On August 15, the bright moon hangs high. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A low hill lay lonely under the moon, and the scattered vegetation dotted it like a lonely grave, and the cold moonlight of the fifteenth year sprinkled a thin frost on it, making the lonely night even more bleak.

Yeling, is the name of this barren mountain with the highest point of less than 100 meters, I don't know who first discovered it, and I don't remember who started to call it that, in this hard-to-see suburb, its name has long been forgotten.

A dilapidated Taoist temple stands quietly on the mountainside of the wild ridge, the dilapidated outer wall is silent, only half of the vermilion gate has long been shed, barely hidden in the night wind, the outline of the eaves is only a corner, the mottled scratches everywhere are low \ gasping on its body, countless days and nights of wind and rain have crushed it, and this deserted wild ridge, this broken Taoist temple with only a shell seems to have long been dead.

Outside the remnant wall of the empty mountain, the bright moon is hollowed out and frosted.

Unlike the countless lonely and cold nights that came and went, the dim light of the fire floated faintly in the ruined Taoist temple, and the hoarse singing came from the dead body, slowly echoing in the deserted mountains and the dead night, bringing a touch of life to the desolate silence.

“…… The quiet rain is the string, listening to the clouds and water remembering Changguang...... Looking back at the vicissitudes of the day, looking at the underworld and the sky...... Ahem......" The corners of Lin Qing's mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, the lobes of the lungs in his chest operated like overwhelmed bellows, and the heavy gasping interrupted the hoarse singing, and this dead space became even more depressing.

The white paper money almost filled the front yard of the Taoist temple, and under the high platform where the tablet of the god was placed, a basin of dark paper was quietly burning, and the firelight illuminated the side face of Lin Qing, who was sitting on the side, and at the same time, the front courtyard of the Taoist temple was also stuffed.

Three hideous-looking, blood-stained human heads were placed in Lin Qing's hand, the blood stains on the ground had gradually dried up dark red, there were several scattered wine bottles on the side of the skull, alcohol and blood \ smell mixed into a disgusting pungent smell diffused in the air, Lin Qing closed the blood in his mouth, and poured a sip of liquor into his stomach.

"Bell!" Ignoring the wine bottle that was thrown away and smashed to the side's head, Lin Qing pulled the lobes of the load and pulled away the hoarse vocal cords, "Old man, master...... I have brought you their heads to meet you. ”

His chest rose and fell, and the messy scars were all over Lin Qing's body, the most conspicuous was the huge blood mark on his chest that was slashed from his waist to his left shoulder.

"I'll just say, when I come back, you will be able to enjoy the blessings," a trace of crystal sparkle accumulated in the corner of Lin Qing's eyes, and a large amount of blood loss made him in a trance, "But...... That's not that big of a deal...... Ahem...... Difference, I'm going down to accompany you too, old man. ”

The night is getting heavier and heavier, only the bright moon hanging high is still clear, and a strange night wind blows in the broken Taoist temple, rolling up and falling the paper money all over the ground.

"It's a pity that this should be a metaphysical view...... It's going to be cut off when I'm done," Lin Qing let out a white breath, this August summer night, the temperature was frighteningly low.

"I have followed Ying Xuanguan for three hundred years...... I don't know if you're tired," Lin Qing looked at the empty hall, the dark paper, the firelight, the night, and there was nothing else, and the dead hall shook out a ghost in his eyes, coinciding with the fragments in the depths of his memory, "cough, cough, cough...... When I'm dead, you'll be ...... Ahem...... Find a place where no one is around, and you can still spend a hundred years...... Time. ”

The empty hall shook violently, Lin Qing's consciousness became more and more blurred, his body and body were so cold that he didn't look like a living person, and an empty murmur sounded in his ears, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and Lin Qing casually knocked over the brazier on the left hand side.

"Suddenly" the flame touched the paper money contaminated with alcohol, leaned over happily, and soon spread to the entire hall, and the wine on Lin Qing's body was also ignited, but he himself seemed to be unaware.

"If you are tired...... Just ...... with me Let's go together," Lin Qing swallowed the blood in his throat, his voice gradually weakened, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, "The green lantern often leads passers-by, it is difficult to find the way forward when you return to Xi, the barren should be Xuanzhu, Haoran is not on the right path, the quiet rain is the string, listen to the clouds and water and remember Changguang...... Looking back at the vicissitudes of the day, looking at the underworld and the sky......"

The dilapidated Taoist temple was wrapped in flames, and the dead body seemed to be alive again in this brief moment, and the red light stained half of the wild ridge, waking up this barren mountain from its slumber, Ying Xuanguan ushered in a bright light that had never been seen in three hundred years, and greeted his partner who had relied on it for three hundred years with a smile, and Yeling watched all this quietly, without saying a word, only the singing in the Taoist temple still did not stop.

Barren mountains and mountains, slightly drunk night singers.

Lin Qing in the flames quietly watched everything that was burning, and the red color spread far away in his eyes, like an invincible army, until the dazzling red faded away, and the gray replaced the vivid red light, as if the burning and burning were all lost their color, and the whole world faded its color.

Welcome to the center of a pluralistic world, infinite space. Young Samsara, your life has stopped at one moment and unfolded in the next, and now, your life belongs to infinite space. 】

Here, you will meet unprecedented challenges, death and fear will follow you all the time, do not relax, your life is only this time left. 】

[Of course, the rewards come with challenges, and here, you can get everything, power, status, power, at your fingertips.] 】

[The world of newbies has unfolded, young reincarnation, good luck. 】

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History \ history does not stop walking, the dynasty is not eternal, once dominated by most of East Asia of the Ming Dynasty can not escape the trajectory of history, the iron cavalry in the north gave it the most fatal blow, and now, the Ming can only survive under the iron hooves of the Jurchen people.

The change of dynasty must be a time of war, and for the hundreds of surnames in the Central Plains, the darkest and darkest period has come.

Only by experiencing war can you understand the preciousness of life, which is very important for you, the young reincarnation, now, are you ready to go through that heavy history?

[The novice world "Yangzhou Ten Days" unfolds, the difficulty is two stars, evaluation: low martial arts/low magic]

“…… Where is it?" Lin Qing turned over and stood up from the ground, looking at everything around him incredulously.

The clothes on his body have been replaced with hemp clothes, just like the clothes of ancient civilians, under his feet is a paved bluestone road, and the pedestrians who are in a hurry on the road are dressed like him, but he didn't notice Lin Qing standing on the side, such a scene makes Lin Qing have a feeling of returning to the past.

The most important thing is that all the injuries on Lin Qing's body have healed, whether it is the dense gunshot wound or the scar on his chest that almost cut Lin Qing open, there is no trace, not even a scar remains, and now Lin Qing's physical condition is better than ever.

"Did you really come to Yangzhou at the end of the Ming Dynasty?" Lin Qing's face was cloudy, he had already heard of the tragedy of Yangzhou for ten days, this bloody and dark history was written in the blood and bones of the Central Plains, and it was so heavy that he didn't want people to recall.

At this time, he found something on his left wrist that did not belong to him, a silver watch was buckled on his wrist, and the clasp of the watch was engraved with thirteen stars, but only one star was lit.

"...... this?" As soon as Lin Qing's gaze touched his watch, a mechanical synthesis sound sounded in his heart:

[Novice Quest Open: Main Quest: Survive in Yangzhou Chengnei for two days, and leave Yangzhou City during the period, you will be wiped out, and 1000 survival points will be rewarded for completion]

[Side quests: (1) Kill 50 Qing soldiers and complete them to reward 1000 survival points

(2) Kill a Qing army general, complete the reward of 1500 survival points, and a three-star prop card]

[The newbie package has been distributed, please check, the task is opened, and the protective barrier is closed]

As soon as the words in his heart fell, Lin Qing found that there was an extra countdown in the lower right corner of his field of vision: 47:59:58, no matter whether he opened and closed his eyes, or changed his vision, there was no way to get rid of the timer.

Looking at the constantly changing time in his field of vision, Lin Qing had already believed that this method had exceeded his understanding too much and had too much information.

"Is this luck or misfortune?" Lin Qing smiled bitterly, she was already mentally prepared to accompany the old man, but now the trip is going to be postponed.

"Ahh An exclamation interrupted Lin Qing's thinking, and the noisy cries for help that followed made his heart tighten, and when he looked up, the scene in front of him made Lin Qing clench his fists.

Smoke rose from the houses in the distance, flames danced under the smoke, and closer to him, a group of panicked crowds ran towards Lin Qing, chasing three flagmen in red clothes with big knives in the rear, laughing, chasing behind the crowd as if they were playing, not a person behind the crowd with a knife, his face was full of blood but he didn't realize it, only the excitement of playing.

"Livestock!" Lin Qing scolded angrily, and in the face of the fleeing crowd, he blended in, and slowly approached the three bannermen who looked like crazy demons.

When people are excited, the sense of danger will always be dull for a minute or two, completely immersed in the madness of slashing, the three bannermen did not have the slightest alertness to Lin Qing in the panicked crowd, and one bannerman saw Lin Qing instead of thinking that he was a panicked surname, shouting and raising a big knife to cut at Lin Qing, but he didn't see a mocking smile on the corner of Lin Qing's mouth with his head down.

The attack was as fast as the wind, and the victory and defeat were divided quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Qing stepped on the right leg of a praying mantis arrow step between the two legs of the bannerman, and the edge of the foot landed on the bear with a grinding step, and a top elbow was simply imprinted on the chest of the bannerman, only to hear the sound of the sternum shattering, the banner's eyes were round, and he swallowed his breath before he could scream.

When a life was in hand, Lin Qing grabbed the corpse and did not let it retreat, turned around, shrank and hid in the arms of the corpse, and leaned towards another flag man with the corpse.

"Run, brute! Run! The flag man laughed and talked nonsense, and he didn't realize that Lin Qing was getting closer, and waved his knife to cut the surname of the crying father and mother in front of him.

Seeing that another hundred \ surnames were about to be cut, Lin Qing threw the corpse, smashed the big knife in the hand of the flag ding, and took a big stride forward, bullying the front of the flag ding, and the right fist flipped out from under the ribs, and the mouth was like a thunderbolt "hum", the bow and arrow were urgent, like a strong bow and angry shot, and a punch hit the chest of the flag ding, which was the "support hammer" in the eight styles of Bajiquan King Kong!

The flag man in the middle of the fist snorted, spat blood from his mouth and flew out, smashing under the street wall, motionless.

The remaining flagman saw that Lin Qing had no inch or iron, but he was not afraid, and shouted with red eyes and slashed with a knife, wanting to chop Lin Qing under the knife.

Lin Qing took a step back, turned his body sideways, dodged the big knife, the bear squatted and leaned on, swung his waist and twisted his hips, heels, legs bent, waist crossing, shoulders and backs twisted as one, the force rose from the ground, like an old bear in the mountains leaning against a tree, fit a hit, and leaned on the chest of the flag who was sent to the door, only to hear the "click", the flag Ding's chest was flat and sagging, and a trace of blood line fell next to the previous flag in mid-air, life and death are unknown.

Shaking his arms and hitting the sky, stomping his feet and shaking Kyushu, this is exactly the killing move in Baji Boxing, "sticking to the mountain"!

From Lin Qing's brazen shot to the death of the three flagmen, it was only a dozen breaths, and the fight needed to be bold, ruthless and poisonous prevailed, Lin Qing's three-handed killing move vividly embodied this boxing proverb.

The panicked Bai surnamed took a while to react, and an old man suddenly knelt down towards Lin Qing and cried: "Thank you for the hero's life-saving grace, the little old man is unforgettable!"