Chapter 1 Blessings of Ancestors
It is midsummer, there is no cloud in the sky, the lush mountains and forests are slightly burnt, and the towering city walls are frighteningly hot under the fierce sunshine.
Withered yellow leaves swirled across a street in Ding'an County, and were trampled under the feet of hurried pedestrians.
This long street is much more desolate than before. The waiter at the door of the inn yawned and looked confusedly at the sparsely populated streets; the man with his family looked around, looking panicked; The old man driving a wheelbarrow begged for a sip of water from the people on the street, wiping the sweat from his forehead and cursing God. The green forest hawk holding a knife, gun, sword and halberd squatted in the shadow of the corner, silently watching the passers-by.
In the panic atmosphere, on the second floor of the wine shop, there were also businessmen traveling from north to south to stop and drink, or literati and elegant guests with a little money in their pockets shook their paper fans and talked about the current situation.
“It hasn’t rained in two months.”
“I don’t know how long the drought will last... I heard from my nephew who often runs outside that several states in Yan State have been hit by disasters. , for fear of triggering a civil uprising."
"In addition to the civil uprising, other countries are also worrying. I heard that the Wei State has stationed 50,000 troops on the south bank of the Hun River. I wonder if we are sitting near Youyan Mountain. Will Ding'an City be affected... What are those guys doing?"
The scholar who spoke clicked his paper fan and stood up, looking at the street downstairs, where several libertines were surrounding him. The stout woman was teasing and laughing, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "The world is not peaceful, these people are bullying men and dominating women in broad daylight!"
"Hey, who is that person?" The friend pointed at the group of people. the libertine asked from behind.
The scribe looked in the direction he was pointing and frowned: "It's Su Chen, the third young master of Ding'anhou..."
Behind the group of libertines, there was a master and a servant who came out of Zuihua Tower and were caught by the burning sun. The shadow lengthened, and behind him was an older guard with a rough appearance, holding a long sword with a black handle.
The young man in front is wearing a golden flower robe with sleeves. He has a handsome appearance and bright eyes. He has an emerald green double phoenix and yang pendant hanging on his waist. He has a hair crown on his head and a small red star. The pom-pom swayed slightly, and walked behind the people in front with his hands behind his back, looking up and down.
"Hey, it's broad daylight, what are you doing?"
A few people turned around, originally showing the expression of 'who the hell has enough', but when they saw in front of them The young man's appearance suddenly fell down, and his flattering smile immediately returned.
"So it's you, Third Young Master. What are your orders?"
Su Chen glanced at these cats and dogs, smiled, and then said in an understatement: "Get out."
"Okay. "Hey."
The libertines nodded quickly and bent down, raised their buttocks, landed on their heads, rolled forward and rolled twice on the ground, then got up and ran away in a mess.
The woman who escaped from the entanglement gratefully thanked the young master Fuli in front of her.
"I, thank you for rescuing the siege..."
"Sister-in-law, please don't go out on the streets these days if you have nothing to do." Su Chen yawned, looked at the dazzling sun, and asked the woman People leave quickly.
The woman's expression just returned. She was so frightened that she almost burst into tears. She thanked her again, raised her skirt slightly and started running.
Su Chen looked at the back of the woman who ran away and lowered his voice: "Go back and say hello to the gangs in the city. If there is a little chaos in the city, I will pull their skins out."
His tone was indifferent, completely different from his harmless demeanor, as if he was holding all those shady gutter rats in the city in his hands.
At this time, as Su Chen finished speaking, a progress bar appeared in his mind, and he pushed forward a little to fill up the progress bar.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
Finally enough is enough.
He is not a person of this world. When he wakes up, he becomes a seven-year-old boy in the mansion of Ding'an City. There is a gap in his heart. Fortunately, this family also has the surname Su. .
Speaking of the Hou Mansion, the ancestor of the Su family was a hero of the Yan Kingdom from Conglong, with the official title of Hussar General, the title of Marquis of Ding'an, a settlement of 36,000 households, and jurisdiction over six counties and thirty-eight counties.
But hereditary neglect.
However, by Su Chen's father Su Congfang's generation, only Ding'an County and two small counties were left, with less than five thousand soldiers under his command.
Since Su Chen came here, dragging his seven-year-old body and leaning on the wall of the study room on a stool, he read the map of Kanyu over and over again. It was not the Yan Kingdom of the Murong family that he knew, but the Yan Kingdom that he knew. It is a Beigong clan that has never been heard of. The terrain is also very different from the original land. It is surrounded by Liang, Qi, Yue, Wu, Wei, and the Five Kingdoms in the east, west, and south, plus the Yan Kingdom where it is located. Six countries are tied.
To the west of Youyan Mountain, there is the Beirong tribe. Further to the west, I heard that there is a huge inland sea.
There are all the things that should be in this world, and his knowledge is basically useless. Only poems and songs are similar, but stealing other people's poems makes him disdainful.
As for the position of Marquis, he didn't want to fight for it. This position would be inherited by the legitimate son in the future. Even if the eldest brother was inappropriate, there was still a second brother, which had nothing to do with him as the youngest.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the end of the street.
The guard, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward and whispered: "Third Young Master, it is the Colonel who is under the command of the Marquis."
This is the personal bodyguard that his father arranged for him a few years ago. The guard, named Thirteen, is only at the seventh level, which is comparable to Su Chen's martial arts. He is also a good helper. I heard from Thirteen before that if you go up to the fifth level, you will develop unique secret techniques. First-level and second-level ones are first-rate. A master may know three or four secret arts, above the first level, and has the realm of a grand master. People in this realm are almost rare. They can be counted on one hand in the Six Kingdoms
From the ground Feeling a slight shock, Su Chen looked away from the retreating woman's back, and saw several knights in armor riding towards them. The leading knight had already seen the two of them, and he let out a 'whisper', turned over and dismounted, and dismounted with the others behind him. All his subordinates raised their hands.
"Third Young Master, please go back home."
Su Chen also thought about going back quickly and emptying out the newly filled merit bar. He waved to the cavalrymen who were half-kneeling in salute, and then towards the guards behind him. Snapped his fingers: "Thirteen, let's go home."
As he said that, he put his hands behind his head, took the scruffy-looking guard, and walked back home along the street, occasionally glancing at the green forest in the corner. The knight's eyes moved coldly to the corner of his eyes: "Look at it!"
The scolded Jianghu people pursed their lips and lowered their heads. This third young master is well-known in Ding'an County. He is neither a playboy nor a prodigal. , but the biggest idler in the Hou Mansion. He has a bad temper and wanders around the city all day long. He is also a frequent visitor to the brothel.
What's more, there are several fierce soldiers leading horses behind the opponent. Even though their martial arts are good, they are still a bit unsatisfactory in front of the army.
The Hou Mansion is located in the north of the city, with a typical north-south layout. The eaves of the palace gate are supported by four large red stone pillars. Two stone lions crouch on the left and right pressing the stone balls. The three doors of the palace open at the same time are densely packed with copper rivets. The four soldiers guarding the gate of the palace lowered their heads when they saw the figure returning on foot.
"Welcome the Third Young Master back to the house."
The figure crossed the threshold in the middle, passed directly through the servants of the Hou Mansion kneeling on both sides, and went to the atrium. He went back to the courtyard to deal with some matters first. Then meet dad in the front yard.
The stone bridge in the atrium connects the south chamber. The small river below is diverted from the city river and crosses half of the back house. The stone bridge is four steps wide and narrow, all carved from white rock. There are 24 sections in total, which means a safe year. According to the twenty-four solar terms, there are hollow carved fences on both sides of the connected corridor, and outside there is a water pavilion, waterside pavilion, and flowerbed with potted plants.
After summer, bees and butterflies are flying around, which is really beautiful.
"Third Young Master, this is what you want."
In the south wing of the back house, before entering the Crescent Gate, there was a boy standing at the door, holding a spiritual tablet tremblingly and looking around uneasily.
Inscription on the memorial tablet: The spiritual tablet of Duke Cao Cao.
"You look like your dead father. Give it to Thirteen, and then go to the accounting room to receive the reward." Su Chen spoke casually, but he never treated his servants harshly. The boy was used to hearing this. With a face full of joy, he handed the spiritual tablet in his hand to Thirteen and ran out of the Crescent Gate quickly.
"Third Young Master, why are they different? How many do we have to provide?"
Thirteen, who received the spiritual throne, frowned and followed behind. He arrived at the specially built ancestral hall by familiar means. Before he even entered, he could smell the scent of incense and candles. Beside the tribute table, there were Taoist priests chanting sutras. This was Su Chen. He specially brought fifty warriors from Qingfengguan outside the city to invite the Taoist priest to his home.
That time, Ding'an Hou Su Congfang took a knife and chased Su Chen all over the courtyard for an hour.
"Here, put it in the middle."
Su Chen handed the spiritual tablet to the Taoist priest who rolled his eyes, knelt on the futon, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully. Then he straightened up and looked forward. Each spiritual tablet was engraved with different names, arranged from top to bottom, densely packed in a fan shape. "Su Chen, a descendant of China, has offered incense to all our ancestors, and I hope you will bless me!"
Su Chen knelt on the futon and bowed respectfully, holding the incense.
For ten years, he was afraid that he would forget where he came from, so he would recall things that only he knew every day. As time went by, he would write them down on paper. After he finished writing, he would start writing history again. A few years ago, I simply carved the name of the emperor I knew on the spiritual throne, placed it in the ancestral hall, and offered three sticks of incense every day. After all, they were all ancient Chinese people, so it was not bad to worship him as my ancestor.
In fact, there is another reason for establishing a spiritual position.
Other people have benefits when traveling through time, but he has been here for ten years, let alone the system, and has never even seen a golden finger.
Simply, he made one for himself, what if it was really useful?
And then...it really works.
Not long after he repaired this place and put up the memorial tablet, he began to have the same, bizarre dreams over and over again, and a merit bar appeared in his mind.
After trying it several times, he found that as long as he managed people's livelihood, it would increase a little.
In the past two years, he privately relied on his status as the Third Young Master to rectify the various gangs in the city. Through these small measures, he was able to fill up the merit bar of 30,000 yuan for the first time today. .
Withdrawing his thoughts, Su Chen stared at the full altar table, and the merit bar in his mind was cleared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But nothing happened.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Su Chen frowned slightly.
......
"Third Young Master, it's time to go to the Marquis's place."
Thirteen silently counted the time and interrupted Su Chen's thoughts from behind. Chen nodded, waited and looked again, stood up and snapped his fingers: "Taoist Master, take good care of my ancestors."
The Taoist priest glanced at him silently.
Soon, Su Chen led Shi San back to the front yard, and when he walked up to the eaves of the front hall, Su Congfang, the Marquis who was talking to several city officials over there, glanced at his youngest son who came in, and then After giving a few more instructions, he waved away a few officials, then turned his head to look at Su Chen who was doing nothing, feeling very angry.
Thinking of Madam's instructions, I suppressed my anger and said in a deep voice: "Come and sit down."
"Dad, I haven't been messing around recently. I just saved a woman outside. "
If anyone outside had dared to talk like this to him, Su Chen would have asked the evil guards to come forward and beat him up. However, facing his father, he calmed down a lot and sat down seven or eight seats away. butt.
"I asked you to come back because there has been some unrest in Ding'an City recently. The drought has become more severe. Many victims have gathered here, and there are many strange faces in the city."
Su Congfang is quite concerned about the little son in front of her. Because of the headache, he didn't go around in circles and said directly.
"My father wants you to do something with your two brothers. Don't hang out with those people of different religions and make your mother worried all day long."
He was also a little helpless, remembering Su When Chen was seven years old, he was honest and diligent. After he got seriously ill, his temper suddenly changed. He will be seventeen this year. He still idled around all day long and made trouble everywhere. Several times, Su Congfang gave birth to him and stuffed him. The idea of returning to your mother’s womb.
“Dad, the eldest brother and the second brother are very powerful, so I won’t cause any trouble.”
Su Chen took the tea and took a sip with a smile. He was not as respectful and afraid of his father as his eldest and second brothers.
But there are many who deserve respect.
"Dad, let me go first!"
Concerned about the progress bar, he stood up and quickly crossed the threshold and ran away.
Su Congfang was so angry that he took several pictures in succession When he saw his son at the table, he didn’t even look back. He sat back down in frustration and said, “My wings are so stiff that even slapping the table doesn’t work.”
...
The sun passed across the sky over time and gradually set in the west. Occasionally, there were a few crisp bird songs in the yard. When the wind blew, the old trees in the yard swayed their branches and leaves.
The annoying chirping of cicadas gradually disappeared without knowing when.
The wind blew through the window lattice and lifted the spread pages of the book. Su Chen waited at the table until dark, but nothing happened.
The breeze blew on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he lay on the table and fell asleep.
The dream I had had reappeared.
Su Chen felt as if he was falling, falling into the abyss. The smoke curled around him, hazy, showing the golden palace, and he vaguely saw many figures standing in front of the palace.
Countless eyes fell on him.
In my ears, there was a rustling sound, like countless people whispering.
"I have been a beggar and a monk... I have never seen you so worthless!" "I ascended the throne at the age of nine and swore to kill the traitors of the country... It is a pity that I returned without success several times. …”
"I accept your love...but if you ask me to help you, I will definitely respond!"
...
Su Chen was suddenly startled. He woke up from his desk. It was actually a misty morning outside. The candles that had been lit all night were lingering in the smoke.
He exhaled.
“It’s this dream again.”
The candlelight on the table was swaying, and the night wind that squeezed through the window crack blew on his face. Su Chen suddenly looked up and saw a figure standing outside the window. Before he could call someone, it was like a wisp of smoke floating towards the door.
Su Chen opened his eyes wide, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw the wooden bolt on the door leaf moving little by little, and then fell to the ground with a snap.
Then, the door creaked slowly open.
A skinny hand reached through the gap.
“Ah!”
Su Chen opened his eyes again and stood up from the table. He was sweating profusely and looked at the bright room. He subconsciously looked at the window lattice. It was already early in the morning and the door was closed tightly.
A dream within a dream...
Caught a ghost?
Suddenly he felt something extra in his hand. He opened it up and saw that it was a small black iron sign with a single word written in seal script: Blessings.
Su Chen frowned slightly.
"I don't remember this thing... I wish... who is this person?"
(End of Chapter)