In the first year of Chongzhen, the Ming Dynasty border passed.
behind.
The sound of gold kept ringing.
Someone is fighting.
But Ding Xiu didn't care, and casually placed it on his injured lower abdomen. He looked at the dozens of ownerless horses not far away and the Jurchen corpse lying on the ground, and fell into memories.
The Qi family's army fought against the Japanese in the south and the captives in the north, but they were massacred by the corrupt officials of the Ming Dynasty at Shimen, leaving only a few bloodline wandering around the world.
Unfortunately, master Ding Baiying still could not escape his fate and died at the hands of Jin Yiwei. The same happened to his two junior brothers Ding Tai and Ding Chong. Only his younger brother Ding Xian was left to be chased and killed by Jin Yiwei together with him.
Not long ago, the junior brother who joined Jin Yiwei under the pseudonym Jin Yichuan also died...
He is really the only one in the world.
"Xilulu~"
There was movement again from the ownerless war horses, wandering around the corpses with money rat tails. They were Jurchens who came to meet Zhao Jingzhong on the orders of the Great Khan of the Jin Dynasty.
Now, they are all dead.
After all, killing Jiannu is not only a national hatred, but also a family hatred. In the Battle of Hunhe River, the Qi family army was outnumbered and was surrounded and killed by the Jurchens. Today, as the heir of the Qi family army, he naturally wants to avenge his ancestors.
"Let's go."
At this time, a man who exuded a strong smell of blood and was covered in dust staggered over. He was Shen Lian, the sworn brother of the younger junior brother.
Hearing this, Ding Xiu stood up holding the long-handled Miao knife and looked into the trees.
There was also a separated corpse lying there, dressed as a Central Plains man, with a newly shaved money rat tail, which could be seen from the green-skinned hair stubble next to the braid.
The wild goose wing knife was used to decapitate him, which was the weapon Shen Lian used to worship his elder brother. The younger brother's mandarin duck knife was inserted into his kidneys, as if he had completed some kind of worship ceremony.
"Zhao Jingzhong."
After murmuring a name, Ding Xiu turned around with the Miao knife and climbed onto the horse's back.
This person who seeks glory behind his back looks down on himself and feels that he is of low origin, and as he has the blood of the Qi family army, he doesn't even bother to look at the scum.
"If you hadn't killed Zhao Jingzhong, I would have killed you as well."
Shen Lian was speechless.
After a long silence, he asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
"Jiangnan."
Ding Xiu said a name casually. A lonely ghost like him would be the same no matter where he went.
…
A few days later.
On the outskirts of the capital, the two riders parted ways.
The Ming Dynasty had become so decadent that it was no longer worthy of anyone's allegiance. Ding Xiu, who regarded himself as a prodigal, had no intention of entering the officialdom, and was too lazy to fight for him, lest he become a wild ghost under his own sword.
It sucks and is hopeless.
The Qi family army is broken.
There is no way to save it.
He wanted to go to Jiangnan to visit his master Ding Baiying and his two junior brothers, and then bury the younger junior brother's ashes next to them, while also finding a good place for himself.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"
However, Ding Xiu, who was on horseback with a hundred taels of silver wrapped around his waist and a Miao knife in his hand, suddenly heard a sound.
But looking around, there was no one around, and he was not walking on the official road. The surroundings were extremely desolate.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"
There was another questioning voice, and the voice became more and more deafening. It seemed that if there was no response, it would only get louder and louder.
Do you want to understand what it means to be alive?
Only a fool would ask such a question. Ding Xiu was shocked and confused. Could it be that during the fighting at the border not long ago, the Jurchens had mixed some kind of poison into their weapons?
This is how you let yourself have this illusion!
Sure enough, as the third sound came out, Ding Xiu subconsciously reined in his horse and began to curse, saying that Jiannu was despicable and so on.
In addition, he really couldn't figure out why the poison was delayed until now, and it only caused him to hallucinate, and the scene was so weird.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really live!"
This time, I asked one more question.
Want to truly live?
"I won't be alive now!"
The moment he formally responded to this sentence, Ding Xiu felt as if he fell from his horse. Darkness enveloped him, and countless bizarre and incredible scenes appeared in front of his eyes.
The wind is miserable, the night is dark and the sky is dark, there are mountains of swords and swords, and countless bloody ghost kings are sitting on a strange mountain, and they are also watching me...
"Damn, what a hell!" Ding Xiu couldn't make a sound and could only curse in his heart.
Cold, dark.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a densely packed strange house, and he was lying on the ground, with a hard feeling coming from his back.
Immediately afterwards, Ding Xiu clearly saw small characters appearing on the bricks on the side.
Time: Early twenty-first century? ? ?
Perhaps sensing his doubts, he added another paragraph.
Three hundred and seventy-two years have passed since King Xin Zhu Youjian succeeded to the throne, three hundred and fifty-six years have passed since the Ming Dynasty fell, and eighty-eight years have passed since the Qing Dynasty founded by Hou Jin Dynasty.
Nearly four hundred years later?
Did Jiannu unify the Central Plains?
For a moment, Ding Xiu felt that he was crazy, or that Jin Ren was really shameless.
But some things are not subject to his will and still emerge.
Location: Hong Kong Island (Wanxiang)
Background: red thread glutinous rice, talisman copper coins, zombies and ghosts, Taoist talismans.
Everything that will eventually dissipate slowly reappears. Is it a reflection of the end of the Dharma era, or is it a sign of the return of the mysterious phantom in Hong Kong?
"That's bullshit!"
Ding Xiu held on to the Miao Dao that he would always hold tightly in his hand no matter what happened, slowly stood up from the ground, and looked around.
Hong Kong Island?
never heard of that.
Wanxiang, on the other hand... He had heard something about an island in the south that seemed to be doing business with the Yi people and selling various kinds of fragrant wood.
But at this moment, surrounded by buildings, he stood in the middle. Looking up, the sky was divided into countless pieces by countless long and messy lines.
This is four hundred years from now?
At some point, the truth was gradually accepted.
As soon as the thought came up, a piece of information poured into Ding Xiu's mind, and at the same time, small blood-colored words flashed across his eyes.
Personal information is as follows:
Name: Ding Xiu
Status: Minor abdominal injury (scabbed)
Specialization: Qi family swordsmanship, Miao swordsmanship
General: Introduction to Cold Weapons
Weapon: Meiying (Great Imperial Saber)
Characteristics: Five rampages (killing ghosts and subduing spirits, killing demons and warding off evil spirits)
At the same time, some special memories came to mind, about some details of life on Hong Kong Island four hundred years later, such as:
The currency is called Hong Kong Dollar.
This place is called an estate, a famous gathering place for poor people, and I need to live in it, kill ghosts and zombies, and further awaken my own characteristics, which is:
Five rampant.
An evil god who does all kinds of bad things in the world, killing, robbing, setting fires, and molesting good women. The people respect and fear him, and worship him with incense.
In addition, he is also a hero among ghosts. Legend has it that after Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang made all his ministers famous, he forgot about the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country. When the ghosts of those who died in battle begged him for merit, he divided the east, south, west, north, and middle roads. The ghosts, summarized as five rampages, ordered the people to offer sacrifices from time to time...
While he was thinking, an old man with white hair and a round face in formal clothes appeared. He looked up and down at Ding Xiu, who was dressed in ancient clothes and covered in dust. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were no longer alert, and he asked:
"I am the manager of a public housing estate. You look very unfamiliar. Are you here to rent a house, or are you looking for someone else?"
"I just sent one to you. His name is Qian Xiaohao. He is a fellow actor with you."
Chapter 2: Walking in the Heavens: Starting from Security
"This public housing is very big, with dozens of floors. It's easy for strangers to get lost when they come here for the first time. Come with me."
The fat old man walked in front to lead the way. He didn't care about Ding Xiu's appearance and said with a smile: "The props you are carrying are quite real. I know that young people like this now, and so does my grandson. What is it called Feimura Kenshin? Japanese Ronin.”
"..." Ding Xiu.
This name sounds like a Japanese.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the ban on visiting Japanese was very strict, and the common people in the alleys would even accuse the Japanese of cursing each other. In other words, the most cruel curse words used by the people in the Ming Dynasty were:
You are a Japanese pirate, your whole family is a Japanese pirate...
Especially for the descendants of Qi Jiadao, it is really difficult to accept being compared with Japanese pirates.
However, after receiving some relevant information, something like this strange power and chaos happened to him again. To be honest, Ding Xiu didn't want to cause trouble.
What's more, this old man did it unintentionally. He can distinguish between real insults and jokes.
[You have received a letter of appointment from Fangfangxia to serve as the estate administrator (town guard)]
As far as his eyes could see, small blood-colored words appeared on a gray wall, and Ding Xiu was keenly aware that there was something in his arms.
administrator?
This was difficult to understand for the time being. Even though he had a relevant memory, the three words "guardian" as a supplement made him instantly understand that he was an official, but his rank was not yet at the bottom.
Elevator entrance.
A man in his forties wearing a gray vest saw Ding Xiu with surprise in his eyes. He was obviously frightened by his appearance. He immediately looked at the fat old man leading the way and greeted him actively:
"Uncle Yan, morning."
"Who is this……"
The fat old man, who was called Uncle Yan, responded in a familiar manner without being noticed. He patted Ding Xiu on the shoulder and said in surprise: "What a good boy, you can't even tell by wearing loose clothes. He's quite muscular!"
"This is a friend of the fighting actor Qian Xiaohao. He is probably a martial arts practitioner."
Immediately introduced again.
Actor?
Isn't he just an actor?
In addition, Ding Xiu didn't know the man named Qian Xiaohao at all. Following the prompt, he reached into his arms and took out an official document with a red seal.
"The old man misunderstood. I am the administrator sent by the Housing Department."
Talk to people when you meet them.
Ding Xiu has a strong ability to adapt. Otherwise, how could he be with Bibala, Zhao Jing, Zhongxu and Wei Snake? Although he still doesn't understand the situation, he must settle down as soon as possible when he arrives in a strange place.
"Oh, so you are the new administrator. Great, old man, I can finally take a break." The fat old man, Uncle Yan, smiled broadly, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly bloomed like chrysanthemums.
The last guardian envoy?
Looks like this...
To be honest, for a moment, Ding Xiu vaguely understood and felt that he might have been cheated.
"Don't worry, you won't be tired. I just walk around a dozen floors from time to time during the day and night to prevent thieves and outsiders from running in, and help everyone repair the door..."
"Oh, by the way, do you want this security uniform? Old man, I'm a bit fat, so why don't you buy another one yourself? Actually, it doesn't matter whether you change it or not. There are only a dozen households here, so there aren't that many rules."
While listening to Uncle Yan's words, Ding Xiu looked around and saw an iron door open, and followed the old man's guidance and stepped in.
The middle-aged man I met just now waved outside and said with a smile: "My water pipe seems to be broken, I may cause trouble to you two."
"Okay, I'll be at the door in a moment." Uncle Yan agreed with a smile.
Not even as fast as a catcher.
Working as a laborer for more than a dozen families? !
The above is Ding Xiu's understanding of his new identity.
"Young man, stay with me for two days and get to know the neighbors here..."
Uncle Yan, who had already entered the state, subconsciously stretched his hand to Ding Xiu's chest, wanting to help him get the package.
Sheath the Miao knife horizontally.
"Thank you for your kindness. I'll do it myself."
The package contained the urn of his junior brother Ding Xian and some soft goods. Ding Xiu did not want others to touch it.
Uncle Yan: "..."
In fact, there is nothing unpleasant about this good old man at his age. He just feels that it is difficult to get along with young people nowadays. In order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative and said:
"Have you eaten? I'm treating you. Let's go to Ayou's place to get ready."
Although he was suspected of taking advantage, Ding Xiu didn't care because he was indeed hungry.
Just like that, the two walked out of the elevator again and walked toward the back of the building.
Various small shops come into view.
Although it was a mess, it did exude a strong aroma of fireworks.
In the kitchen at the end of the day, a fat middle-aged man was frying glutinous rice, but he didn't control the strength of the spoon when he was shaking it. He shook off the spoon and burned his wrist red.
"You're clumsy! I'll deduct ten dollars from you. Get out of the way and let me do it!"
On the chair next to him, a little old man wearing a wide yellow robe and round glasses pushed the cook away and started frying glutinous rice impatiently.
Add lard, fry the glutinous rice, stir the pot with a spoon, and spray a sip of white wine. It looks very skillful.
However, the former middle-aged and fat cook always stood there in a daze, not daring to move. When the little old man who had fried the rice saw this, he said angrily:
"Go and get some cold water. Do you still want me to teach you? Why are you standing here pretending to be a zombie, a street boy?"
Zombies.
Ding Xiu, who was just looking at it curiously, suddenly became energetic. When Uncle Yan beside him saw this, he stopped watching the show and said in a loud voice: "Ayou, let's have two portions of fried rice. A new administrator is here today to give you some fried rice." Two dishes and a bottle of white wine, let’s drink together.”
"You want stir-fried vegetables at noon? Did you make a mistake? Forget it, for your sake, okay."
Ayou pushed up the frames of his glasses.
Then, his eyes were fixed on Ding Xiu, with a strong sense of scrutiny.
This kid has killed people before, and his evil aura is stronger than the statues enshrined in Wuyang Temple.
Living Yama!
An idea flashed through my mind.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and cook. The young man looks hungry at first sight. He has been staring at your fried rice stall since he came here."
Uncle Yan laughed and scolded: "Since I started frying glutinous rice, my temper has become more and more bad. He is also a Taoist priest. Next door, Ah Jiu has built a family temple in his own house. Many people come here because of it, and the incense money keeps flowing... …”
"A Taoist priest can do calculations. How could he be in such a miserable state? Master, please tell me."
A man can bend and stretch, and Ding Xiu, not only with a flattering face, but also with a low profile, took the initiative to pull a stool from under the table for Uncle Yan.
Hearing this, Uncle Yan glanced at the stall more than 20 meters away. Seeing Ayou busy preparing dishes, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't spread rumors. Let's put it this way, his family is all Taoist priests, and they come from the same origin. Someone with real ability.
When he was a child, Ayou's father was very busy and often went out to run business, so he left him at a neighbor's house. Unfortunately, he never came back after going out once... I heard that he was harmed by a powerful ghost, so this kid could only educate himself. . "
