Chapter 1: Half a step out of the door and you are in the world
It was a quiet night, with hundreds of miles of snow falling. In a dense forest, there was a dark wind, and someone was whispering.
"dead?"
"Cold jade poison..."
"I have been looking for this poison for many years, but I never thought that I would get it from a dead person... There is still a pulse. It's strange... Although I took the poison, I saved your life, but I also accepted your love and helped you. Once, the idea is clear.”
A few words fell, the cold wind blew by, and the dense forest became silent again.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a violent cough sounded, and an arm pulled the soft snow surface to help the body get up.
Zhao Wumian was dizzy and felt pain everywhere in his body, especially his head.
He rubbed his sore head with one hand and climbed up. He looked up and saw a dense forest. The moonlight mixed with snowflakes hung down from the gaps in the tree crowns. The ice was frozen and the snow was rustling like a sound, but there was no one everywhere and it was quiet and lonely... The scenery is nice, but the atmosphere is a bit eerie.
He was immediately dumbfounded, where the hell is this?
I was obviously still working overtime on New Year's Eve, but I just remember that my heartbeat was getting faster and faster in the end...
Zhao Wumian quickly picked up a handful of snow and wiped it on his face. The cold touch made him shiver. When he looked up, the surrounding scenery had not changed.
Zhao Wumian reacted and his pupils shrank, "Sudden death time travel!? I still have my parents!"
After reading online articles for several years, he had never imagined about time travel, but when it really happened to him, he felt unspeakable... In his previous life, he was a cow horse who died suddenly overtime. If he didn't have a golden finger, How many chapters can you survive?
The majestic snow fell one after another, and it felt slightly cold on his face, which made him come back to his senses.
He lowered his head and looked at himself for a few times. He was covered in blood, and his robe was in tatters and it was hard to see what material it was made of. He had obviously experienced a bloody battle. Was he beaten to death and abandoned in the wilderness?
He was hungry and cold, his brain was heavy, and it was difficult to turn his thoughts. He tried his best to analyze the current situation, and suddenly he realized something was wrong... He definitely did not travel through time with his original body... What about the memory of this body?
The pain in his brain subsided unknowingly. Zhao Wumian put down his hand, only to see that the palm of his hand was full of bright red... His head was injured?
He vaguely extracted memories from his brain, but only a few sentences he heard vaguely in a coma, but he couldn't remember what they were specifically. "He fatally injured his head and the original body also lost his memory, so I No memory?"
"I was obviously killed by someone. I should have been saved by someone after I was killed in the wilderness... But now I don't even have the memory, and I don't know who the enemy is..."
Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian felt a little flustered. He wished he could punch himself in the head a few times on the spot, fighting fire with fire to get his memory back.
Who is not good at being reborn? Even if he is a small handyman from an unknown sect, he is better off than being in this situation where he has a deep hatred for his own life but does not know who his enemy is.
The identity of the enemy is unknown, and he will not even know that he was tricked when he was walking out in the future.
He composed himself, calmed himself down, pulled his legs out of the snow, and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a tearing feeling in his body, like a knife stabbing, making Zhao Wumian groan and stumble to the side. Giant tree.
Bang! Click, click, click!
A heavy sound suddenly resounded in the quiet forest, causing the birds to scatter in an instant.
Zhao Wumian pressed his palms into the air and almost fell down. Hearing the sound, he looked at the tree that he had broken by pressing his waist. His brain, which was dull and hazy from the severe pain, suddenly woke up.
Is there such power in just one click? Is he actually a martial arts master?
Speaking of golden fingers, this might be it... Zhao Wumian felt a little relieved.
But it's a pity that he doesn't know what martial arts he knows at all. I'm afraid he can only rely on muscle memory to show his strength in actual combat.
He couldn't bring out even a few percent of his martial arts skills in exchange for an enemy... Zhao Wumian smiled bitterly a few times and waited for the pain in his body to subside a little before he silently left this place.
The flying snow is like foam, the silver moon is bright, the snow curtains are layer upon layer, and the branches are covered with white frost, watching this solitary visitor from another world.
Before they had walked a few steps, they saw a few tall, ruthless-looking men holding long knives and long bows, dressed as hunters, walking cautiously through the snow. They were also surprised when they saw the unkempt Zhao Wumian.
Zhao Wumian was slightly startled. He didn't expect to meet a stranger so soon. If his enemies thought he was not dead and killed him again... Zhao Wumian's heart tightened and he tentatively said, "You heroes..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted directly. Several men looked at each other and complained harshly, also speaking in Chinese.
"Where the hell are these refugees wandering around in the woods? I thought it was game coming from the noise just now..."
"It's already dark now, I'm sure I won't be able to get any meat today."
"It's better to go down the mountain to rob the rich and give to the poor. Sometimes you can also play with a few village girls and a daughter or something."
With such words and dressing up, it was not difficult to guess their identities. They were bandits. Zhao Wumian felt a little relieved in his heart when meeting such a murderous master. It was good that they were not enemies.
"Boy." The leading man turned his attention to Zhao Wumian, but he picked up the steel knife and smiled ferociously, "Thank you for being in northern Shanxi. We tied you up and sold you to the Sixth Master. Maybe you can still live, if you are from other places. Man, I might as well chop you into pieces and eat your meat!”
When they met, Zhao Wumian didn't even let Zhao Wumian say a word. The big man in front of him raised his knife and slashed at him, full of evil intent.
Zhao Wumian looked at the extremely slow steel knife in front of him, and suddenly raised his hand to slash the blade sideways.
clang!
The steel knife split into two instantly, and the tip of the knife whirled past Zhao Wumian's shoulder, and then plunged into the tree trunk next to him.
At the moment of life and death, Zhao Wumian's heart trembled slightly, but his thoughts were very clear, and his body was as stable as a mountain... From his perspective, the knife was so slow that he could even carefully observe the blood on the knife, and he didn't know it was a human being. The blood is still animal blood. It's obviously thanks to this body that is highly skilled in martial arts.
Zhao Wumian didn't know where he was in this world during his heyday, but at least he didn't need to worry about his life when facing these gangsters.
The laughter of the gangsters stopped suddenly and they looked at Zhao Wumian in disbelief.
Zhao Wumian was about to take action, but the next moment he heard a choking sound, and a cold sword light shot out from the forest, like a butterfly in a flower, or like rainwater dripping into a clear spring, passing between several people like a spring breeze.
Blood foam spattered, leaving several traces of blood on the snow, and then they collapsed to the ground with a thud. However, they saw the blood in their throats overflowing like spring water, and they moaned in disbelief.
Several people were killed with one sword blow.
Zhao Wumian's pupils shrank. When modern people suddenly saw such a bloody scene, they couldn't accept it, and they felt a little sick and retching. However, their strong physical fitness forced them to restrain themselves. Their Adam's apple moved slightly and they pretended to be calm.
The man who swung the knife at Zhao Wumian was not injured. He thought it was Zhao Wumian's fault. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split. He screamed, put away the knife and stepped back. Then he abandoned the knife and was about to run away. Immediately, there was a sudden pain on his legs. There was blood and he fell to the ground.
Looking up, he saw a figure in the snow curtain approaching the man and squatting down. He didn't know what he asked, and then blood started to appear in the man's throat again, and he died on the spot.
After asking questions and killing people, the figure turned its attention to Zhao Wumian.
Zhao Wumian's figure was tense and on high alert.
"Are you injured?" came a slightly immature and cold voice.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky, and the figure slowly walked towards Zhao Wumian through the snow curtain.
As I got closer, I saw clearly a woman wearing a floral coat and a pink face holding a sword. She looked young, no more than 28 years old. She still had a childish look on her face, but she had a serious look on her face, like someone passing by by chance. A chivalrous and heroic heroine.
It was unimaginable that this girl, who was probably only in middle school and high school in her previous life, would kill so decisively, which made Zhao Wumian, who had just opened his eyes to see the world, feel a sense of absurdity and a sense of being separated from reality.
It shouldn't be an enemy... Zhao Wumian relaxed a little and said, "It's okay. Thank you Heroine for saving my life."
The little heroine didn't take it seriously and glanced sideways at Zhao Wumian. She frowned slightly. Seeing his refugee appearance, she whistled. A snow-white horse came through the snow with a package on its saddle.
She took out a piece of cake from the package, her pink face showing some hesitation. Later she took out two more cakes and a wooden box that looked expensive. I didn’t bring much food. Seeing as you are so tall, you should have eaten quite a lot. That’s all. There are also pastries in this box. This is my favorite Jade Linglong Cake, it’s delicious.”
She has a cold temperament, but her behavior is very warm-hearted.
She wrapped the wooden box and three cakes in silk and stuffed them into Zhao Wumian's hands. After saying that, she got on the horse and pointed south without waiting for Zhao Wumian's reply. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing two cute dimples on her face. He said gently:
"Half an hour's walk along this direction is the official road. There are border troops patrolling there. Once you reach the official road, you don't have to worry about bandits... I'm in a hurry to find Qin Fengzhai, so I won't see you off."
Qinfeng Village should be the home of those bandits from before... What are you going to do in Qinfeng Village? From the looks of it, he was trying to suppress bandits.
The heavy snow mixed with the cold wind blew on my face, but the silk in my palms was warm and fragrant.
Zhao Wumian's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. He was obviously not in a good condition right now. His body was in urgent need of energy and kept sending signals to him.
He swallowed his saliva and hesitated a little. If it was poisonous... it probably wouldn't be possible. His enemy had killed him once, and now he was weaker than ever. Naturally, he didn't need to use poison to kill him again, and he He doesn't remember his enemy, but his enemy doesn't know that he has no memory. If they really meet, they will fight directly... This little heroine obviously does not meet the conditions.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian picked up the sesame seed cake and started to devour it.
The sesame biscuits were very dry, and Zhao Wumian, who was accustomed to eating modern cuisine, found it difficult to swallow, but they were also very fragrant.
As he was eating, Zhao Wumian suddenly had the thought of being robbed and somehow rescued by a passing heroine... Is this the Jianghu?
No, in most cases, there is no follow-up after being robbed.
The little heroine smiled slightly, mounted the white horse, and was about to turn around and leave. Then she glanced at the sky. At this late night, with only a little bit of moonlight to see, Zhao Wumian, a refugee with no skills in martial arts, could not even recognize him in the dark mountains. If he knew the way and could reach the official road, even the wolves in the mountains would probably pick him up.
She paused slightly, and there was a bit of hesitation in her eyes. She had important things going on at the moment, so how could she have time to send a refugee out of the mountain?
At this moment, Zhao Wumian stopped her.
He had just arrived and was unknown. Zhao Wumian urgently needed someone to tell him the background of this world... He had to find out what the value of force in this world was, how the forces were divided, whether it was cultivating immortals or martial arts.
Otherwise, what's the point of taking revenge when your mind is full of mush?
And to be honest...a modern person without a mobile phone positioning, let him wander out in the dark mountains, who knows how long it will take...Aren't there many incidents in previous lives where people went hiking in wild mountains without adequate preparation and disappeared? ?
"I'll help you."
"You?" The little heroine tightened her grip on the reins and looked down at the refugee-like Zhao Wumian. The snow curtain separated the two of them and warned: "This is not what the storyteller said. You will die."
Zhao Wumian swallowed all the biscuits in his mouth, then bent down to find a hard stone in the snow, opened his hand to show it to the little heroine, and then flicked his finger to the side.
call out!
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and a long and narrow hole was penetrated through the snow curtain in the sky. The stones penetrated behind several large trees, and then collapsed into debris and scattered in the snow.
The little heroine's pink lips were slightly open, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she looked at Zhao Wumian not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Wumian was also shocked from the bottom of his heart. He thought that it would be enough to break the stones into the tree trunk, but he was forced to pretend, so he had to bite the bullet and said lightly:
"Actually, I may not be weaker than you."
(End of chapter)