I am the sword fairy

Chapter 1 Seal
The snow came a little early this year.

Just at the end of October, a heavy snowfall came unexpectedly.

A thick layer was laid overnight.

A full seven or eight centimeters.

Looking around, Hanjiang County is covered in silver and a vast expanse of white.

In the distance, a young man in thin clothes, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, was walking hard on the snow.

The shoes were filled with snow, the legs were as heavy as lead, and the feet were numb and stinging from the cold.

"What the hell...why am I here in this damn place?"

"There are no snowplows, no modern industry, and no fucking money..."

"What sin have I committed?"

He relied on curses and complaints all the way to support his will, which he thought was strong but was actually not very strong.

When people are fine, they can't help but overestimate their ability to bear.

Looks elegant and calm.

Only when you leave your comfort zone can you understand the cruelty of this world.

There is an old saying that comes and goes.

But for Song Yu, who was in his early thirties and had a successful career, he never thought about coming.

The snow had stopped by now, and the sun was high in the sky, dim and dim.

You can't feel any warmth when shining on the earth.

Dragging his tired body back to the thatched house that had obviously become a dilapidated building due to its age and disrepair.

Throw the bundle of firewood on your back into the shed.

Looking at Hanjiang County with its towering city walls a few miles away, he sighed helplessly.

This kind of dilapidated house has almost become a cultural relic in his hometown. Wherever you find one, it will immediately become an internet celebrity check-in spot.

Any video you shoot can become popular!
Occasionally, he would look at it and reminisce about his childhood.

But if he were to return to this state of life again, he would just want to scold her.

My feet were as cold as cat bites. I sat at the door, took off my shoes, and rubbed them with the biting snow.

After a while, my numb feet finally felt something and began to feel warm.

I couldn't help but think in amusement: "I'm afraid today's children don't even know how to deal with it this way, right?"

He grabbed a stiff rag, wiped it clean, and inserted his feet into the cold shoes again, his face twisted.

But he didn't complain anymore and started to light a fire to cook.

As the fire inside the stove burned brightly, the room gradually began to gain some warmth.

Put the brown rice in the pot, take out a few potatoes from the cellar, peel and shred them, and prepare to fry the shredded potatoes later.

As for the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar... half of the jar of meat and oil is left, so I have to be frugal with the salt.

Things like soy sauce, oyster sauce, and cooking wine can only exist in memory.

The stove fire reflected the young man's handsome but melancholy face.

It has been seven or eight days since he came to this world, and Song Yu still hasn't been able to fully accept it all.

He couldn't figure out why he appeared in this place and became a miserable young man dependent on his sister.

But one thing is probably certain - he can't go back.

The days are very short in winter, and in a blink of an eye the sun sets and the sky begins to darken.

A howling north wind began to blow outside, and the rolled snow particles crackled on the window lattice.

It sounds cold.

Song Yu, who had already fried the shredded potatoes, was a little worried. With such heavy snow, could a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old be able to walk back?
I told her in the morning that if it was difficult to leave, I would stay at Cui's house where she worked.

The Cui family is a wealthy family in the county, and the head of the family is a well-known philanthropist. He knows the situation of his family and always takes great care of his brothers and sisters.

"It's so late, he probably won't be back, right?" Song Yu thought.

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from outside: "Brother, open the door, I'm back!"

Song Yu quickly stood up and opened the door, and saw a girl with a face flushed from the cold and a small package in her hand.

The girl stood tall and graceful, her eyes were lively and her nose twitched slightly: "It smells so good!"

Song Yu couldn't help but blame: "It's snowing so heavily and we have traveled more than ten miles. Why are you coming back? Didn't I ask you to stay at Cui's house?"

"I'm worried about my brother!" The girl's starry eyes were bright and she smiled coquettishly at him.

"Help me get it." He handed the package to Song Yu, untied the big cloak on his body, and said, "I'm not cold. Sister Ruoruo lent me this dress when she saw that I insisted on taking it back. I am dressed warmly!"

As he spoke, he carefully hung up the fox fur cloak, then picked up the feather duster at home and lightly swept it.

He glanced at the table and said with a crooked smile, "That's great. You'll have food to eat when you come back!"

Song Yu said: "It's almost cold."

"It doesn't matter, I brought back something delicious too!" the girl said, taking the package from Song Yu's hand.

After opening it, he carefully took out a box of snacks and half a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper.

"There are guests over there today, and a very sumptuous banquet has been prepared. Sister Ruoruo asked me to bring these to you..."

The girl placed the food on the table as she spoke, and couldn't help but swallow secretly.

Song Yu shook his head. He was a child after all and couldn't tell lies.

Miss Cui has only seen your brother two or three times in total. Will she ask you to bring food back?

He took the roasted chicken casually, tore it into small pieces, and put it in the pot to heat it up.

After a while.

The brother and sister were sitting at the table.

Song Yu picked up the only chicken leg and put it into his sister's bowl.

"Brother, eat it. I've already eaten it! You practice martial arts and need meat to increase your vitality." The girl gave Song Yu the chicken leg again.

Song Yu looked at her and smiled: "What kind of vitality can a chicken leg bring? It can only satisfy my greed. Coincidentally, I am not greedy now."

Clip it back to her again.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

If she had ever had a sister like this, she would have been doted on by him.

Song Xueqi looked at her brother in surprise.

For some reason, ever since he woke up from illness a few days ago, he seems to have become a little... strange?
The person is still the same person, but his temperament has changed a lot.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but facing my brother feels like facing Sister Ruoruo's father...the master of the Cui family.Could it be that this is what the old man said, being careful when you are sick?

But that’s talking about children. I’m an elder brother, how can I still be overly ill because of illness?
But this confusion is only fleeting. After all, this is her brother who she has depended on since childhood, the closest person in the world.

"Brother, if you feel better, go back to the martial arts school as soon as possible. Although we owe Uncle Huang a lot of favors, it is precisely because of this that we should work hard to improve ourselves so that we can have the opportunity to repay others in the future."

The girl tore open the chicken thighs gracefully, put more than half of it into her brother's bowl, and said softly.

Her brother's illness was sudden and severe. When he first woke up, he talked a lot of nonsense, which scared her.

But what really worried her was that although her brother was in poor condition at that time, his attitude was very determined for some reason!
He said that even if he died... he would not go to any martial arts gym to practice martial arts.

She was also anxious at the time and couldn't help but retort: ​​What else can you do if you don't practice martial arts?You can't read well.

As a result, my brother said in a daze: Although I am not a top academic, I still graduated with a lot of emphasis. I will not starve to death if I don't go to the martial arts gym... I promise to raise you well!

She has been reading and reading with sister Ruoruo for many years, but she can hardly understand what her brother is saying.

They were all frightened at the time, thinking that my brother had burned out his brain.

"Martial Arts Hall?" Song Yu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and pondered.

I thought to myself that your brother, with his weak body and poor foundation, could almost freeze while walking on a five-mile mountain road to collect firewood.

Except for the theoretical knowledge, which is indeed very solid, the rest is simply nonsense and is not material for practicing martial arts at all!
It's just that I can't say this to the well-behaved and sensible sister in front of me.

"I'll go." He nodded, giving a promise.

No matter how much you don't want to accept it, you can't keep hiding in this dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city. You have to go to the city to face this strange world.

"Really? That's great!" Song Xueqi breathed a sigh of relief, looking happy.

My brother finally recovered!
After the meal, she took the initiative to wash the dishes and boiled a basin of water for Song Yu's feet.

"Brother, go to bed after washing your feet. Let's go to the city together tomorrow!"

"it is good."

……

The night is deep.

After a tiring day at Cui's house, my sister had already put down the somewhat worn curtains and fell asleep.

Song Yu, however, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

While thinking about the future, he carefully looked at a small copper seal in his hand by the dim oil lamp.

There is something wrong with this thing!

The original owner of this body most likely died because of it.

No one took it seriously at first, just treating it as an old ancestral object.

Until a while ago, several antique dealers suddenly appeared in the county, collecting various antiques everywhere.

I am especially interested in seals, and the price offered is quite considerable. It is said that if someone is interested, the price can range from dozens to hundreds of seals!
This is not a small amount. The brother and sister's father died in the battlefield, and their monthly pension is only a little more than usual.

My sister works as a maid next to a rich man like Cui Ruo, so her status is not low, but including the reward, it's less than two thousand dollars a month.

It seems like a lot, but the prices in Southern Zhao are very high. After excluding the food and clothing for the two of them, plus some expenses for the original master's martial arts training, there is basically nothing left. Let alone buying a house in the county, even if you want to live in this shabby house now Even repairs are very difficult.

The young man was moved by this, thinking that it would be useless to keep the seal at home. If it could be exchanged for a large amount of money, he could save it and use it as a dowry for his sister in the future.

Otherwise, girls from poor families like them would easily be looked down upon by their husbands' families when they get married.

As a result, on the night when he came up with this idea, for some reason, he suddenly developed a high fever.

Then he became bedridden until his death.

His death was unclear and very aggrieved.

So much so that when Song Yu first traveled through time, he could still feel the boy's persistent obsession——

If I die, what will my sister do next?
Perhaps he sensed something secretly, and before the young man's thoughts dissipated, he left behind a trace of obsession: He must protect her!

It is precisely for this reason that Song Yu accepted almost all of it and perfectly integrated it with the boy's memory.

Including the blood-and-blood relationship between brother and sister who depend on each other for life.

Song Yu has always felt strange that although the young man's body is a little weak, he won't die just because he wants to, right?
After thinking about it, I can't think of any reason other than this seal that could cause a healthy young man to die without warning.

Of course, this kind of speculation is very metaphysical.

Originally he didn't believe this.

Even if he was dragged to fortune-telling by his little girlfriends before, he would only pick up good-sounding ones and listen to them casually.

Just think of it as chicken soup for the soul.

But his presence here at this moment is already the biggest mystery.

He couldn't help but believe it.

This seal is yellow and heavy in the hand.

Easily mistaken for gold.

It seems that it has been played with for many years, and some areas have become patinated.

Clumsy yet moist.

It really looked like an antique. No wonder the boy thought it could be sold for a good price.

The bottom of the seal is engraved with mysterious lines, and there seems to be a word hidden in the middle.

After Song Yu carefully identified it for a long time, he realized that it should be the word "bing" in ancient seal script close to oracle bone inscriptions.

He loved calligraphy since he was a child, and he would often write for peace of mind when he started his own business.

Apart from girls, this was probably one of the few things he always loved.

So although I rarely write in seal script, I can still barely recognize some simple ones.

"What does the word 'soldier' ​​engraved on the seal mean? Could it be that the previous owner was a general and made a special private seal for himself?"

The ancients did not have many ways to verify their identity. Making some special seals to convey messages was also a way of keeping secrets.

Song Yu gently rubbed the lines at the bottom of the seal with his hand, thinking about it, and murmured: "Bing..."

Huo Di!

A huge and unparalleled suction force suddenly struck without warning...!
In an instant, his body soared from the wooden bed completely uncontrollably.

With a "whoop" sound, he was sucked into an inexplicable space.

For a moment, Song Yu didn't even have time to be nervous, and there was only one thought left in his mind -

Sure enough it has something to do with it!

Are you going to send me back to Earth?
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(End of this chapter)