Wo Niu Village

The night was quiet, and the moonlight shone through the trees and scattered on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing on the lookout, surrounded by hedges, thorn trees, and mud walls, which formed the village's most basic protection, Zhang Dashan was dressed in a thin coat with a short bow behind his back.

Although it was early spring, it was cold to the bone, and at this time Zhang Dashan looked at the sky: "Look at this situation, there will be no rain tomorrow, what should I do with this crop?"

"And a few days ago, the Black Wind Thieves also asked the village to pay for food. Thinking of this, Zhang Dashan's face showed a trace of anxiety.

There is no rain in spring, the crops are dying, and the black wind thieves have to extort money, how can this be done?

Zhang Dashan was anxious, suddenly stunned, took off the short bow, leaned his ears to listen, and his eyes showed a vigilant light.

In the middle of the moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from a distance.

Zhang Dashan looked carefully, gasped, his heart pounded, and without thinking, he hit the broken bell hanging on the lookout.

"Oh no, no! The bandits of the Black Wind Ridge are approaching the village!"

The bell rang suddenly, breaking the silence of the village, and a bowl of water was suddenly poured into the oil pot, and it boiled, and only the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, and the lights came on, and the village was alarmed.

The news of the arrival of the bandits spread to every corner of the village, and the old, weak, women and children in the village panicked. These bandits, who had only been given food to our village a few months ago, came again today, and several women scolded in a low voice while running away from each other.

"Hide the money, hide the woman. ”

Women and children nervously packed up their homes and told their children to hide quickly, while young men gathered towards the entrance of the village with firewood knives.

In addition to the ordinary villagers, a few people were led by the village chief to the entrance of the village, all of them were strong, and they were holding long knives and hunting bows instead of firewood knives.

"Village chief, there!" Zhang Dashan pointed, only to see a few people looking, and several bandits outside the wall approached unhurriedly, with laughter and chatting, towards the village.

Getting closer and closer, it was the bandits on the Black Wind Ridge who were illuminated under the torches, and these bandits liked to wear black clothes, and embroidered a wolf on their clothes, so they could recognize people so quickly.

A middle-aged thief is in the middle, and the two thieves around him seem to be faintly headed by him, his face is thin, dressed in black, even if he laughs at this time, under the firelight, a pair of eyes are cold with a cold light, like a knife, as if he is going to cut a large piece of meat on whom.

"Hahaha, third brother, we have been in the mountains for a long time, we haven't been to this Woniu Village a few times a year, and when I look at it today, this Woniu Village looks very rich!"

It was a big man who spoke, and he looked at the villagers who woke up and climbed the mud wall with a cold gaze: "You can build a lookout and a mud wall, it seems that they should pay a little more grain every year, and the ones that were supplied last year are far from enough!"

With just three people, the entire village was forced to face a great enemy.

"Who else hasn't arrived?" the village chief frowned and looked around, in this case, it was one thing to fight or not, and it was another thing for all the men to go out into battle.

"It's all here, except for the widow of the Pei family, who is a child and a scholar, and is still sick. ”

At this moment, under the mud wall, the middle-aged thief ran out fearlessly and laughed at the villagers: "You thief village, do you dare to shoot arrows at grandpa?"

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A commotion sounded in the darkness, and gradually became clearer, people rushed to the pigs, and some people exclaimed: "The thief is coming, the thief is coming"

"The people of the village listen, hand over this year's money and grain, and hand over the beauties of the village"

"Where is the money after I just paid the tax, please ...... uncle"

"Don't be verbose, either pay the money and pay the people, or shoot us to death, see if my Black Wind Thief will step on you and kill a chicken and dog!"

What was that?

The young man opened his eyes, the sky was faint, there was a hanging beam on the top, old-fashioned clay tiles, and he quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, there were some cracks in the adobe walls, and some grass was filled to prevent wind leakage, and cold wind poured in, the windows were papery, and now there was such a poor mountain village, where was he?

As soon as I thought of this, my forehead felt indescribably sore, and my brain was hollowed out, and it was blank for a while...... Ten thousand times more painful than a hangover, deep into the soul, the whole world was torn and fused like dough, cold sweat was constantly breaking out on his forehead, panting heavily, and he only listened to the information coming from outside one after another.

"You can't fight, you can't fight, there are hundreds of Black Wind Thieves, just hand her over, Village Chief, she's just an orphan girl!"

"Hey, hey, the old man has no face to see her father and mother......"

The noise and chaos continued, a feeling stimulated the survival instinct of the teenager, turned over and got out of bed, the movement was not smooth, the long-term illness in bed remastered his body, found that the shoes were cloth shoes, mille-feuille bottom, very small, he was wearing thin gray old clothes, the material felt rough, cotton and linen, and the pinholes were handmade......

How to describe it?

Hanfu is a combination of a strange variant of the minority style, said to be a costume, and the pulp is very clean, and the sense of weirdness lingers.

Thinking like this, there was a tingling in the center of the eyebrows, and the locked things were about to come out, and there was still a lot of noise outside.

"Miss Su, open the door!

"Su San, if you don't open this door today, you have to open it, the kid Pei Ziyun next door can't protect you because he is sick......"

The hustle and bustle of the voice gradually came to the next door, chaotic and noisy, gossiping, and the words were also spoken with the flavor of the southwestern dialect, but the young man could understand it instinctively, a figure shook through the crack in the door, and the scale of the footsteps sounded like about twenty or thirty people, and it was a mess, and he frowned and muttered: "...... Filming?"

I didn't understand the situation, I heard a knock on the door outside, the young man went over to open the door, his body felt a little recovered, the signal came from the muscles of his limbs, and there was a long-lost vitality in his gestures, and strangely his vision was clear...... I took off my gray glasses and saw the world of rain.

At this time, I remembered something, and the boy looked down at the shoes under his feet...... The feet in the shoes are white and tender, and they are not their own feet, but women's feet.

"I'll ......"

Subconsciously touched his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, his face became strange, and he raised his hand to look at it in front of him, this is the body of a young man, stronger, he has done farm work, he has a calloused in his mouth, or he has also held a knife...... After being stunned for a few seconds, his eyes swept over the firewood, and a firewood knife was inserted into the firewood, and the blade was bright.

Smack-

Pushing open the door, I faintly saw the distant mountain, this is a small village, built against a hillside, full of running villagers, the villagers are clustered next door to knock on the door, trying to persuade a woman to come out, she did not come out.

The aunt and aunt persuaded him: "Ye Su'er, when you go to Heifengling, you can eat and drink spicy food, don't be afraid"

"Why is there no sound?"

"Don't talk nonsense with her, the surname Ye doesn't know how to lift, outsiders, and there is no one else at home, so just bang on the door and tie her out!"

"Yo, she's still holding scissors in there!"

"Shhh, don't be surprised next door by whispering, that kid has a little personal relationship with Ye Su'er, he can do anything with a hot brain, he is a child, a scholar!"

"Crossed?" a small insect fell between the bamboo leaves, crawling over the cheeks of the young man in the humanoid sculpture, not treating him as a living person, his brain buzzing.

And at this time, it seemed that the conversation in the crowd stimulated the girl next door, she cried, her voice was very soft, but the voice was familiar, through the crowd and the bamboo forest, it fell on the young man's ears as clearly: "Brother Yun......"

This voice becomes the key to unlock the treasure of the original owner's memory.

"Boom!"

"I make a wish - to protect the people I love, to take revenge on all my enemies, and to give this troubled world of immortal cultivation a peaceful ......" someone said faintly: "The namesake who inherited everything from me, the system in your mind, is very interesting, if you want to get my plum blossoms, complete my task!"

"Hum—"

There was a tingling pain in the center of the eyebrows, the body stiffened, the breathing stopped, the moonlight hung down the faint bamboo leaves, shining on the young man's full forehead, and in the eyebrows, a transparent plum blossom phantom suddenly appeared, one of which loomed, ready to come out.

"No!" Memories were so familiar and unfamiliar, and countless memories swarmed in until a bloody light.

With a shake of his body, the young man subconsciously touched his neck and sank into the memory again.

It's a long dream, a man's life.

is the same as himself, called Pei Ziyun.

This is a world with Taoism, the original owner was born with spiritual treasures, but because of ignorance, weakness, hypocrisy and five years, he finally entered the Daomen, but was betrayed by his beloved elder brother...... Countless memories keep coming back.

"The innate spirit treasure was robbed of the golden finger, and there are still some spiritual roots left? Wishing to be reborn? So I came to the original owner more than ten years ago in response to the wish?"

"Turn back in time!"

My body was very sore, my head hurt, and it hurt like it was going to crack...... Countless memories are constantly reorganized, forming souls, and emotions are joining, there is love, hate, despair, and expectation.

In front of him is Ye Su'er.

"Now I've been stimulated by Ye Su'er to wake up?"

Ye Suer's childhood sweetheart...... After being separated for many years, seeing each other again in a sect with strict rules, and unable to forget each other, the young man was a little frightened and trembling to accept such an emotion...... Her past and future, her body and soul

The memory continued to advance, and finally froze in the moment of death, the old enemy was present, the plum blossom was connected to the root, blooming in front of his eyes, the thunder exploded, and everything turned into a void, he ...... No, the original owner made a wish.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a small white plum appeared in front of him, and quickly enlarged, turning into a translucent data frame, floating in the field of vision with a faint sense of light, and the data appeared in front of him.

Name: Ziyun Pei

Permissions: None (parasitic)

Race of Life: Human

Occupation: Tongsheng

The boy looked at the skill, vague, but staring, it gradually became clearer and clearer, two gray-white symbols, what looked like a book and a sword

The moment the symbol appeared, a line of words naturally appeared in my heart.

"The Four Books and the Five Classics: Introduction (Fragmented)"

"Matsukaze Kenjutsu: Introductory (Disabled)"

Then, a line of red letters appeared on the data frame: "Mission: Save Ye Su'er." ”

The transparent phantom plum blossom was motionless between the young man's eyebrows, and in an instant, the moonlight between the bamboo leaves moved away, and the plum blossom disappeared, as if it had never existed.