PS: Imitating the ancient style of writing … is really tiring.
"Crackle, crackle …"
Accompanied by the familiar sound of glass breaking that he had heard countless times, Ito Sei's figure appeared from the void. His body was surrounded by white mist, and he stood on a green mountain with his eyes closed like a person in the Immortal Path.
This situation lasted for three or four minutes before it suddenly changed. The white mist shrunk back into Ito Sei's body, completely revealing his face.
"Phew!" Sei Itō let out a long breath.
"Good air, good spiritual power." Sei Itō slowly opened his eyes and praised.
Then, his eyes went blank, and he stood in place as if his mind had wandered off. After four or five breaths, he regathered his divine light and walked out with a smile on his face.
In an instant, Sei Itō's figure suddenly disappeared.
In an unknown place, in a small village formed by a hundred or so guardians, Sei Itō's figure suddenly appeared on the dusty street.
"Long gown, short gown, I forgot to change before coming. No wonder these people looked at me like that." Seeing the strange gazes that were secretly looking at him from time to time and the women whispering, Sei Itō couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
Then, he strode into an alley not far away and hid himself. When he reappeared, he was covered in a cyan gown.
However, when paired with his strangely short hair, he looked very different from the rest of the group.
Sei Itō didn't care about this and waved the fan in his hand. With his other hand behind his back, he wobbled forward like an ancient scholar.
However, it was the turn of autumn and winter. It was the time when the wind was bitterly cold, making his actions look a bit funny.
However, the surrounding people didn't seem to be surprised and completely ignored him.
However, others didn't care, but some people did.
"Brat, stop right there." At this moment, a shout came from afar.
Sei Itō stopped in surprise and turned his head to look.
In the blink of an eye, four or five people in dark robes that had been washed so many times that the color had faded. Sheathed podaos hung at their waists. A man wearing a round red hat entered his eyes.
His appearance was clearly that of an ancient yamen runner! Judging from his appearance, he was a servant of the Manchurian Qing.
Just as Sei Itō focused his gaze, the four or five government servants walked in front of him.
"Monk?" The leading man frowned and asked.
The large man opened his mouth. A strong stench of alcohol gushed out of his mouth.
Sei Itō, with his sensitive five senses, didn't want to smell this stench. He immediately raised his fan. He placed his hands in front of his face and dodged backwards at the same time.
Seeing Sei Itō's actions, the man's face immediately became gloomy.
"Take out your index card. I want to check it. "The man said in a deep voice.
The scroll was an ancient identification card. Without it, you couldn't leave the county. Even if you left the county, you couldn't enter other cities. Moreover, if you were caught, you could be sent to prison without any reason. As for whether you would be sentenced to exile or be sent to the market, it depended on the mood of the official.
"I don't have it." Sei Itō said indifferently.
"As expected. I've long seen that you're a traitor. Brothers, seize him! "The man's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.
"Yes." The government servants on both sides shouted and immediately rushed forward to capture Sei Itō.
Based on their understanding, wouldn't it be easy to capture a skinny brat like him?
However, the situation changed in an instant and they were greatly shocked. Sei Itō, who was using his fan to block his face, twisted his body slightly and nimbly dodged the grasp of several government servants. Then, he raised his right leg and kicked several times.
With a series of bangs, the bailiffs who had gathered were immediately sent flying. Face down, they crashed heavily into the ground three or four directions away.
"Ouch, ouch!"
"It hurts!"
The government servants who had fallen cried out in pain.
This was the result of Sei Itō holding back. Otherwise, not a single one of these people would have survived Sei Itō's casual strike.
"What are you doing!" The leading man's face turned pale and he shouted at Sei Itō who was looking at him. However, his wandering eyes completely revealed the panic in his heart.
"I'll ask and you'll answer. If you answer well, this silver tael is yours. If you don't, you can prepare to spend the rest of your life in bed." Sei Itō flipped his hand and a small piece of silver appeared in his palm. He tossed it into the air as he spoke.
"Please, please ask." The man's expression changed, but the temptation of silver and the threat of martial strength quickly defeated the small amount of official status he had in his heart. He hurriedly bowed and smiled.
"Where is this place and what year is it?" Sei Itō asked indifferently.
"Replying to this lord, this is Liujia Town near the Jingmen of Jingchu. It is currently the second year of Qianlong." The government servant hurriedly replied.
"The second year of Qianlong, this time of year again … It seems that the story is about to begin." Sei Itō thought to himself after hearing the government servant's reply.
With that thought, Sei Itō no longer hesitated. He casually tossed the silver tael in his hand to the government servant and disappeared in a flash.
Seeing how Sei Itō had suddenly disappeared, the government servant immediately sat down on the ground and muttered to himself, "Did I meet an immortal?"
To the side, the townspeople who had been watching the commotion felt their hearts skip a beat when they saw this. Some of the more devout ones even knelt on the ground and kowtowed as they begged.
Putting aside the immortal legend that had started to spread in Liujia Town, Sei Itō was using the Art of Qimen Dunjia to divine the secrets of the heavens. At the same time, he used the Art of Qimen Dunjia to sense the mysteries of the heavens.
It didn't take long for Ito to appear in the territory of Sichuan under this exaggerated method of teleportation. Sei Itō didn't stop moving. He quickly moved to the vicinity of the Wu Gorge and finally stopped in front of a riverside town by the Wu Gorge.
"This should be the place." Sei Itō silently calculated with his fingers as he searched for the secrets of the heavens.
Sei Itō then stopped his hand gestures and walked to the river nearby. He found a rock that was half the height of a person and smoothed the top of the rock with his hand.
As Sei Itō's hand moved, a handful of dust fell from the rock. When he stopped, the originally jagged rock immediately became abnormally flat, as if it had been sliced by a sharp blade.
Sei Itō waved his sleeve to get rid of the dust and jumped onto the rock. He leisurely admired the scenery of the river.
One day …
Two days …
Three days …
Gradually, the rumor that there was a dumb scholar in the river began to spread among the villages and towns along the river. The rumor continued to spread to the villages and towns along the Wu Gorge when the boats stopped by occasionally.
…
In the calm Wu Gorge River, a small boat carrying people was going against the flow of the river.
The little boat did not answer. It was only about three meters long and one meter wide. It was made of gray, not coarse, linen and rattan to create a canopy for people to rest and shelter from the rain. In terms of style, it was somewhat similar to the black canopied boats that fishermen in Jiangnan who relied on fishing for a living lived on.
There were three people standing on the boat.
One of them was an old man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a bamboo pole. He stood at the front of the boat and steered the boat. Needless to say, this old man was definitely the owner of the boat. He was very old.
The other two people were a man and a woman. The man was dressed in a long robe and carried a long bag that seemed to be loaded with something heavy on his shoulder. Half of his hair was white and his face was weathered. Judging from his appearance, he looked to be in his fifties. However, his black and white eyes were clear and bright. His eyes were bright and full of spirit. Clearly, he was an expert in martial arts and had profound internal strength.
The woman also wore a plain robe, but she was still young. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her skin was white and she didn't look like a peasant girl at all. She was full of heroic spirit, like a heroine of the jianghu. Her eyes were filled with naivety and admiration for the man beside her. If he guessed correctly, the two of them were father and daughter.
"That's the first time I've returned to my homeland! When will I be able to return to my homeland? "At this moment, the old man suddenly said loudly. However, his voice was filled with sadness and tears filled his eyes.
"Father, you're sad again. Everything in the world has its destiny. It's useless to be sad. Father, please take care of your body." The woman couldn't help but comfort him.
"Old Master, it's already late. The famous Crow's Beak is in front of us. There are villages and towns there. Let's go ashore and buy some wine and food." At this moment, the boatman's voice sounded.
"Alright, just go ahead and do it. I'm a bit tired today and won't go ashore. "The old man stopped his sadness and nodded.
"Yi?" However, at this moment, the young woman's eyes revealed a strange light and she let out a soft cry of surprise.
"What's wrong?" The old man turned and asked.
"Father, look, there's someone there." The young woman pointed at the shore and said in a crisp voice.
The man looked over, and in an instant, the figure of a handsome young man dressed in a green robe and holding a wine jug, drinking under the moonlight entered his sight.
"That's the famous foolish scholar in this area. According to the people in the town, this person has been sitting here foolishly for more than half a month. No one knows what he's been doing." The boatman looked at the young man on the shore and said.
After saying this, the boatman no longer paid attention to the father and daughter. After anchoring the boat, he jumped onto the shore and strode toward the nearby village.
Hearing the boatman's words, the father and daughter looked curiously at the young man on the shore and both secretly said, "What a pity." They returned to the cabin and took out a few dishes and wine. They placed them at the bow of the boat and ate with each other.
"Ai." At this moment, a soft sigh that seemed to resound in the father and daughter's ears suddenly sounded.
The father and daughter's chopsticks paused and they couldn't help but turn to look at the young man.
However, they didn't know when, but the young man had come to the side of the small boat they were on and stared at the young woman on the boat.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
