Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 1: Alien King
The tenth year of the Republic of China, the Year of Xinyou.

It has been ten years since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, but the war has never stopped on this land.

The Qing Dynasty was gone, and a provisional government came. The provisional government was gone, and the Beiyang warlord government came.

From the first year of the Republic of China to now, in just ten years, the masters of this land have changed one after another. Today you are in power, tomorrow you will be out of power, today you beat me, tomorrow I beat you, but no matter who beats who, in the end only the people living in this land of China are still suffering, today they don’t know what tomorrow will do, tomorrow they don’t know when it will come, they eat the food of pigs and dogs, do the work of cattle and horses, but live like zombies, confused and unaware of the end of the year.

They don't understand why their lives haven't gotten better even though the sky above their heads has changed one after another, but have gotten worse and worse.

The people who could answer their question were still slowly searching for the answer in the countryside, in the city, and among the working people.
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Fujian is a land of fish and rice.

The natural disasters and man-made calamities brought about by years of war have made this land of fish and rice somewhat unworthy of its name. But compared with the suffering Central Plains and the disaster-stricken Guangdong and Guangxi, this place is much better. At least in this small town, it is rare to see a bit of vitality.

There is no other reason, because there is a mountain here, and in the mountain there is a strange man named Zuo Rutong.

The strange man has a mysterious sect called Sanyi, which is located here. Most of the disciples in the sect are local gentry and descendants of famous families. Under the care of each other, even the warlords and bandits within a hundred miles have to give Sanyi some face and not be too presumptuous in the territory of Sanyi. Under the protection of Sanyi, the life of the nearby small town and water town is a little better, which allows the people to live a little better and not suffer from the years of war. Naturally, the people in the surrounding area also call this strange man who protects their lives an immortal, and call him Daying Immortal.

At this moment, in a certain place in the town, the sound of gongs and drums was heard, mixed with the voices of children, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

At a glance, I saw several ragged but clean beggars walking on the street beating gongs, attracting a crowd of onlookers. At the same time, I could see that among these beggars, there was a young man who was tall and strong. Although his clothes were simple and it was hard to tell that he came from a wealthy family, in this chaotic world where one may not know what will happen tomorrow, with such a physique, even if he became a soldier who exploited the locals, he could still have a good meal before he died and die a well-fed ghost.

What attracted the crowd to stop and watch the beggars beating drums and gongs but not leaving was the temperament of this young man.

He looks ordinary, like a simple and honest eldest son who works with an old farmer in the countryside. His eyes are bright and full of youthful vigor, which is different from that of a rich kid who has never known hardship, or a child who has a carefree childhood.

He is more like a vitality, a vitality that is full of life and the vitality that makes all things flourish.

Even in this small town protected by the Sanyi Sect, which was free from war, this was rare. After all, everyone knew that this rare peaceful life was due to the blessing of the Sanyi Sect and the group of gentry and powerful sons recruited by the Sanyi Sect. However, when human power is limited, there will always be places that cannot be taken care of. If there is another big change of the royal flag one day, who knows whether the future of this place will be better?

Right now, they just have to live day by day, store more food while life is still good, and don't be left with nothing to live when war comes. So even if they live in a small town protected by the Trinity Gate, they seem to live in peace and contentment, but they are still worried about the war. Everyone is full of energy, but also has an indescribable sense of decadence.

The only thing was the young man who was bowing to the spectators at this moment. He was full of vigor and vitality. Looking at the energetic face of the young man, the spectators also had smiles on their faces.

"My dear fellow villagers, the Ghost Hand King who showed off his skills in front of you a few days ago is my mentor. Recently, the old man is tired and is resting at his place of residence. As his disciple, I have no choice but to do the hard work and show off my unsightly skills for him. If they are not pleasing to you, I hope you will bear with me. Finally, if you have money, please support me with money, and if you have people to support me with your presence, I, Wang Yi, would like to thank you very much."

After bowing, the man named Wang Yi, who claimed to be a disciple of the Ghost Hand King who had been showing off his skills in recent days and attracted the children of the nearby Trinity School to linger, waved his hands, and a stack of paper people he had cut out long ago flew into the air, and they seemed to come alive under Wang Yi's waving of his hands.

They each have their own ideas and actions. They fall from the sky, stand still, and do their own things.

Some of them took out suonas from the tools Wang Yi brought with him and started playing them in a serious manner along with the gongs and drums put down by the beggars. It quite sounded like some ditty.

Some of them turned into street performers, performing a show of paper figures wielding fancy spears and breaking rocks with their chests. This would be a thrilling performance for ordinary people, but because they were made of paper figures, it was more interesting and drew applause and cheers from the audience.

"Brother Wang, your methods are no worse than your old man's!"

"Oh, this is not pleasing to the eye. How skilled must your old man be?"

"It's not very high, only about three or four stories high. I still have to climb slowly~"

His simple smile and constant bowing drew cheers from the crowd.

Soon, dozens of copper coins were thrown out from the hands of the spectators and landed on the gong held by the beggar, making a clanging sound. Among them, a rich young man was even more generous, raising his hand and throwing a silver dollar, which was very crisp and loud.

“Thanks for the reward!!!”

Naturally, the young Wang Yi's voice became louder.

After showing off their skills and watching the excitement, everyone naturally went back to their homes and their mothers. Wang Yi also stopped his tricks and packed up his business with the beggars who came to help, preparing to divide the profits.

"One for you and one for me. One for me and one for you. All right, Kitty, go back and take care of them. I'll buy some food and come find you guys after I close the stall here."

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on those brats!"

The older beggar, who was called "Mao Cub", clapped his chest loudly as he looked at the dozen copper coins strung together in his hand.

"Don't spend money recklessly. I'll bring the food over."

After giving another warning and watching the beggar leave with a few brothers who came to help, Wang Yi restrained his smile and looked at the dozen copper coins and three silver dollars in the brocade bag and smiled.

"It's OK. I have a plan for food for the next half month. I just don't know if that old fellow Ghost Hand King has fought against Zuo Ruotong now. Enough is enough. You picked up a man like me to inherit your legacy, but you still want to keep your eyes on that evil boy Li Muxuan. No wonder Zuo Ruotong wants to deal with you."

Wang Yi counted the small treasury in the brocade bag, but said something that only he could understand.

His name is Wang Yi. He is an alien and a time traveler.

As the name implies, Yi Ren means someone who is different from ordinary people and has inhuman means. A time traveler is a person who travels through ancient times and the present, just an unlucky guy. He is a Chinese from the 21st century, but because he met a truck time traveler on the road, he was directly sent to the first month of the first year of the Republic of China, to the war-torn years nearly a hundred years ago, and he was transformed from a young man of or years old to a -year-old child, and a homeless -year-old beggar.

In those war-torn years, let alone a seven-year-old beggar, even if he was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, it would be difficult for him to survive in such a chaotic world.

So he suffered from war as soon as he landed, had no food to eat, and was in danger of dying every day, like a walking corpse. He wanted to die, but since ancient times, there was only one way out. He knew that he was born in a chaotic world and was worse than a dog, but he could not end his life. He tortured himself like this, and when he was about to starve to death and become someone else's meal, he was picked up by an old man, and that's how he survived.

The old man's surname was Wang, so he took the old man's surname. He was found in the first year of the Republic of China, so his given name was just one character. As for his previous name, he probably couldn't remember it even if he remembered it, and it would only add to his troubles if he thought about it.

Fortunately, he was picked up by Old Wang, so he survived and followed Old Wang around the streets, surviving in this chaotic world. As he got to know Old Wang better, Wang Yi realized that this Republic of China was the Republic of China he knew, but also the Republic of China he didn't know.

Because Old Wang is an extraordinary person, he masters a skill called Reversing All Directions.

It looked like a magic trick, but it was indeed an incredible method. Perhaps because of the favor of the Truck Traveling Heavenly Venerable, Wang Yi, who was originally an ordinary person, was sent to the chaotic times of the Republic of China. While becoming a seven-year-old beggar, he also became a seed of innate Qi training. Old Wang saw Wang Yi's roots and, out of interest, taught Wang Yi the Qi training method of reversing the eight directions.

Old Wang had a keen eye, but it was not bright enough. He saw that Wang Yi was a potential Qi practitioner, but he could not tell how strong Wang Yi's Qi practice foundation was. So after teaching Wang Yi his unique entry-level method of the Eight Reversed Methods, he did nothing more and just let him follow him around and serve him as a disciple.

In this way, through the years, he survived from the first year of the Republic of China to the current tenth year of the Republic of China, the Year of Xinyou.

As his own cultivation level improved, apart from his real name which he didn't want to remember, he slowly remembered some stories about the strange people during the years of the Republic of China.

The gathering of thirty-six thieves, the Jiashen Rebellion, the past of the Sanyi Sect, the battle between the Tang Sect in Shu and the Bihe Mountain Ninjas in the northeast, and Zhang Zhiwei, the old Taoist priest who was second only to the emperor, all of them came to his mind one by one.

We also understand that in this turbulent time, these seemingly earth-shaking events are just a ripple in the tide, which cannot create any big waves and cannot influence the current situation.

This is no wonder. If the alien's methods were unfathomable and he could influence the outcome of a war, this chaotic world would have ended long ago. How could there be a hundred years of turmoil, people's miserable lives, and even the near-collapse of China and the extinction of the nation?

But there are some things that you are only qualified to speak about if you have experienced them.

Wang Yi, a 21st century Chinese living in a peaceful era, did not understand or could hardly empathize. But by chance, he came to the Republic of China a hundred years ago and was close to life and death. He understood and realized how much sacrifice the martyrs made for their descendants and how many great achievements they made to bring today's peace.

In this case, just treat it as if you have come to a Republic of China that you are familiar with. Anyway, whether there are more or fewer strangers, it doesn't seem to affect anything. As a person from the future, if you come to the current chaotic world, knowing the general trend of the future, if you don't do what you should do, meet the people you want to meet, and try to do some things to fulfill your wishes under the premise of knowing the general trend, it seems a bit unreasonable to be a person who deserves to die.

However, he never told these thoughts to anyone else, not even to the strange man Old Wang who adopted him and taught him his methods.
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The idea turned into a seed that took root in his heart and sprouted. He kept moving his feet and went to the tavern to get two meals. One was delivered to the dilapidated temple in the town, where the beggars were, and he gave the beggars food and drink. After watching them finish eating and drinking, he used the Qi in his body to carefully check the beggars' bodies to confirm that there were no problems. He reminded them to cover themselves with quilts at night. Then Wang Yi carried the food and wine for Old Wang and walked towards a house outside the town.

Old Wang is a strange man, his full name is Wang Yaozu, he has a unique skill learned from martial arts that allows him to turn all directions upside down, and he joined a sect called Quan Xing.

But it is more like a sect than a school.

Quanxing originated from Yang Zhu, one of the Hundred Schools of Thought in the Warring States Period. It emphasizes the preservation of one's nature and not burdening oneself with material things. The idea is to benefit the world without taking even a tiny bit, which is the way of a saint. However, it has developed into a sect where people are ignorant and do things based on their emotions. In the world of people, people are punishable by anyone. You can do whatever you want, and then you can declare yourself a member of Quanxing. Everything you do has an excuse and a reason.

Naturally, the famous and upright people in the martial arts circle will not have too many concerns when trying to kill you, because you are Quan Xing, and that is enough.

Wang Yaozu was a disciple of Quan Xing. He was neither good nor bad. The most immoral thing about him was that he used his hands to steal from all directions. If he stole from a rich family, it would be fine. If he lost the money, it would be lost. But if he stole from a poor family, that would be the family's life-saving money. If he lost it, he would lose his life.

Wang Yi didn't know how many of these immoral things Wang Yaozu had done before, but since Wang Yi started practicing Qi and was able to follow Wang Yaozu, he had quarreled with Wang Yaozu many times because of this. But he never quarreled with Wang Yaozu, because he was the one who taught him the skills and saved him. If he really quarreled with him, he would destroy his skills, break his limbs and let him fend for himself. In this world, no one would say anything bad about Wang Yaozu.

Every time after Wang Yaozu got something from a poor family, he would find various reasons to let Wang Yaozu stay in the local area for a few days. He would then use the methods he learned from Wang Yaozu to find a few landlords, show off, and return the money he earned to the poor families that Wang Yaozu had stolen from.

Although doing so is self-destructive, there is no other way.

It was not my own idea to come to this chaotic era of the Republic of China. It was Wang Yaozu who saved me when I couldn't survive, and it was he who taught me how to make a living.

This was his fate. He had no choice in his birth or his teacher. The only thing he could choose was the path he would take next.

Just like now, when Wang Yi knew that the area within a hundred miles was protected by the Sanyi Sect, a mysterious and upright sect among the extraordinary people, he knew that the Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu was destined to have this disaster and was destined to have a fight with the Sanyi Sect's leader Zuo Rutong because of a naughty child.

This farce even led to the death of Zuo Rutong, the head of the Trinity Sect. It was indeed a tragedy, but it was not that important in this chaotic world where life was worthless.

It's just thinking, but there are things that need to be done. After all, his life was given to him by that old bastard Wang Yaozu, and his skills were taught to him by him. Although he didn't teach him everything, he is not completely ignorant. It's just that he was too lazy to teach and too lazy to ask. He has to rely on himself to figure it out.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi arrived at a dilapidated house outside the town without touching the ground or raising any dust. He pushed open the door, but found that the house was already empty. After a moment of hesitation, Wang Yi understood.

"Then it looks like today is the day. No wonder you stayed in the house all this time and asked me to go out to perform. You must be trying to find a way to get that bad boy Li Muxuan to be your disciple. I don't believe it if Changming Yegan Yuan Jingui is not instigating this. It's a good opportunity to teach him a lesson and see if he can be repaired."

Talking to himself like this, Wang Yi knew very well what was going to happen next.

He closed the door gently, turned his head, roughly identified the direction, and turned into a shadow and ran in the identified direction. From beginning to end, the food and wine in Wang Yi's hands did not spill at all, and were not stained with any dust.

In a forest outside the town, Zuo Rutong, the head of the Sanyi Sect of the Xuanmen Orthodox Sect, who protected the area within a hundred miles, was protecting a confused and puzzled child about ten years old with disheveled hair behind him with a cold look on his face. He was looking at the old man in his sixties with a mouth full of rotten teeth in front of him, and the middle-aged man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks who were watching the show nearby. Faintly, white steam was coming out of Zuo Rutong's body.

(End of this chapter)