In the dark, Qin Ziling sat up from the wooden bed suddenly, his chest rising and falling violently, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat the size of beans.
He had another nightmare just now.
He dreamed that he was in a wheelchair and looked up at the blue sky, and the plane was constantly flying from a distance, making a rumbling sound that broke the air, and dragged two long white tails formed by the condensation of water vapor behind him.
Suddenly, the plane turned into a dragon-headed monster bird with a pair of wide fleshy wings, covered with golden scales, two fangs shining with cold light, like sharp knives, and a pair of eyes with black holes, and a ghostly fire beating inside.
Lying on the dragon's head was a tall and thin injured old man in black with an old and ugly face.
The two long white tails dragged behind the plane changed into two giant swords that were cold and extremely sharp.
In the dream, suddenly he turned into the old and ugly injured old man, lying on the body of the strange bird that exuded a cold and eerie aura, extremely weak and powerless, and his heart was full of despair in the face of the giant sword breaking through the air.
Suddenly, the two giant swords suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and countless sword lights roared in, overwhelming the sky.
"My life is at stake!" The injured old man in the dream, that is, Qin Ziling, felt a pain that could not be described in words, and then he saw his body and the strange birds under him being pierced by thousands of sword lights, becoming full of holes, and then exploding violently.
The terrifying impact of this instantaneous explosion caused even the mountains below to collapse several times.
Blood, rain, flesh and rocks flying.
The picture in the dream is frozen in an ancient well behind a ruined Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain with a severed finger slashing through the night.
A black ring is wrapped around the severed finger.
There is a dilapidated plaque hanging obliquely on the lintel of the Taoist temple, on which the words "Chixiao View" are written.
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After a long time, Qin Ziling in the dark gradually calmed down, he glanced at the papier-mâché wooden window, it was still dark outside, and then lay back on the bed, looking at the wooden beams with several large spider webs on the top of his head, his eyes revealing a complicated and confused gaze.
Ten days ago, he was living in a hospital room with bright glass windows and a white-painted ceiling.
On that day, his consciousness gradually became blurred and distant, and a great darkness shrouded him, about to swallow him up, and at that moment he thought that he had finally lost to the disease and that his life was coming to an end.
But he was really not reconciled.
He has just turned 30 years old, and three years ago his career has finally taken a big turn after all kinds of setbacks, and a better life is beckoning to him.
So, he suddenly rose up and kept telling himself to hold on. He struggled in the darkness to keep his consciousness from sinking.
He believes that modern medicine is changing with each passing day, and as long as you persevere, there is hope!
Eventually, the great darkness that tried to engulf him dissipated, and he lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he found himself lying in this old and dilapidated wooden house, covered with a shabby quilt, and he had become a nineteen-year-old young man named Qin Ziling.
Ten days is not a long time, but because he not only occupied Qin Ziling's body but also received his memories, after ten days of confusion, he has slowly begun to accept and adapt to his new identity.
But the repeated dreams of the past ten days, as well as the pictures of many strange-shaped zombies that appeared in his mind from time to time, and even the evil and ruthless thoughts that occasionally popped up from his subconscious, made him feel extremely frightened and creepy every time he crossed into Qin Ziling's body.
It was as if there was a very dark, evil, and ruthless soul consciousness hidden in his soul.
"If my soul consciousness crossed over to Qin Ziling's body as written in the novel, why did I keep dreaming that I had become that ugly and even evil and gloomy old man? Why did my mind go through some fragmented, messy, dark and evil pictures from time to time in addition to the memories of myself and Qin Ziling before my death? These are definitely not Qin Ziling's memories! Could it be that I was a ghost movie from my previous life? Watching too many zombie movies?"
"But this time, I actually saw the name of the Taoist temple clearly in the nightmare, and it seems that the name of the Taoist temple did not appear in the first few times.
Qin Ziling's mind was cranky, and he fell asleep in a daze.
When he woke up again, it was already dark.
Qin Ziling's home is a three-entry quadrangle, a brick structure of east and west wings, three positive and four ears, a hand-copying verandah, and a mountain shadow wall... All this represents the Qin family's former wealth.
But now the house is tilted, and the red paint mud walls are peeling off, showing the current decline.
The cross-shaped aisle paved with blue bricks, what once looked like a well-thought-out courtyard has now become a vegetable garden and a place for raising chickens and ducks, and chicken and duck feces can be seen everywhere on the ground.
Qin Ziling lived in the east wing, and when he came out, a young woman wearing a coarse cloth long skirt, with a delicate appearance and a graceful figure, but with yellow skin, was feeding chickens and ducks.
"Young master, get up, I'll give you a wash" Seeing Qin Ziling pushing the door out, Yin Du Yue hurriedly said.
"No, I'll do it myself" Qin Ziling waved his hand, then strode to the well, fetched water to wash.
Watching Qin Ziling fetch water and wash himself, Yin Du yue's gaze was a little confused.
She was a poor street child, and once she almost starved to death on the side of the road, but it was Qin's mother who saw her pitiful and brought her home.
At that time, the Qin family had not really fallen, and had quite some assets, not only did there be fertile land outside the city, but also shops in the city, and there were several servants and servants and tenant farmers in the family.
It's just that the good times didn't last long, first the shops went to water, and the goods turned into ashes, then the old lady of the Qin family passed away, and then the old man of the Qin family, that is, Qin Ziling's father was seriously ill. In order to cure the disease, the Qin family's fertile land and cultivated cattle were all sold, and the servants and maids were also disbanded and left.
Only Yin Dyeyue, who was only ten years old at the time, was well-behaved and clever, Qin's mother loved her very much, and she also pitied her, so she finally stayed.
However, in the end, the old man of the Qin family still passed away, making the Qin family's life more and more impoverished.
However, Qin Ziling has been used to being a young master since she was a child, and she also knows that Yin Dyeyue is a maid picked up by her own family, and she has always taken her service for granted, and even sometimes she is in a bad mood, and it is common to scold her.
It's just that since she fell seriously ill ten days ago, Yin Dye Yue obviously felt that Qin Ziling had no young master's frame for her, and even spoke to her quite gently.
"Could it be that the young master has the idea of having a man and a woman?" Yin Ran Yue looked at Qin Ziling, a flush appeared on her obviously malnourished face, and then she hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring the breakfast that had been prepared to the wooden table in the hall.
She has served Qin Ziling since she was a child, and she is placed in a big family's house, that is, a maid in the house, and she does not marry, and with the current family background of the Qin family, it is unlikely that she wants to marry Qin Ziling in a beautiful manner, and the biggest possibility is that she, the maid, will directly become the daughter-in-law of the Qin family, so as to save the dowry.
So in her heart, Yin Dye Yue has long regarded herself as Qin Ziling's woman, which is nothing more than a question of whether she is a wife or a concubine.
Now Qin Ziling, because of his thoughts from the modern civilized world,It is natural to be considerate and respectful to women, which makes the printing and dyeing moon surprised and novel, and at the same time, it is more joyful and happy.
Seeing Yin Dyeing Yue going to the kitchen to serve breakfast, Qin Ziling went into the back room, and his mother Cui Shi had already gotten up early to weave.
Cui's is a well-known weaving expert in the township, and the cloth woven is very popular, and it is also the main source of livelihood for the Qin family today, in addition to more than ten acres of thin fields.
Cui Shi is only in his early forties, but because of his overwork, his hair is already half white, and the wrinkles on his face are obvious. However, her hair is still meticulously combed, and although the clothes on her body are shabby, they are clean and tidy, and her temperament is good, not like an ordinary village woman at all.
Qin Ziling had heard it mentioned when he was a child that his mother was from the Cui clan in Qinghe County next door.
It's just that since Qin Ziling was sensible, the Cui family didn't mention anything about his mother's family, and he never saw any contact between the two families.
"Mother, it's hard work, let's have breakfast first. Qin Ziling said softly, looking at Cui's eyes with admiration and respect.
Coming from modern society, he not only integrates the memories of Qin Ziling in this life, but also his feelings.
Of course, he occupied this body by mistake, and he should do his filial piety for the original owner.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was bright. Cui Shi stopped what he was doing, said with a smile, and then got up and came to the hall with Qin Ziling.
On the dining table in the hall are already a few steamed scones with black noodles, a plate of scrambled eggs with green onions, a plate of green vegetables and a pot of gruel.
Seeing Cui Shi and Qin Ziling coming in, Yin Dye Yue hurriedly scooped a bowl of gruel for Cui Shi and Qin Ziling, and specially helped Cui Shi pull out a chair.
Cui Shi and Qin Ziling sat down separately, but Yin Dye Yue stood on the side and did not sit down.
"Dye Yue, you can also sit down and eat together, it will be like this in the future, you don't need me to call you every time. Qin Ziling raised his eyes to look at Yin Dye Yue and said.
"Hmm!" Yin Dye Yue replied with a slightly red face before she sat down.
Cui Shi didn't say anything, just looked at Qin Ziling's gaze with a hint of relief.
After the family sat down, Cui Shi and Yin Dyeyue each took a steamed bun with black noodles and ate green vegetables and gruel, without moving the scrambled eggs with green onions.
"Mother, Dye Yue, you also eat some scrambled eggs. Seeing this, Qin Ziling wanted to give them some scrambled eggs with green onions.
"You have to practice martial arts to strengthen your blood and consume a lot, you can eat all these scrambled eggs, we will do some light work, and it is a woman's family, these are enough. Cui said.
"Yes, young master, your martial arts practice is the most important!"
Qin Ziling saw that Cui Shi and Yin Dyan Yue refused to eat scrambled eggs, and his heart was moved and helpless, and there was a deep sense of shame and powerlessness.
Ten days after coming to this world, he had already understood that the consumption of martial arts training was very large, and if he wanted to strengthen his qi and blood, it was far from enough to eat a few eggs.
Those who practiced martial arts with him, who really practiced and succeeded, which one did not eat meat and medicinal materials every day, and even the real big families could also use the meat of foreign beasts to supplement.
But now that the Qin family is in ruins, it is very tight to pay the tuition fees of the martial arts hall every month, so how can there be any spare money to buy meat and medicinal materials for Qin Ziling? As for the meat of foreign beasts, it is not to mention thinking about it.
Because the alien beasts live in the deep mountains, they are extremely powerful and ferocious, even experienced old hunters do not dare to go deep into the mountains to hunt them, and only martial artists who have cultivated to the realm of strength dare to go deep into the mountains to hunt alien beasts.
However, even if it is a martial artist in the realm of strength, it is extremely dangerous to hunt strange beasts in the mountains, and it is generally necessary to form a team of three or five people before daring to enter the mountains to hunt strange beasts.
"Alas, there is no carnivorous medicinal herbs, with the fundamental talent of this body, no matter how hard you practice, it will be in vain!" Qin Ziling sighed secretly in his heart, but it was difficult to say this.
Knowing Zi Mo Ruo's mother, although Qin Ziling didn't say anything, the Cui family seemed to understand his thoughts, and said with a sigh: "Ziling, I know that you have high ambitions, and you want to learn from your grandfather to practice martial arts and revive the Qin family." However, our family is no longer in the same situation as it used to be, and there are no meat medicinal herbs to give you tonic, and it will be a thousand times more difficult for you to learn from your grandfather. If you feel that you can't do anything, it is better to plan ahead.
"Mother, I want to insist on it again. Qin Ziling said without thinking.
Reliving a lifetime, how could he be willing to be a mere farmer in a small village?
Besides, this is a troubled era where the weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, thieves are rampant, and wars are raging, if there is no strong force, let alone protect your family, even your own life is in danger.
So no matter how difficult this road is, no matter how small the hope is, Qin Ziling will definitely not give up at this time.
"Well, as long as you have this will, your mother will definitely support you. Cui nodded with mixed feelings.
"Thank you, mother. Qin Ziling looked at Cui's half-white hair and wrinkled face, his nose couldn't help but sour, and he lowered his head.
When he lowered his head, his eyes fell on the rice bowl containing gruel in front of him, and Qin Ziling's mind suddenly floated over the ancient well he had seen in his nightmare.
"Mother, is there a Taoist temple called Chixiao in our area?" Qin Ziling's heart moved, and he blurted out.
"Chixiao Guan?" Cui Shi was slightly stunned, then looked at Qin Ziling with a look of surprise, and said, "Why did you suddenly ask about Chixiao Guan?".