Behind Wudang Mountain-

A bleak cold wind blew, and the scorched and dry leaves fell everywhere.

A tomb stands alone on the ground, and a lot of dead leaves have accumulated scattered around the tombstone, and from a distance, I thought it was paper money for memorial services.

The style of this tombstone could not be simpler, without the slightest pattern decoration, it is made of a very common bluestone, which is used by ordinary people who live hard in the first few years.

There is no date of birth and death of the person who is buried underground on the tombstone, nor is there any merit or demerit of the deceased, and there is no information about the place of origin, relatives, and date of burial, only the name of the owner of the tomb is engraved on it. The handwriting is powerful and sharp, as if someone had written directly on a tombstone with a sharp weapon such as a sword.

Qiao Heng supported the tombstone with one hand to support his body, and the tips of his fingers holding the upper edge of the tombstone were already extremely white, and he relied on the support of the tombstone in front of him to prevent him from falling to the ground. The chaotic memories that belonged to the original owner of the body were surging up and down in the brain, cold sweat soaked through the clothes, and the autumn wind blew and it was cold to the bone.

Qiao Heng died in the twilight of autumn in the previous world, and now he came to another world at the same time, which can be regarded as an interesting coincidence.

Gradually, he let go of his grip on the edge of the tombstone, calmed his breath, removed his hand from the tombstone, and took a step back, so that he had the heart to see where this was.

His attention was first focused on the tombstone that had supported him for a while.

Ordinary cemetery, featureless tombstone, only seven big characters are engraved on the tablet - the tomb of the rebel son Song Qingshu. And the word rebel has already explained who is the person who erected the monument for the owner of the tomb.

When Qiao Heng saw the words "Song Qingshu", his eyes were a little stunned, and his gaze couldn't help but linger on the name of the tomb owner for a while.

-- This is "his own grave."

More precisely, the tomb belonged to the original owner of the body he was now using.

It stands to reason that he should have woken up in a coffin under the dirt. But just as he never understood why he was not born and died naturally like ordinary people, erased his memories and reincarnated peacefully, he also didn't understand why he didn't open his eyes in the coffin underground this time, but stood directly on the surface and appeared in front of the tombstone.

This is somewhat unreasonable, but the existence of his own self since reincarnation is already the greatest challenge to the concept of "common sense".

This is like a deliberately arranged and designed qiē, which made him feel a deep exhaustion from the depths of his soul.

Qiao Heng's eyes were like a black lake, and all the undercurrents were hidden under a calm.

He looked at the seven words on the tombstone and whispered to himself: "Song Qingshu." ”

Good name.

Song Qingshu, whose father is the head disciple of the Wudang faction, is the best of the three generations of disciples of the Wudang faction. His people have been talented since childhood, and when they were young, they roamed the rivers and lakes, but they also made a lot of names, known as jade/face Mengwei, and the reputation of the rivers and lakes is not much better than that of some martial arts veterans. However, his bright future came to an abrupt end when he mistakenly killed his uncle and sentenced him to leave the Wudang faction, and then he used the Nine Yin True Scripture to kill several martial arts righteous people, and the glory that shrouded his head completely vanished.

The blame is self-inflicted, and it is self-inflicted.

However, a generation of martial arts Tianjiao has fallen to this point, which is sad and lamentable.

Qiao Heng gently patted his hand and brushed away the dust that had just been stained from the tombstone in his palm.

Now, the timing of his passage is good or bad.

It is said that it is not good, because the mistakes that the original owner of the body should not have made have been made, and the wrong things that should not have been done have been done, and the negative impact of those dirty things will be borne by him from now on. said that it was good because he wore it after the death of the original owner of the body, and others didn't know that "he" was still alive, as long as he was incognito and didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, maybe he could live a good life.

He thought that maybe he should think of getting some disfigurement objects. This Song Qingshu had the nickname of "Jade/Mian Mengwei" at the beginning, if there were no later accidents, he would have been the third-generation head of the Wudang faction, coupled with the almost farce changes later, there are really many people in the rivers and lakes who know his appearance.

Of course, some people may say that Yi Rong is so troublesome, why not learn from Fan Yao, the right envoy of light who changed his name and surname Yi and infiltrated the Ruyang Palace, and also disfigured himself?

It's not that he is reluctant to give up this face, and he is not the real Song Qingshu, a person like him who is constantly reincarnated, why is there anything reluctant to have a temporary face? However, in this ancient world where there were no antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, a wound infection was enough for him to be reincarnated again, even if this world was a mysterious martial arts world, the formula that could be called a miracle medicine in his memory was not nothing, but who would be idle and gamble with his own health? In addition, Qiao Heng had long lost much hope for his luck.

What's more, the body he is using now, but the dantian is dilapidated and the meridians are destroyed, and he really can't stand the toss anymore.

The clothes on his body couldn't stop the erosion of the cold at all, and the bleak wind of this autumn wind made the little warmth on his body disappear without a trace.

Thinking of those things in the future first, Qiao Heng's thoughts returned to the present.

He saw that the tombstone was brand new, and it was obviously a newly erected tomb, but the front of the tombstone was empty, and there was neither scattered paper money nor any traces of sacrifices, as if the owner of the tomb had never enjoyed sacrifices since the monument was erected.

In real terms, he doesn't seem to be much better than him. He finally has a father who can build a tomb for him, and the treatment after the death of his young and immature/tender self is not as good as him.

Qiao Heng stood quietly in place for a while, and then personally helped clean up the dead branches and leaves around the tomb that were swept by the wind.

He originally wanted to recite another volume of the "Sutra of Salvation", but after thinking about it, he felt bored and dispelled this idea. If this thing is really useful, why is he still immersed in the world? It is just formalism seeking psychological comfort.

……

Yuan Dynasty, 20 years to Zheng -

Recently, a major event has been spreading in the rivers and lakes. It is said that the Ming Sect advocates that Wuji is determined to retire with his love/couple, and will no longer interfere in martial arts affairs in the future.

In fact, since Zhang Wuji secretly gave way to Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the light, there have been rumors everywhere, but after all, not many people want to believe it. After all, now the anti-Yuan cause is in full swing, with good news, and the morale of the Ming Sect is flourishing, and it is quite unstoppable. Zhang Wuji, as the leader of the Ming Sect, whether in terms of responsibility, morality or power interests, how can such a big cause be said to be able to be put down?

But now, the people no longer believe it, but they will believe it. Because the people in the rivers and lakes gradually discovered that Zhang Wuji had not appeared in front of everyone for a long time, even the disciples of the Ming Sect had not seen Sect Leader Zhang since last year.

Could it be true that Zhang Wuji retired from retirement?

It's a big deal.

Some people are saying that Zhang Wuji is not harmonious, fame and fortune, some people praise him for being a good seed of infatuation, and naturally some people scold him for being a hero and short of breath. However, the focus of everyone's controversy was more focused on Zhao Min, who retired to the rivers and lakes with him.

Zhao Min's biological father is the generalissimo of the Yuan Dynasty, the king of Ruyang, who is the great enemy of life and death of a group of righteous men in the rivers and lakes, this Zhang Wuji married the daughter of this old thing, does he want to join the enemy? Some people also say that Zhang Wuji was stunned by the demon girl, what if the demon girl took some secret from Zhang Wuji's mouth and secretly told the king of Ruyang?

It is even rumored that Zhang Wuji has now gone to Mongolia.

For a time, there were people who said something unpleasant. It's hard to say whether there is anyone behind the scenes fanning the flames and stirring up everyone's feelings, but the fact that Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min retired hand in hand is a certainty.

However, these have little to do with today's Qiao Heng.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away. If you don't teach, sex is migration. The way of teaching, you are dedicated to ......" The sound of reading came from the window.

A few peasant men were afraid of disturbing the children's studies, so they stood far away and tiptoed through the window to peek at the scene in the window, and saw that many children were studying seriously, so they relaxed and prepared to do farm work.

Qiao Heng held the "Three Character Classic" rolled into a cylinder in his hand, and he slowly walked back and forth in this simple school with his hands on his back, inspecting the recitation of these children.

He saw a small, fat grey magpie flapping its wings and flying down from the tree, and finally came to rest on the lattice. He walked to the window, and the gray magpie was not afraid of life, and he curled his fingers and rubbed his hairy body against the joints of his bones.

A little child with a dirty face stopped reciting the three-character scripture in his mouth and glanced at the bird curiously.

"Ahh A pebble from nowhere was rolling on the desk.

He secretly glanced at his husband, only to see Qiao Heng looking at him with a smile.

He suddenly became smart, sat upright again, and continued to recite the three-character sutra in a voice louder than the other children.

Qiao Heng didn't care about him anymore.

He turned around and watched through the window as the gray magpie flew towards the distant mountains, the dark mountains looming like shadows, and on the other side of the mountains were the noisy rivers and lakes.

The place where he is now is just a small village located in the mountains, where the people rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water, and they are not famous, and the traffic is extremely inconvenient.

The strife in the outside world seems to be blocked by that heavy mountain.

The four seasons here are pleasant, warm in winter and cool in summer, and there is a medicine he uses to regulate his body growing on the nearby mountains, Qiao Heng took a fancy to this village at a glance when he first came here. Now, he has lived here for quite some time.

Small villages like this, which are self-sufficient and have little contact with the outside world, are often extremely xenophobic. But Qiao Heng has never cared about this.

It's funny to say that the old village chief of this village even wants him to stay more than Qiao Heng himself. Qiao Heng at the beginning just inadvertently revealed the possibility that he might stay here for a long time, the old village chief who didn't know where to hear the news was afraid that he would regret it, and in one day, out of nowhere, squeezed out two acres of fertile land and handed it to him with the title deed.

So, he obtained the "right of permanent residence" here without hindrance, and after coming and going, Qiao Heng found that he was actually quite popular in this village.

Afterwards, Qiao Heng thought about the reason, probably because when he first came here, he said that he was a scholar who wanted to go back to his hometown to open a school.

No matter what world it is, people's desire for knowledge, their desire for their sons to become dragons, their daughters to become phoenixes, and their ambitions to get ahead are always the same. This whole thing, to put it mildly, is the reason.

……

A woman dressed as a woman stood outside a small farm yard, using straw stalks as a rope and carrying a bloodshot piece of raw meat. When she saw that the courtyard door was open, she went straight in, and shouted in a loud voice, "Is anyone at home?"

"It's coming, it's coming. The crisp voice remembered, and out of the room ran out of a delicate girl, twelve or thirteen years old, with a very pleasing red face. She is none other than the niece of the old village chief, and the old village chief doesn't know who heard that the scholars are all served by girls, what is the name of red/sleeve fragrance, so he just stuffed his niece over.

"It turned out to be the aunt of the Zhang family, and Mr. He was still in the school and didn't come back. ”

"It's okay, I know. Girl, put this meat away for your husband, it has just been cut from the animal, it is fresh, I won't talk about it much, the family is still busy. ”

"Okay, auntie, slow down on the road!"

After the woman had gone, the girl carried the meat to the backyard and prepared to marinate it and dry it.

As soon as she walked into the backyard, she heard the crackling sound of chopping wood.

A black figure was chopping wood with an axe, a tall, sturdy young man of no more than thirty years of age.

Xu is girl's gaze was too obvious, and the young man straightened up and turned to look at her.

One of the young man's faces was thus exposed to the girl's eyes, and the girl shrank for a moment, quickly avoiding his eyes, and brushed him by with her flesh.

The face was more terrifying than ugly, a face full of scars that had been disfigured, strange in their words, some of them very small, some of them as if they had been scraped alive with a file.

The girl said in her heart: That is, Mr. is kind-hearted, such a terrible guy, probably only Mr. is willing to take him in. I heard that he hurt his brain, and the whole person was a little stupid, hey, this stupid man with a terrifying face and an unclear brain is pitiful enough.

After the girl left, the young man turned back.

He set up the wood, raised the axe, and slashed down, and in this way, the wood, which ordinary people had to split several times to split, was cut in half by him. Again and again, there was a crackling sound, and the pyre beside him had already accumulated half a man's height, and each piece of wood had fresh axe marks on it, and he didn't know how long he had been working here today.

It's just that there is not a drop of sweat on his forehead.