Jin Tang

Chapter 1 Blizzard and snow, night terror

In the first year of Tianfu, from the winter solstice to the spring, it rains and snows continuously, and the snowstorm is extremely cold.The snow covered the knees, the houses collapsed, and the people were displaced, which was unbearable.His thin and hungry appearance and his state of poverty are appalling.Thousands of miles outside the city of Qidi, there are mourners everywhere, the roads are full of starvation, countless people are starved and starved, and the cry is endless.

Qidi, this is an extremely cold winter, and this New Year is a particularly difficult day for the poor people in Qidi. Even the wealthy people dare not open the stove to make food with great fanfare.

Every household closed their doors tightly to prevent groups of refugees and beggars begging along the street from becoming malicious.

In such a snowy night, these people were crowded under the eaves of the shop.

The foot of the city wall is densely packed with dilapidated huts and thatched huts. These displaced and suffering people wear ragged ragged clothes with straw ropes around their waists, and their families huddle together to avoid the cold.

Among the piles of dilapidated rubble at the southwest corner of the city wall, Mo Yang, who was hiding under the broken straw mat, rolled his closed eyelids a few times, slowly opened his eyes and saw the gloomy night sky.

He sat up suddenly, the mat slipped from his upper body, and the suffering of the refugees around him fell into his eyes, and the temperature of the cold wind blowing on his body could not match the coldness in his heart.

He could never have imagined that he had fought so hard to get out of the siege and won the Swift Sword Competition. He just had a celebratory drink with his teammates and coaches, and when he woke up, the scene changed drastically——

The city with tall buildings, heavy traffic, and bright lights has turned into the backward appearance of this ancient city, not to mention that the scorching summer has turned into the current bone-chilling wind.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, and the white air rose in the air for a moment, then merged into the cold air and disappeared without a trace.

He is sure that this is definitely not an effect that any film and television city can create, and it can be completely ruled out that it is someone's prank.

Suddenly, Mo Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put his hands under the straw mat, groped his body for a while, and let out a long breath.

Immediately he raised his hands and looked carefully, there were calluses on the tiger's mouth, obviously this original body was also a Lianjiazi.

Then he raised his hands with bigger and slender bones than ordinary people to stroke his chest, arms, face...

"No problem, he's a man, very healthy." Mo Yang's tightly furrowed brows and narrowed brown eyes relaxed, "Fortunately, he didn't follow the traditional route!"

Just now, his endless thoughts suddenly thought of those time-traveling and rebirth novels he had read, those protagonists were either seriously injured by others, or seriously ill and difficult to recover...

So he changed his mind and thought that he was reborn in such an environment, could it be that his body also had some hidden disease, and if he got sick, he would be even more miserable than the protagonists in the book.

At least when people open their eyes, there is a cute girl and pretty maid or something, and all around them are refugees and beggars, but it is better than those who have changed their gender after time travel...

Thinking of this, Mo Yang stood up and moved his stiff body. What made him feel relieved was that his condition was even better than before time travel. His waist, which was aching from practicing swords all the year round, felt very relaxed now.

Due to the hunger and cold, although the already numb refugees occasionally glanced at Mo Yang, they didn't make any changes.

Mo Yang turned around, walked along the street towards the less crowded direction, went down a slope and turned to the right, piles of black-gray ice and snow piled up at the base of the wall, which were cleared out by the refugees it's here.

Due to the low-lying terrain, all their domestic water flowed here, and melted together with the layers of residual snow that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time, like large groups of burnt eggs.

Even though the snow was still falling in the sky, it still couldn't cover up the filth, instead it melted into the filth like mud and formed a ball.

However, it is precisely because it is humid, cold and dirty that no one wants to live here, and it is convenient for Mo Yang at this time.

He looked around cautiously again, and took out a leather-wrapped wooden box from his coat.

This box was firmly hidden in the bosom of the original body, and it was likely that there was some treasure inside, so he didn't dare to take it out and open it in front of those refugees just now. What you wear is definitely not ordinary.

This box looks very expensive, the golden edge of the seal is made of pure gold, and the box is wrapped with waterproof animal fur, and there are white lines on the fur surface piercing the green cloud head Ruyi, and there is a lion rolling a hydrangea ball in the middle.

Mo Yang weighed it, he didn't know what was inside the box, but the original owner of this body probably didn't know what was inside, he only knew that the box in his hand was very important.

He took out a dagger from the clothes beside him, and used a thin sharp edge to pry open the jade button. Then he stood up and walked to the side of the box to prevent hidden weapons from opening inside the box.

Then he slowly pried it open along the gap with a sharp blade, the box bounced open, and the black meat sticks inside were instantly caught in his eyes.

Like charred meat worms, they are entangled in layers, their color is not uniform, some seem to be relatively fresh, and there is a dark red between the black textures.

Mo Yang gasped, took a few steps back, his feet slipped, and he exclaimed uncontrollably. He couldn't maintain his balance, and rolled to the side and into the muddy snowdrift.

Ignoring his own embarrassment, his horrified eyes were fixed on the fallen box, which was full of——

Severed penis...

Smaller than normal adults, should be children.

The sound of many feet on the snow-covered ground creaked and creaked, and Mo Yang was startled. He quickly turned over and got up, threw the black meat strips scattered on the ground into the box, closed the box with a snap, and embraced it. Turn around and run in your arms.

It's just that I fell into the dirty snowdrift, but I ran to such a remote place in the middle of the night, and the box I was holding in my arms was still such a scary thing. I don't know.

This box can't be lost either, if they find the box and follow the investigation to arrest themselves as a perverted murderer, then their already difficult situation will be even worse.

Turning into a dark alley in the back street of Chaoyangmen, Mo Yang staggered forward in the heavy snow against the bitter new wind.

Just walking in a daze like this, until his body was covered with white snow, he was huddled in the cold, the sewage dripping from his body fell on the ground and merged into the snow, and the footprints left behind were covered by falling snow in an instant.

His frost-covered eyelashes trembled, and seeing the ruined temple not far away, his heart felt hot, and a familiar feeling became clearer and clearer in his memory.

Mo Yang's footsteps faltered, as if the on-off key of the brain had been activated, and the remaining memories in the original body's mind emerged one by one as if the fog had been cleared away.

Coincidentally, the original body was also named Mo Yang, originally a Jinwu guard in the capital, and came to Qidi to secretly investigate the missing boy.

Not long ago, a large number of boys disappeared in Qidi, and there was a snowstorm, the people were displaced, and all industries were withered. The tough and uneducated people directly turned into bandits, while the good people who followed the rules froze and starved the ditches... …

This caused the people of Qi to resent.When the news spread to the capital, the emperor was furious, and he ordered Li Rongxue to go to Qidi as the imperial envoy to investigate the case, and privately sent a team of Jinwu guards to investigate secretly.

Because most of the missing boys are refugees, Mo Yang turned himself into one of them to investigate secretly. The box in his own hand is very important, and it is an important evidence that the original Mo Yang risked his life to protect...

It's just that the memory in Mo Yang's mind is not complete, he can't get in touch with his colleagues, and he can't send this evidence. More importantly, in order to win people's trust, he completely pretended to be a refugee. He didn't bring any money with him. Mo Yang is a penniless pauper.

And the ruined temple in front of him that inspired the remaining memories of the original body was the place where he once stayed. This ruined temple is much better than the base of the city wall, at least it can shelter some wind and snow, so those who can stay here are naturally Not an easy character to deal with.

Maybe there are no big heroes, but there are also wolves, tigers and leopards.

Previously, Mo Yang had forcibly occupied the side hall by relying on his good skills, but if they found out that his limbs were stiff from the cold and his strength was not even one in ten, it would be very dangerous...

But on this vast snowy night, he had nowhere to hide except the ruined temple in front of him.Mo Yang secretly made up his mind that he would not allow them to spy on his current state.

The thick snow creaked under his feet. He pushed open the door, and the fire came into his eyes. There were still long strips of wood in the fire that were crackling, and the original vermilion on the wood was also gone. Blackened by smoke.

Sitting around the fire was a group of ragged refugees.

Seeing Mo Yang at the door, the numb faces of the group all turned around.Some unkempt people stood up and moved a little further away from the door, and some quietly held their own sticks that had been rubbed so smooth.

The few strong men who were closest to the fire didn't move. One of them was wearing patches, but he was neatly dressed with a purple red face. He squinted at Mo Yang at the door. Feeling apprehensive, but the burning hands gradually clenched into fists.

Touched by the warm breath, Mo Yang felt numb and itchy all over his body. He forcibly suppressed the discomfort and stepped into the room. With his hands drawn back, the door behind him slammed once again to block the roaring wind and snow. out the door.

"Master Mo, you are back, hey, did you fall into a snow pit? Come in and get warm!" The drawn-out voice broke the somewhat embarrassing silence.

"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it's such a heavy snow day, the jacket on your body is frozen." A man with gray hair who looked like he hadn't taken care of himself for several months walked over to him with a bent body and bowed to him. He bowed his hands in salute, and said with a smile, "It's really cold today, we dismantled the long table in the main hall to keep warm, Master Mo, don't worry, the side hall where you are, the small ones can see closely, and no one is allowed in. "

Mo Yang resisted the burning sensation and itching on his body, tried his best to straighten his body, and responded dully.

He looked straight between the brows of the most unruly purple-faced brawny man without backing down. This angle seemed to be gazing into the other's eyes, but it didn't actually bring him a sense of oppression.

Right now, Mo Yang can only go back to Piandian to recuperate if they are still afraid of him.

The flame crackled, and the man looked away as if showing weakness.

Mo Yang walked heavily towards the hall, the hunched man stuffed the blackened tattered cotton wool back into his sleeves, smiled flatteringly and backed away to make way.

Wherever Mo Yang passed by, those refugees shrank their hands and feet, not daring to block the way.

However, the corners of Mo Yang's mouth curved upwards, with a smile on his face, he nodded gracefully to those refugees who were shivering and avoiding, and walked steadily towards the side hall step by step.

Turning around the corridor, Mo Yang still didn't dare to relax until the crisp sound came.

"Master Mo! What a treat, then (ne, four beeps) what, I said you must be fine (si), no, you are coming back! I got wine from the owner of the car today." Wearing a blue satin headband with soft feet and wearing a black dog fur and brown jacket, the little man who couldn't distinguish between men and women walked up to him quickly.

Seeing Mo Yang's appearance clearly, there was a pause in the chattering, and the little man rushed forward, ignoring the ice on Mo Yang's body, he grabbed his arm and supported it with great effort.

Realizing that something was wrong, the clever little guy continued to say: "I kept the wine warm, and I'm sure my whole body will be warm after a sip..."

It was getting closer, and Mo Yang finally saw clearly that this little man had long eyelashes and a smooth throat, obviously a girl.

With most of his body leaning on the opponent, his footsteps felt a lot easier.

Mo Yang's downcast eyes blocked his thoughts: He knew that this was the benefit of the traveler, either a pretty maid, a gentle cousin, or a virtuous fiancee...

God is pitiful, but he doesn't know what identity he has arranged for him. The original body, Mo Yang, probably doesn't care about this girl, and there is no trace in the memory he received.

He supported Mo Yang and lay down on the bed behind the Buddha statue in the side hall. It was said to be a bed, but in fact it was just a bed with more straw on it, and some furs that were spliced ​​together by some unknown animals.

Immediately, the little man went to close the door and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that no one was following, he walked around the Buddha statue to check Mo Yang's situation.

Mo Yang's complexion was already yellow and bloodless like ginger, or it was still purple after walking through the wind and snow for too long, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he didn't know anything.

The little man's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to probe under the other's nose. He felt his breath, and just now he felt relieved and called softly, "Master Mo, Master Mo, don't scare Rong'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Rong'er..." Mo Yang remembered the name secretly, and continued in a somewhat rough and hoarse voice, "Bring the bottle of wine you mentioned, and use a clay basin to scoop snow outside the door...don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'll go now." Rong'er wiped the black ashes on her face, and the action of wiping her tears left a line, revealing a yellowish complexion.

She carefully handed the wine jar to Mo Yang, threw the hat she had just tilted off on the bed, turned her head, picked up the earthen basin kept under the incense table, and ran out the door.

She brought in a basin of snow from outside the door, and Mo Yang had already sat up from the bed, struggling with the frozen clothes on his body.

"Scissors." Hearing Rong'er's words, Mo Yang's frozen mind was a little dazed for a moment. It's not good to just cut off the clothes in front of this girl when we meet for the first time.

Rong'er silently opened the corner of the bed where she lived against the wall, and found a pair of iron scissors under the mattress on the side of the pillow.

This well-hidden pair of iron scissors is obviously cherished very much, the blade is smooth, and the handle is tightly wrapped with a thin cloth strip.

Rong'er held the iron scissors and came to Mo Yang's side...

(End of this chapter)