The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1 Xiang Yang
"One bow, two bows, three bows, the ceremony is complete, and the family members thank you."

After a thick and clear shout, Xiang Yang wept with two lines of tears on his face, and bowed to a man with a big waist and a round waist in a policeman's costume, and said in his mouth, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang nodded, sighed, and patted Xiang Yang on the shoulder, "My condolences are changing. Although the old Xiang is gone, life will continue. I have already told the county master that you should rest for a few days and wait for it to be dealt with." Good old Xiang's affairs, come to the government office again."

Xiang Yang nodded, with a hint of gratitude on his face. Before he could speak again, there was another person who came to worship and needed to return the gift. He could only repeat the movements and expressions just now, and turned to a person who was wearing satin clothes and looked very glamorous. thank.

This is a small mourning hall. The entire room is only about 20 square meters. Some places have peeled off the paint, exposing the yellow bricks inside. It looks very shabby and simple.

On the north side against the wall, a gray coffin is lying there. In front of the coffin is an incense table filled with white candles, filled with tributes, and white cloth strips are hung on the beam above. The whole scene is short of a black and white photo, but unfortunately, here is A feudal society similar to ancient China does not have that kind of tall things.

Xiang Yang is 15 years old this year. He has beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, a pair of red and phoenix eyes, but not flattering. He is wearing a white filial piety dress, which has a more ethereal and elegant demeanor. Anyone who sees him can praise him as a good boy.

Today is the second day of the coercion, and there are no less than 50 people from Anyuan County, big and small, offering incense to Xiang Daniu. It's just unbelievable.

Xiang Daniu, whose ancestral home was in Anyuan County, Qingjiang Prefecture, was an only seedling for generations, and his ancestors were old farmers who faced the land and turned their backs to the sky. The master provided some useful intelligence information and was taken into the government office as a government servant.

After working for a few years, Xiang Daniu was liked and valued by the county magistrate because of his honesty and honesty. For a big girl to marry a big bastard who doesn't know a single word, she is really envious of a lot of people in the county.

But after Xiang Yang came along, everything changed. First, Xiang Yang’s mother died of dystocia, and then the county magistrate who was kind to Xiang Daniu was promoted. The new county magistrate, Mr. Li, felt that Xiang Daniu was not promoted by himself. The person who got up was not loyal enough, so he was always asked to serve as a small policeman for more than ten years.

If it goes on like this, mediocrity is nothing at all, at least people are safe and have a stable life.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, the Heifeng Village outside the county town went down the mountain to plunder, Xiang Daniu, who had been languid for some reason, hacked two bandits to death bravely, and was hacked to death by others, and finally got After the county magistrate's commendation and praise, he was promoted to be an honorary head catcher after his death, and Xiang Yang was also exceptionally able to inherit his father's business, and was promoted from a small yamen servant to a county yamen catcher.

It can be said that the more than 50 people who came to pay homage to Xiang Daniu, except for a few old colleagues who have known each other for more than ten years, are mostly looking at the face of the county magistrate, otherwise a small catcher will die if he dies No, who cares about you.

As for Xiang Yang, once his only family member died, he would really be living alone in the world, without any relatives, if he could not go to the government office to work as a catcher and make a living, I am afraid that he would die soon. Drink the northwest wind.

In front of the mourning hall, most of the neighbors who helped Xiang Yang were neighbors, such as Aunt Wu who opened a steamed stuffed bun stall, Uncle Li who was a blacksmith, and Mr. Liu who was a student of Xiang Yang’s grandfather. Everyone wiped their tears Xiang Yang is also very uncomfortable, what a miserable child.

Outside the mourning hall, the sky gradually darkened, and everyone saw that no one came to worship, so they packed up and left. Before leaving, Aunt Wu handed Xiang Yang a small basket, touched Xiang Yang's head, and said distressedly,
"This is a steamed stuffed bun made by auntie. You can't go hungry during the night vigil. Don't force yourself. If you need help, just come to my house."

This is a simple village woman with sincere feelings, which moved Xiang Yang very much. She nodded repeatedly, and the hand holding the basket turned pale.

Mr. Liu stood beside Xiang Yang, touched the black beard under his jaw, took out a folded white paper from his arms, and handed it to Xiang Yang,

Xiang Yang took it over and opened it to take a look, only to see the words "Devotion to Duty" written on it.

"This is actually written by your grandfather to your father before he died. Although Daniel didn't know a word, he really did these four words. He defended the people and fought against bandits and died. Now you are also a catcher. It can be regarded as inheriting the father's business, so don't disappoint your grandfather and father's expectations."

This was regarded as an encouragement, Xiang Yang solemnly accepted the copybook, and bowed to Mr. Liu, "Don't worry, sir, Xiang Yang dare not insult the reputation of the ancestors."

As for Uncle Li who was blacksmithing, he didn't leave his hands empty either. After returning from outside the house, he put a Yanling knife with a scabbard in front of Xiang Yang.
"This is your father's saber. During the battle with the bandits in Heifengzhai, there were more than a dozen gaps. I have re-melted it and made it. It is much stronger than the one issued by the government. You accept it, and you will be on duty in the future." How can you not have a good knife?"

Uncle Li has dark skin and is not tall, but his hands are strong and strong due to long-term blacksmithing, and although he is not good at speech, he is also a kind and righteous person. Forging weapons, the amount of fine iron consumed is too much for a blacksmith who usually only repairs farm tools. , It’s not a small amount of money, this feeling, Xiang Yang wrote it down.

After sending away a few enthusiastic and simple elders, closing the red gate, and hanging it behind the gate with a crossbar, Xiang Yang just wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, looked up at the already dark sky, and smiled silently.

Walking to a water tank placed on the right side of the yard, scooping up a scoop and gulping it down, with the help of the last glimmer of light left before the world dimmed, Xiang Yang saw a strange and handsome face through the light of the water, and touched it. Touching it, it feels delicate in the cold, flicking it, it hurts a little, it really crosses time.

Xiang Yang of Earth is an otaku in his twenties. He likes to stay at home and read novels since he was a child. Later, he even used it as a means of making a living. Not to mention earning money, he can at least maintain food and clothing.

As a result, when I went home to visit relatives, Xiang Yang found a square piece of paper that was as white as snowflakes and could not write on it from an old house in his hometown. Because a piece of paper accidentally cut his fingertips, blood flowed out and seeped into the white paper, his soul was transferred, and he was in a daze. Came to this strange world from time to time, and transmigrated to a young man named Xiang Yang.

As for whether it is a loss or not?Xiang Yang felt that he had made a lot of money in this wave. Among other things, at least a body that was ten years younger was equivalent to allowing him to live ten years longer. How could he be unhappy?

What's more, according to the memory of the original owner, Xiang Yang, the world here is full of warriors who go up and down, flying over the eaves and walls. This is such a great attraction for visitors from the earth.

After being in a trance for a while, seeing that the sky and the earth were completely dark, Xiang Yang hurried back to the mourning hall, found a futon, knelt down in front of the incense table and the coffin behind, and began to watch the spirit.

He took up the body of someone else's son, so he naturally wanted to fulfill his son's obligations, but before he knelt down for a long time, Xiang Yang felt his mind suddenly sink, and a piece of white as snowflake, empty paper had appeared in his In my mind, my eyes are filled with a blank sheet of paper.

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