In his previous life, even though she knew that the original owner was helpless, Ye Su'er still snuck into his room and cried, "Brother Pei!"
The original owner of the body was helpless and could only watch as she cried. It was nearing dawn, and the sounds of people could be heard. She gritted her teeth and removed her clothes, "Brother Pei!"
Thinking back, she already had the will to die. Thinking back, it was the eyes of a little deer that was about to die.
The most frustrating thing was that the original owner was afraid of trouble and did not dare to touch her. The original owner could not forget the look in her eyes when she was rejected. She did not even want to die, only an emptiness.
She was about to be given to the bandits, and the person she loved did not even have the courage to touch her.
Her heart had already turned to ashes.
In the original owner's previous life, she was a key figure in the prosperity of the country. Three Ye's and two Guo's, she was fated. The original owner could not tell what happened that night in the mountains behind the sect. Her feelings for him, was it love, or was it love?
The original owner had the Plum Blossom between his eyebrows, and only realized its use after five years. He had lost her long ago, but young master Xie managed to get her. Hence, he had a bright future ahead of him.
Even after he opened the gates of heaven and became a rogue cultivator, the Plum Blossom was stolen. It was only because of her pleading with young master Xie that he was able to survive until the celebration.
These memories flashed past his mind, but Pei Zi Yun's eyes were calm. No matter what, everything was starting to change. He took the opportunity to hug her and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Everything is fine now."
"These bandits have all been killed by me."
"Mm!"
As soon as he said this, his chest became wet. After a long time, Ye Su'er, who was in Pei Zi Yun's arms, responded. Following this response, Pei Zi Yun felt his eyebrows light up, and a small white Plum Blossom appeared before his eyes. It grew bigger and became a translucent information interface.
Name: Pei Zi Yun
Authority: None (Parasitic)
Race: Human
Occupation: Scholar
Techniques: Introduction to the Four Books and Five Classics (Incomplete), Free Cloud Sword Technique (Incomplete)
Following this, a line of red words appeared on the information interface, "Mission: Save Ye Su'er (80% Complete), Skill Point + 1. As Pei Zi Yun looked over, a message appeared in his mind."
"Does this mean I can add points?" Pei Zi Yun was overjoyed.
Coming to this foreign world, even Pei Zi Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of insecurity. He tried to suppress it, but the more he fought, the more anxious he felt.
Now, he could finally relax a little. Without thinking, he directly pointed at the Free Cloud Swordsmanship (Incomplete).
"Buzz!" Pei Zi Yun could feel a warm current flowing through his body before disappearing in the blink of an eye. The Free Cloud Sect Sword Technique's Entry Level (Incomplete) had become Entry Level.
This change happened in a split second. Ye Su'er looked confused as she lifted her head and stared at Pei Zi Yun.
Regarding her suspicions, Pei Zi Yun did not say anything further. He then said softly, "I am a fellow disciple of the hunter's son in the village. He knows some martial arts, and I've watched him practice before. That's why I've learned some from him."
Pei Zi Yun touched Ye Su'er's face as he spoke.
Ye Su'er could not help but shiver as she smelled the blood on Pei Zi Yun's body. She pressed her face against his chest and felt the warmth of his heart. Even though Pei Zi Yun had said it casually, she was very familiar with Pei Zi Yun. Such courage and ferocity, it must be because of his love for her. Ye Su'er was speechless.
The silvery moonlight illuminated the uneven village.
Looking from afar, one could see that Snail Village was different tonight. The village chief's office was brightly lit, with several torches lit. Many people walked to and fro.
"Brother Pei, those aunties are usually so nice. Why did they suddenly become like this?" Ye Su'er said softly.
All of them had torn off their usual friendly facade and were forcing her to go to the Black Wind Camp. If she did not go, she would be the sinner of the entire village.
"Brother Pei, I was so scared just now. I was afraid that I would never see you again." Ye Su'er leaned against Pei Zi Yun's chest, her eyes filled with fear as she spoke.
"Don't be afraid, it's all in the past now. Let's go back to the village now." Seeing that Ye Su'er was still a little scared, Pei Zi Yun said blandly, "They were doing it for their own survival."
"We can understand, but we shouldn't be so kind as to accept it."
"However, we have to go back now. Let's pretend that nothing happened. Don't be afraid, I've already killed these bandits. They won't send you to the Black Wind Camp. My teacher has some influence as well, so you can rely on him for protection."
"As for the rest, I will take care of it." As he spoke, Pei Zi Yun stretched out his hand and gently brushed Ye Su'er's hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate face. Her nose was small, her eyebrows were arched, and her eyelashes were curled upwards. She had a childish face, and he could not help but be entranced.
"Ok!" Ye Su'er replied. The two of them reached the village and entered their own house.
Snail Village
In the mountains, the sun always rose earlier. It was bright red, and gradually peeked out from the foot of the mountain. The entire area was bathed in light, and as the sky brightened, the roosters in the village began to crow.
The village chief was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at the sacks of rice. Last night, he and his men had finally gathered all the goods that the Black Wind Bandits wanted. He heaved a sigh of relief. This year's ordeal was finally over, and there would be peace for a while.
At this point, an old woman walked in and whispered into the village chief's ear. The village chief nodded his head and said, "It's good that she's still here. Keep an eye on her. Without her, these bandits will not give up. When that happens, we will be in deep trouble."
Hearing the village chief say this, the old woman was shocked and hurriedly nodded her head.
The sky gradually brightened. The bandits had requested for the goods in the morning, but it was already late in the morning, and they still had not arrived. The villagers couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. They hesitated, not knowing what had happened.
As soon as the sky brightened, many of them became bolder. Zhang Dashan said, "Village chief, I will go and see what's going on. These bandits are after money, and they come to the village every year to collect grain. They are not willing to make a blood feud with us. I will meet them once in a while, so it should be fine."
"Ok, these bandits usually rest in the temple outside the village. Usually, no one goes there. You go and look for them, but be polite."
Zhang Dashan agreed and went out to the dilapidated temple.
Seeing that the temple door was wide open, and there was no sound from within, he poked his head in to take a look. What he saw shocked him. Two of the Black Wind Bandits had been killed. One had been stabbed in the chest with a bamboo spear, and his neck had been slit. The other had been decapitated, and his head was rolling on the ground.
Zhang Dashan was frozen like a wooden statue. A gust of cold wind blew a small piece of wood onto his shoulder. Only then did he jolt awake and realize that the terrifying situation in front of him was not a dream. He immediately sobered up and crawled out of the room in fright.
When he was outside, Zhang Dashan finally heaved a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding, his ears were ringing, and he was dizzy. He forced himself to run back. When he saw the village chief, he screamed, "Not good, not good!"
Seeing his expression, the village chief's legs turned to jelly. He asked, "What's wrong? Are you trying to scare us to death?"
Zhang Dashan was still a little clear-headed at this point. He pulled the village chief to a secluded corner and said, "Village chief, those Black Wind Bandits can't come. They're all dead now, hacked to death in the temple!"
The village chief was stunned, and his eyes widened. A gust of wind blew, and the village chief trembled. He said in a trembling voice, "Is this true? Don't tell me you're dreaming! "
"Village chief, go and take a look, and you'll know." Zhang Dashan glanced at the people around him and said in a low voice.
The village chief looked up at the sky for a long time. Without saying a word, he stood up and ran to the temple. With just one look, his body trembled. What he saw were two bloody corpses, but the bandits' leader was nowhere to be seen. He knew that disaster was imminent.
"Disaster has come, our Snail Village is finished …"
…
After a while, the entire village was shaken. People came and went, and no one cared about Ye Su'er anymore. Ye Su'er listened to the sounds of people crying and chattering outside, and her face was filled with worry.
"Su'er, don't worry, I just saw the bandits' corpses."
"I am a scholar. The villagers would never have thought that I was the one who killed them. Hence, I won't be implicated. It's just that you will be in trouble. However, my teacher, Mister Zhao, is teaching in the village. He is a righteous man. Since this is a disaster, I shall send you to him. He is benevolent and righteous, and will definitely protect us."
When Ye Su'er heard this, she was overjoyed, but also worried, "If Mister thinks that I am just a woman, and does not want to protect me, what should we do?"
"If Mister is unwilling, I will bring you far away." Pei Zi Yun's eyes shone brightly, and he said firmly, "I will not let you fall into the hands of the bandits."
"Mm." Ye Su'er replied softly.
Mister Zhao's residence was in a bamboo forest, and was quite a distance from the village. Holding Ye Su'er's hand, Pei Zi Yun took big strides towards Mister Zhao's house.
The bamboo forest was vast, and from afar, it looked like a sea of bamboos. Mister Zhao loved this place, and built his house here.
Mister Zhao was drinking in the courtyard.
On the small table, there was a plate of stir-fried cured meat. Although there was no oil, it was still fragrant. There was also a plate of tofu, with a few scallions sprinkled on top. The tofu was golden and tender, and looked extremely tempting. At this point, Mister Zhao was raising a cup of sake, and using his long sleeves to cover his mouth, he drank a cup.
After drinking the sake, he picked up a piece of cured meat. At this point, he saw a man and a woman walk in. When he looked closer, he realized it was his student and a young lady.
"So it's Zi Yun, why are you still standing? Sit! "
Ye Su'er had seen Mister Zhao a few times before, and this time, her mood was different. She looked at him carefully, and saw that he was a middle-aged man dressed in a green robe. He had a medium build, a long face, and a pair of black eyebrows. His eyes shone brightly, and no one dared to look him in the eye. Her heart skipped a beat.
Pei Zi Yun did not sit down, his emotions were complicated. He had obtained the original owner's memories, and naturally knew that this person was an elder of Free Cloud Sect. He had many opportunities to learn Dao Arts, but the original owner was very stubborn, and thought that these were all nonsense. Hence, there was no fate between them.
Hence, this Mister Zhao only taught Confucianism. In the future, the original owner used the Plum Blossom to steal Dao Arts, and eventually became a disciple of Mister Zhao. One step behind, and every step behind. Thinking about it, Pei Zi Yun could not help but sigh. Time had passed, and he was afraid that it would be too late. He bowed and said, "Benefactor, this time I have come to ask for help."
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