[comprehensive] superior skills

Jiajing 28 years, Qiongzhou.

Yunping Village, an inconspicuous small village in the north of Qiongshan County, is also the ancestral home of the third generation of the Hai family.

The coastal land is originally a land of fish and rice, and the people in the village can have enough food and clothing with a little diligence. If they are willing to grit their teeth and go to the sea to earn a bunch of money for repairing for their children and grandchildren, they might be able to change their lintels like Hai Xiucai.

At sunset, thin wisps of cooking smoke floated over the quaint houses, and in the breeze, they went downstream to the only courtyard house with stone walls and blue tiles at the foot of the east mountain.

Passing through the dripping courtyard, a servant girl in rough clothes with a sad face hurried to the door of a padlocked firewood room, and shook her head at another maid who was looking forward to it, "No way."

The trustworthy little maid immediately covered her mouth and cried, "My husband is too cruel, even if you hate Xu's remarriage, you shouldn't blame your sister!"

Besides, the little master is only so old, if he really got sick, wouldn't he not even be able to enter the ancestral graves, and could only be a wandering ghost.

"It's all fate."

The maid also secretly wiped away her tears, "We servants have today and no tomorrow, how can we be masters of the master? We can only wait for more incense sticks for my sister in the future, and ask the gods and Buddhas in the sky to bless her to vote for a man in the next life." You don’t have to suffer any more.”

When the two servants said this, they felt sorry for their life experience, and they seemed to be crying.Fortunately, they still knew the taboo, so they parted ways after whispering a few words.

Inside the door, a scrawny little girl sat up from the cold straw mat, looked at the chicken-claw-like fingers and laughed, "What a master Qingtian."

Song Ci, who had absorbed the memory of the original owner, couldn't help but ask himself: Is it really fate that the relatives are shallow?

Since the millennium reincarnation, there have only been two lives where both parents were absent. In the first life, the father simply abandoned his wife and daughter to avoid the world and became a monk when he encountered setbacks. She took a cake from the footman.

Glancing coldly at the window paper reflecting the afterglow, Song Ci took out the spring water from the silver kettle from the ring and drank it.

After the burning pain in her abdomen subsided, she slowly ate some soft food and began to plan for her future life.

Due to the fact that the original owner was too young when she passed away, her ignorant consciousness had no other thoughts except deep fear and longing for food. She didn't even understand what happened until the moment she died.

In other words, as long as Song Ci can enjoy the food in peace, her wish will be fulfilled.

As for the culprit who caused the death of the original owner, God will punish him.

"Suddenly I miss Bao Heitan."

Recalling the graceful blue shadow dancing sword under the moon, Song Ci murmured: "At least he is worthy of the word Qingtian."

After the inexplicable sadness, she got up from the ground with her little hands, moved her stiff body to find a light gauze skirt and put it on, and recombed her hair braid full of grass clippings.

Facing the soft and cute little loli in the mirror, he made a scissors hand, Song Ci smiled with satisfaction, "This is what a child should look like, please take care of me from now on!"

He casually found a handheld game console to pass the time, and when the courtyard became completely quiet at midnight, Song Ci knocked on the door lock with an iron rod.

Quietly walked outside the original owner's family room, and after finding that the Hai family members including grandmother, father, stepmother and sister were all asleep, they left the compound without looking back.

She doesn't need to follow Nezha's example of cutting the flesh to return the mother and the bone to return the father, because the death of the original owner has already paid off the latter's kindness in childbearing.

"But it's better to leave some souvenirs."

Hanging a string of rib wind chimes from a dissection enthusiast under the eaves, Song Ci sneered: "I hope you will like this gift."

Thinking of the poor man who was abandoned by her husband's family because she had two daughters in a row, she changed her mind and drove the flying sword to the untouchable gathering place on the outskirts of the county.

In a thatched yard that was so small and dilapidated that even thieves didn't bother to patronize, Song Ci carefully avoided the mud on the ground and approached the wooden door with the big red happy character.

At this time, an oil lamp was still being lit in the main room, which could be called a barren house. The man with a stout figure and a naive face was carefully polishing the carved box in his hand. : "I'll go to the fair and buy you a new gown when I'm done with Master Wang's work."

"Why spend that money, the family is not without clothes."

Now Xu, who has become the wife of a craftsman household, bit off the thin thread and said: "My dowry is not enough, why don't I save the money to pay for your craftsman's class money, and save myself from leaving home every year to suffer the crime."

"Hey, lady, you are so kind."

The man's big rough hand touched his wife's delicate wrist, "Let's live a good life from now on, and I will love him the same no matter if I have a son or a daughter."

Hearing this, Xu lowered his head and sighed inwardly.

Although marrying a man is far less respectable than the previous husband's family, the brothers, sisters-in-law and sisters in the family have long been unable to tolerate her.

In this difficult world, what can a woman who violates the seven outlaws and is kicked out of the house do? If she doesn't bite the bullet and remarry, she will only die.

But how would she be reconciled if she died with such a stigma on her back for no apparent reason, not to mention that a person with a bad heart is not worthy of letting herself die in a chaste way.

Fortunately, God Chui Lian finally rewarded her with a place to live, and she didn't dare to ask for more.

It's just that when I occasionally think of the two children staying at my husband's house, I always feel a dull pain in my heart.

I don't know if they have enough food and clothing, and if the new mistress has treated them badly.

"Dong dong dong."

Just when the newlyweds were thinking about their own thoughts, there was a knock on the door of the room just a few steps away.

"Who?"

The man put down the tool in his hand, and said suspiciously: "It's so late, could it be that the neighbor's family has committed a difficult problem?"

"It's me, I'm here to find Mrs. Xu."

Behind the wooden door, a soft and waxy child's voice sounded.

"Ah! This voice, could it be..."

Xu stood upright in shock, not even caring about the needle and thread that fell on the floor, "Master, please open the door, it's my little girl!"

Her chest was throbbing, and it was hard to imagine how a delicate girl came here from a distance of more than ten miles with her feet, and she deliberately chose to come to the door in the middle of the night.

...it was midnight.

Suddenly, thinking of the weird stories in those scriptures, Xu's body suddenly turned cold.

Not seeing the sudden change in the face of the lady behind him, the man hastily pulled the door bolt open, "Oh, I'll invite someone in right now!"

Standing in the courtyard with a little light, there is a short girl wearing a black cloak. She is hidden in the semi-darkness, revealing half of her pale face and pale lips. .

"Mother is well, my boy is here to say goodbye to you."

Hearing the thunder at first, Xu felt dizzy and unbearable, and fell limp in the man's arms.

Song Ci waved his hand and transformed into a box of gold and silver on the floor of the house, "My child is no longer a daughter of the Hai family, and the only thing I care about in this world is my mother. I hope you will take care of yourself, and don't cry for your unfilial daughter." Tears. There is fate in the next life, and there will be a day when we meet each other."

After she finished speaking, she slowly bent her knees and cupped her hands on the ground, "My child bids farewell to mother."

Instead of looking at the sad and helpless Xu, Song Ci put on a hood and hid in the dark night.

With the protection of the power of words and spirits, presumably this family will be able to live in peace and security from now on.

And after resolving the cause and effect for the original owner and the biological mother, she can also follow the example of a real knight to take a walk-and-go journey.

When he was on his way earlier, Song Ci already knew the general situation of the world he was in from the mouths of birds and beasts. This is an era of great martial arts that combines many familiar good and evil sects, and has countless heroic deeds passed down.

Heroes use martial arts to violate the prohibition, and Confucianism uses literature to violate the law.

As a little girl who is destined to miss the scientific examination, why not try the feeling of standing at the peak of the martial arts.

In order to find the legendary Peach Blossom Island, Song Ci drove the airship to the vast sea.

Because there is no reliable information in hand, the birds in the sky can't tell where the descendants of Tsing Yi Ke lived 300 years ago, even the longest-lived turtle on the bottom of the sea has never heard of those amazing and beautiful name, so she can only let the Noah float on the sea to try her luck.

Fortunately, this body is still young and has a lot of time to waste.

With nothing to do, Song Ci enjoys a rare holiday time on the deck. There are intelligent robots to deal with all the sundries on board. She just needs to lie under the umbrella, read a book and listen to music. Pills for unruly quacks.

Who said that Song Ci prefers to convince people with virtue than to become a female devil who is prone to murder in others' mouths.

Drifting along the tide, after dozens of days and nights and bombarding several pirate warships, the Noah finally docked at the edge of a seemingly desolate island.

Putting on a lotus-colored feather satin cloak, Song Ci stepped on the hard ground under his feet, "This is another benefit of using violence to control violence. At least you don't have to worry about losing your head because of the trivial matter of wearing clothes."

She lightly blew the clarinet in her mouth, and walked towards a path under the guidance of a bird.

The desolate and messy path became wider and wider, but after about half an hour, Song Ci heard the noise and frolicking in the distance.

After feeding the little bird a few delicious grains, she sighed regretfully: "I don't think there is any animal that can make such a lifelike humanoid sound, and it's unlikely that they are the descendants of the Huang family just based on the number of people." people."

If Zhongnan Mountain had been chosen from the beginning, I am afraid that it would have achieved something by now.

Gathering up his mood, Song Ci followed the human voice like a normal lost traveler, and soon came to an open valley surrounded by mountains, and the noise he heard before was due to the construction and construction of buildings here.

As far as the eye can see, there are felled and stacked timbers everywhere, as well as small-scale flower terraces and pavilions and houses that are obviously occupied by people.

As the frost approached, burly men with shirtless shirts yelled at the craftsmen under them, threatening them with a whip from time to time, for fear that someone would be lazy and delay the construction period.

The coolies present all looked timid and fearful, but the sporadic cheerful laughter came from several children of different ages shuttling among them.

"Looks like I found a great place."

This place is far away from middle-earth, who would spend huge sums of money to build a resident in such a remote place for no reason, unless it is to avoid disaster for the whole family.

But just looking at the number of craftsmen driven by those foremen, it is definitely not something that small people can mobilize. After all, the Ming Dynasty was very strict with the management of craftsmen under the name of the Ministry of Industry, even the self-employed craftsman who was married to the original owner's mother. Serving in shifts, the current whereabouts of this group of people can't be explained in a few words.

When Song Ci was secretly thinking about the strangeness in his heart, he might as well have fallen into the eyes of the person in charge.

Just imagine, who would not be surprised that such a lovely girl named Yuxue suddenly appeared on a closed island surrounded by the sea.

Especially that child not only dressed in extremely wealthy clothes, but also acted calmly from start to finish, not worried about his situation at all, which is really too weird.

The owner of the small island thought so, and he followed his mind and slowly walked towards the girl who seemed to have fallen from the sky.

"How did you find out here?"

Song Ci raised his head and looked at the man who was a few feet away from him and the boy who was waist-high beside him.

The father and son with similar facial features were each wearing brocade robes of very similar colors. The only difference was that compared to the expressionless boy, the older middle-aged man had a deep smile line at the corner of his eyes.

If you look at these eyes alone, it is easy to think that he is a mild-tempered person, but if you look more carefully, someone will find that the chill in them is even worse than that of his son who has not yet learned how to hide his emotions.

"Lost." Song Ci said truthfully.

"Then are you willing to stay?" the man still asked with a smile.

"I don't want to."

Song Ci shook his head, "No one wants to live in a tomb."

She can guarantee that the master's family will not let these craftsmen leave alive after the matter is completed, and their end will be the same as that of the predecessors who built tombs for emperors since ancient times.

"What if I insist on asking you to stay?"

His tone was full of teasing, as if he was joking with a familiar junior.

Song Ci patted the little sword slung across his body, "Beat me, or take out something that interests me."

The soft childish voice sounded so ridiculous, but the man couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he knew that no child in the world would say such words so calmly, unless she was a person who would never grow up.

"Where do the guests come from, and where do they want to go?" the man asked again.

"Where you come from, go wherever you go." Song Ci replied.

The man nodded, "My surname is Wu, and I have a single name. I am the owner of this place."

Song Ci asked coldly, "You want to rebel?"

"How do you say that?" The man laughed again.

The smile on his face was as usual, but the hands behind his back tightened involuntarily.

"Not only are you blind, you also want to swallow Daming in one gulp."

Song Ci said lightly: "But what does this have to do with me, I don't like to meddle in other people's business."

The most important thing is that she knows that the man in front of her will never wait for the day of success, even if he is not just a talent.

Wu Ming sighed, "I want to keep the guests even more."

No matter who the other party is, he will not allow anyone to reveal any information about this small island.

Song Ci still held the little sword and said, "Yes, as long as you are willing to gamble with me."

"What do you want to bet on?"

Wu Ming glanced at the dagger that was more like a precious collection, as if evaluating its value.

"I'm here to bet on my life, bet on your lives."

Song Ci said very seriously: "Let's see who can take my sword. I will give his life to the winner, and it will be much cheaper to the loser, as long as you hand over your best skills."

She thinks this is a good deal, the more people have, the more they fear death, because the latter can take everything away without any effort.

Wu Ming was still weighing gains and losses in his heart, but his son suddenly said, "Father, let me bet on this first bet."

Who would have thought that the child in the chief role would never make a life-and-death agreement without even frowning.

Although a little surprised, Song Ci still shook his head, "You don't have what I want."

After understanding what she meant, the boy blushed suddenly.

Only then was his eyes full of vitality and extraordinary agility like a real child's.

"Gong Jiu."

The boy said coldly: "Remember this name, because he will be the one who takes your life."

The girl on the opposite side also imitated his contemptuous smile, "Aci. Don't bother to remember, because she will become a lingering nightmare for many people, including you."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The heroine has come to cause trouble in the world again. ┑(￣Д￣)┍

The background of the story is a mix of fantasy and reality, so please don't take it too seriously.

Fly, fly, what~~