last one of you!"
What was that sound?
The young man opened his eyes. The sky was dim, and above him was a hanging beam made of old-fashioned clay tiles. He quickly scanned the surroundings. There were some cracks in the mud brick walls, and they were stuffed with some grass to prevent air leakage. There was also cold wind coming in. The windows were papered. Where was he in such a poor mountain village?
Just thinking about it made his forehead ache, and his mind went blank. It was ten thousand times more painful than a hangover, and it penetrated deep into his soul. The whole world was torn and melted like dough. His forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he panted heavily as he listened to the messages coming in from outside.
"We can't fight, we can't fight. There are hundreds of Black Wind Bandits. Just hand her over. Village chief, she's just an orphan girl!"
"Sigh, sigh, I don't have the face to see her parents …"
The hubbub continued, and a feeling stimulated the survival instinct of the young man. He flipped over and got off the bed. His movements were not smooth, as if he had regained control of his body after being bedridden for a long time. He realized that his shoes were made of cloth, with a thousand layers of soles. They were very small, and he was wearing a thin, grey robe. The material felt rough to the touch, like cotton and linen, and the holes were handmade …
How to describe it?
It was a Han costume that was mixed with the style of an ethnic minority. It was said to be a costume for a play, but it was very clean and starched.
As he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain in between his eyebrows. The thing that was locked inside was about to come out, and the hubbub outside was still going on.
"Miss Su, open the door! Open the door! "
"Su San! Even if you don't want to open the door today, you have to. Pei Zi Yun next door is sick and can't protect you … "
The hubbub gradually reached the next door. It was chaotic, and everyone was talking at the same time. The words they spoke had a southwest accent, but the young man could instinctively understand them. A shadow flashed through the gap of the door, and the sound of footsteps sounded like there were about twenty to thirty people. It was a mess. He frowned and mumbled, "… Are they filming?"
Before he could understand the situation, he heard someone knocking on the door. The young man went to open the door, and his body felt refreshed. The muscles in his limbs were transmitting signals, and his movements were full of vitality that he hadn't felt for a long time. What was strange was that his vision was clear … It was as if he had taken off his grey glasses to see the world of rain.
At this moment, he thought of something and looked down at the shoes on his feet … The feet in the shoes were white and tender. It wasn't his own feet, but the feet of a woman.
"What the …"
He touched his chest subconsciously, and heaved a sigh of relief. His face turned strange, and he raised his hand to look at it. This was the body of a young man, and it was stronger. He had done farm work, and there were calluses on his hand. Perhaps he had held a knife before … He was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes swept across the pile of firewood. A knife was stuck in the firewood, and the edge of the blade was as bright as snow.
Pa —
Pushing the door open, he could vaguely see the mountains in the distance. It was a small village, built against a hillside. There were villagers running around, and some of them were knocking on the door, trying to persuade a woman to come out. She did not come out.
The aunts and aunts tried to persuade her, "Ye Su 'er, you'll have a good life in Black Wind Ridge, don't be afraid!"
"Why is there no sound!"
"Stop talking nonsense with her. Ye Su 'er doesn't know how to appreciate kindness. She's an outsider, and there's no one else in the house. Let's just break down the door and tie her up!"
"Yo, she's even holding a pair of scissors inside!"
"Shh, lower your voice, don't startle the neighbor. That kid and Ye Su 'er have an affair, and when he's hot-headed, he can do anything. He's a scholar!"
"Transmigrated?" A small worm slithered down from the bamboo leaves, and crawled across the face of the human-shaped youth. It did not treat him as a living person, and his mind was buzzing.
At that moment, the discussion in the crowd seemed to have stimulated the girl next door. She sobbed softly, but her voice was very familiar. It passed through the crowd and the bamboo forest, and landed clearly in the youth's ears, "Brother Yun …"
This voice became the key to the original owner's memory.
"Boom!"
"I make a wish — to protect the person I love, to avenge the enemy who took everything from me, and to bring peace to this chaotic world of cultivators …" Someone said softly, "The one who inherited everything from me, the system in your mind is very interesting. If you want to obtain my Plum Blossom, then complete my mission!"
"Weng —"
He felt a sharp pain in between his eyebrows, and his body stiffened. Even his breathing stopped. The moonlight shone on the bamboo leaves, and on the youth's forehead, a transparent shadow of the Plum Blossom appeared. One of the petals was faintly discernible, as if it was about to come out.
"No!" Memories, so familiar yet so strange. Countless memories swarmed into his mind, until there was a flash of blood.
His body trembled, and the youth subconsciously touched his neck, as he sank back into his memories.
This was a long dream, a person's life.
Just like himself, his name was Pei Zi Yun.
This was a world of Dao. The original owner was born with a spiritual treasure, but because of his ignorance, weakness, and hypocrisy, he wasted five years of his life. After much difficulty, he finally entered a Dao sect, but was betrayed by his Senior Brother … Countless memories flooded into his mind.
"Natural spiritual treasure? My golden finger was stolen, and I still have some spiritual roots left? Wish to be reborn? So I fulfilled my wish and came to the original owner's life ten years ago? "
"Time has turned back!"
His body was sore, and his head hurt, as if it was about to split open. Countless memories regrouped, forming a new soul. One emotion after another was added. There was love, hatred, despair, and anticipation.
The person in front of him was Ye Su 'er.
"Now you've been awakened by Ye Su 'er?"
Ye Su 'er's childhood sweetheart … After being separated for so many years, they met again in a sect with strict rules. They could not forget each other. The youth trembled in fear as he accepted these emotions … her past, her future, her body, and her soul.
The memories continued to advance, and finally froze at the moment of death. The enemy was right in front of him, the Plum Blossom was connected to the root, and it bloomed in front of him. Lightning flashed, and everything turned into nothingness. He … no, the original owner had made a wish.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a small white Plum Blossom appeared in front of him. It grew bigger and became a translucent information interface. It floated in front of him, and a few words appeared.
Name: Pei Zi Yun
Authority: None (Parasitic)
Race: Human
Occupation: Scholar
The youth looked at the skills, and it was blurry. But as he stared at it, it became clearer and clearer. It was a greyish white symbol that looked like a book and a sword.
The moment the symbol appeared, a line of words appeared in his mind.
"Four Books and Five Classics: Elementary (Incomplete)"
"Free Cloud Sword Technique: Elementary (Incomplete)"
Following that, a line of red words appeared on the information interface: "Mission: Save Ye Su 'er."
The translucent Plum Blossom remained motionless between the youth's eyebrows. After a while, the Plum Blossom disappeared, as if it had never existed.
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