e, and its edges become smoothed.Once upon a time, there was a fortune teller who calculated his fate and said that he was born with an ominous yin-sha body. His bones were full of yin and evil energy...Heavy snow swirled, and a cold mist hung in the air like ice.
The Great Sui Dynasty, Qingzhou Prefecture, Tianye Mansion... Alas!
A golden-winged, black-eyed eagle soared over the land, circling downwards.
It glided through the heavy towers, slowly landing upon a crimson tower. As it groomed its feathers, it gazed down at the city below with obsidian eyes.
On the mottled city walls, smoke and clouds swirl. By the ancient bronze furnace, voices boom.
Poorly dressed people eagerly looked ahead, as if waiting for something.
Thunk—
The bronze bell rang.
A Taoist in a green robe and white cap slowly walked toward the crowd, one hand holding his dust whisk and the other carrying a copper basin, chanting sutras for the deceased.
Every hundred steps taken, copper coins will be scattered.
Those fated to meet will be bestowed upon by the Daoist with fortune porridge and a white sash.
This is the Water and Land Dharma Assembly of the Wu Sheng Sect, an annual grand event of Tianye Mansion.
It is also the only chance for the poor to eat a full meal.
At midday.
Chen Xiuan put away his brush and ink, leaning on his cane, carrying a solid wooden lunch box in one hand, and walked step by step towards the city center.
The warm sunlight fell on my body, and the feeling of icy coldness lessened slightly.
Along the way, he could faintly hear the sound of sobbing, and many houses had white cloth hung up.
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"Another death."
Chen Xiu's gaze was still as indifferent as ever.
In times of chaos, people devour each other. Where corpses lay, vultures will surely circle.
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In today's world, where survival itself is a struggle, who has the time or energy to pity others
The coarse hemp shoes trod over the muddy path, at the end of the narrow alleyway, they came to a slow halt.
This is his home.
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He was an adopted child, with an older sister named Chen Yue and a brother who worked as a government official outside the home.
Gray brick black walls, mottled and ancient.
Chen Xiu gently moved the stool blocking the doorway aside and stepped into the dimly lit room.
"Sister, I'm back."
Chen Xiu spoke softly, with a slight effort he pulled over the only bamboo chair in the house and sat down lightly, his breath slightly labored.
"Xiaoxiu, you came back so early today"
The tattered cloth curtain on the wall was lifted, and a faint light shone through the windowpane, illuminating her face, which was quite pretty.
Although her skin was rough and her complexion wasn't perfect, her figure was curvy and alluring.
"Not much happened today, so I came back early." Chen Xiu took out two thick porcelain bowls from the worn-out lunchbox.
In a porcelain bowl, was a thick rice porridge, dotted with a multitude of dried fruits.
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"So much longevity porridge"
A look of surprise flashed across the girl's face, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.
“Because there are more guests this time, I cooked a little extra. Sister, I still need to help Old Mrs. Yang copy scriptures, so I'll go busy now.”
Chen Xiu gripped the slightly curved cane and pushed open his bedroom door.
Because his house was very small, there was only a set of old furniture and a wooden bed in his room.
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A two-story house with three bedrooms and a living room, this is already considered above average in the neighborhood.
Chen Xiu lay on the windowsill, gazing at the sky, his expression vacant.
He arrived here five years ago, picked up by the Chen siblings and became a member of their family.
From a soon-to-be graduating student to someone who is now living day by day, frail and sickly, there was initially anger and astonishment.
Everything wears down with time, and its edges become smoothed.
Once upon a time, there was a fortune teller who calculated his fate and said that he was born with an ominous yin-sha body. His bones were full of yin and evil energy.
If it were a daughter, there would still be some way out.
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It's a pity, he was born male, at most he could live to seventeen.
The remaining years of my life are few.
This year's July 15th, just see if he can hold on!
He also thought about using the wisdom of modern people to make a living and change his circumstances!
But no matter what means are used, in this city, one point cannot be avoided.
That's a gang!
Whether it's opening a shop or running a small business, you have to pay protection money to the gangs. Without connections or backing, if your business does well even a little bit, they'll target you right away.
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Fortunately, the Chinese characters in this world have a rather calligraphic style.
In this era of low literacy rates, he was able to make a living by copying books and writing articles, even earning a measure of respect!
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Even so, Chen Xi's heart still held onto hope.
It was a tattered scroll, etched upon his left arm.
It's a pity that it cannot be started yet.
From his scant memories, this half scroll of diagrams was called the Martial God Scripture.
The effect is very simple.
Within the Martial God Scripture, are inscribed all the memories of Chen Xiu regarding martial arts masters. Upon activation, it can randomly grant a martial arts collection or a legendary artifact.
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Either/or!
The premise is that you have enough energy.
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Learning martial arts can strengthen your body and invigorate your blood circulation.
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Then, he might be able to remove the evil qi from his body and survive!
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"Erlang, Erlang are you home"
At that moment, a rough voice sounded from outside the door.
Chen Xi leaned on his cane, carefully descending the stairs, every step so cautious.
In the living room, a burly man in black sat heavily on a chair.
Chen Yue stood beside him, gratefully telling him something.
“Erlang is doing well at home, has your health improved recently”
Dah Han smiled warmly at Chen Xiu, looking very amicable.
“Brother Xu, thanks to you, it’s not bad.”
Chen Xi let out a faint smile.
Xu was a close friend of Chen Xiu, the elder brother. Now he is the head guard of the Yang family.
He burst out laughing. "I knew you had some sense, unlike those stuffy old scholars who only know how to read and write. Well, look at this, I've gotten you a good job."
Saying that, he patted his chest proudly: "Young Master Yang is preparing to take the imperial examination and needs a reading companion. I thought, you're knowledgeable and well-behaved, so I recommended you. Guess what The old lady praised your calligraphy for being good, and she thinks you're handsome and a good boy. She chose you!!"
“Your good days are coming! You, the companion reader at Yang’s residence. That one month's worth of silver is something you couldn't even earn by copying three months' worth of scriptures.”
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Now dressed, Chen Xiu walked with a limp, leaning on his cane.
Carefully making their way through the narrow alleys and squares, they finally stopped.
The inner city, we've arrived.
A low but newly built wall divided the inner and outer city.
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Compared to the outer city, the inner city is slightly cleaner and has better sanitation facilities.
The moment Chen Xiu approached the Yang residence, he was stunned by the scene before him.
Fresh blood stained the ground, and dozens of corpses lay scattered amidst the ruins.
From old to young, from male to female.
They were all from the Yang family!
The Yang family, they were actually exterminated!!
Chen Xiu saw Xu Ge's... head.
A disheveled head, blood dripping from it.
The ball rolled to the side of the road.
A pair of bulging eyes stared straight at him, the torn corners of his mouth seemed to be saying something.
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"You, are Chen Xi"
A cold voice sounded, and a toweringly tall, muscular man slowly walked beside him, his expression indifferent: "I heard that at noon, Xu, it seems, got you a job at the Yang family."
Chen Xiu woke from his shock, bowing slightly: "Reporting to my lord, yes."
He held back his discomfort and spoke with some difficulty: "Brother Xu is a good person, he's like half a brother to me. To meet such misfortune, one can only say that heaven is blind, and good people don't live long..."
"You are very honest, you didn't lie to me."
A burly man patted Chen Xiu's shoulder and handed a bloody, pitch-black broken sword to his side: “If you’re feeling charitable, make him a proper burial. This is all he had left. Since you two were acquainted, why don’t you take it”
The moment Chen Xu received the broken sword, his whole body trembled.
"Something's not right. The body has been taken to the Peace Gate Pagoda. Please, have the coroner thoroughly examine it."
As he was leaving, the strong man glanced at Chen Xiu and said calmly, "You don't need to worry too much about what happened here. It won't affect you."
Chen Xiu, however, didn't pay attention to his attitude and seemed lost in thought.
Holding the jet-black broken sword in his right hand, it trembled violently, as if all the blood in his body was boiling at that instant!
Hot!!
Ouch!
Ouch!!
That tattered scroll seemed to threaten to consume him entirely!t groomed its feathers, it gazed down at the city below with obsidian eyes.On the mottled city walls, smoke and clouds swirl. By the ancient bronze furnace, voices boom.Poorly dressed people eagerly l...