Shen Zhaoli

When she woke up, she felt pain all over her body like needles pricking her, which made her gasp for air.

"She's awake, remember to boil the medicine," an old voice came, "Thank you, sir," another young voice said.

She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a handsome man in his 20s walking towards her. She always thought that white clothes were the standard attire of immortals, but she never thought that the stone-blue collar he wore could give off the aura of a banished immortal, so spotless, elegant and otherworldly.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. This is my humble home. A few days ago, I saw you seriously injured and fainted, so I rescued you. Please ask a doctor to treat you." The man's voice was calm and gentle.

Lin Yuan looked at him quietly, smiling politely but saying nothing. In fact, her brain was working at high speed, her heart was beating nervously, thinking about how to get away with it.

The man asked, "My name is Shen Zhaoli, a local. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Lin Yuan finished her speech and told it all, "Lin Yuan, Lin as in the forest, Yuan as in flying kites in the east wind. You can just call me Xiao Yuan. Thank you very much for saving my life, sir. But I have lost my memory. I don't remember who hurt me, and I don't know where my home is."

Satisfying the other person's curiosity with a burst of energy will greatly reduce the probability of being asked too many questions.

Shen Zhaoli thought for a moment, then comforted her, "Then I'll go find a doctor to see if there's any way to make the young lady remember. Miss Xiaoyuan, just rest and recover."

"Eh?" Lin Yuan grabbed Shen Zhaoli who was about to find a doctor. Shen Zhaoli turned around in surprise. Lin Yuan withdrew her hand embarrassedly, "Hey, no need to find a doctor. I will remember it in a few days. It's just a temporary amnesia." Lin Yuan nodded vigorously with a firm look.

Seeing how determined she was, Shen Zhaoli agreed to her wish.

After watching Chen Zhaoli leave, Lin Yuan realized that her palms were sweating. She immediately entered her sea of ​​consciousness: "System, system, why don't I have the original owner's memory? Why was the original owner seriously injured? Who is she? Did I reveal my identity just now by being credulous..."

The system froze after being asked four times in a row. After a while, it spoke again: "Host, don't panic. This is a martial arts world. There are no ghosts or monsters. The original owner was seriously injured by a mysterious person and died before being rescued. Your soul can enter the original owner's body. As for the memories and the original owner's identity... the system cannot control them. The system does not know."

"Can I check Shen Zhaoli's information?" At least you have to know the details of the people around you.

The system said pitifully, "Sorry, the system is at a low-level version and cannot be queried. You can upgrade it later by accumulating points."

"What's the use of you?" Lin Yuan rolled his eyes and complained silently: It is indeed a three-no system - headless, brainless and incompetent.

One day, the wind was gentle and the sky was beautiful, with swallows dancing and orioles singing. Lin Yuan was strolling leisurely in the small courtyard, looking around. It was a simple but neat wooden house with a stone table, a few stone seats, and four walls.

She opened the door a crack. There was no one in the alley and it was quiet. However, the shouts and hawking sounds in the distance were clearly audible. Lin Yuan suppressed her urge to go out for fun.

The original owner was probably a gangster and had enemies, and she didn't want to lose her life just by going out once.

After walking a few steps and sitting down again, Lin Yuan played with the small knife left by the previous owner. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and shone with a cold light, but what she liked most was the blue gem on the scabbard. The gem emitted a faint blue light and was smooth and translucent. Perhaps this knife could reveal the original owner's identity.

However, daggers are universal and mostly similar, and there are too few clues to make this hope slim.

Lin Yuan pinched her cheek and looked at the small mole on her left arm. "It's really strange. We look the same, even the mole is the same. Haha... Maybe this is me in a parallel world."

Lin Yuan shook her head, her mind no longer wandering. She picked up a pen and began to copy the ancient characters left by Shen Zhaoli.

Also, this year is the sixth year of the Qingji period, so Lin Yuan speculated that this was not any real dynasty.

As she thought about it, her mind wandered and her thoughts became outrageous.

When I first entered this world, I was an "idiot" who knew nothing. I had to learn how to write, and I had to understand the background of the dynasty. Shen Zhaoli always taught me patiently and kindly. How could there be such a gentle person!

Lin Yuan once asked him curiously: "Mr. Shen, aren't you afraid that my amnesia is fake?"

Shen Zhaoli smiled as softly as the breeze and moon: "The girl doesn't seem like someone who would lie. Even if she is, she has her own difficulties."

Lin Yuan was touched. People like this are most likely to be deceived by bad people.

This is generally the case with self-strategies and random thoughts in the world.

At this moment, the system, which had been dormant for a month, came out to do its thing: "Ding Dong! Mission released: In two days, the host will go to Jinghu Sect to become a disciple and learn martial arts."

Lin Yuan was confused and asked, "What the hell is Jinghu Sect?"

System: "It is one of the four major sects in the Jianghu. It protects the land of Xuzhou, accepts talents from all corners of the world, and cultivates outstanding men of literature and martial arts. Among them are royal children and down-and-out families. If the host goes there, he will definitely have great potential!"

"No, you go if you want to go!"

The system was stunned. "I've been working on the system for so many years (three years, one host), and I've never seen such an unmotivated host."

Fight monsters and level up, reach the pinnacle of life, or own a great kingdom, or charm the king to avoid court early, or cultivate immortality and become invincible in the world, how desirable it is! It is simply the dream of the male and female protagonists in the time-travel genre!

System: "Why? Don't you like the peak of your life?"

Lin Yuan lowered his eyes and thought deeply, then sneered, "I'm unskilled in both literature and martial arts, my position is low and my words have no influence, I can't even tie a chicken, and besides cooking, I don't have any other skills. How can I achieve great things? And the pinnacle of life? You're kidding me, I won't go!"

"Hmm... I understand. The system can give you a green card to join the faction, life insurance, and martial arts secrets, so that no one dares to bully you. If the host does not carry out the mission, his soul will be destroyed."

Lin Yuan wanted its guarantee. His expression eased slightly, and he looked around and said, "Oh, now give me what you promised."

A golden light flashed, and a jade plaque with the words "Jinghu Sect" and a martial arts manual with the words "No Sword in the World" appeared before him. "Huh? Where's the life protection?" The system replied, "It will take effect when life and death are at stake."

She solemnly took the secret book and jade token. The morning sun, as orange and golden as gold, sprinkled on Lin Yuan's slightly curled eyelashes, casting a shadow, making her eyes look deep and profound.

After flipping through a few pages of the secret book, she frowned and slapped her head. I'm not an employee, why should I take it so seriously?

As long as your life is protected, everything will be fine, just keep on playing badly!

So she threw the book and token into the virtual storage room and continued to copy the calligraphy leisurely.

However, what she didn't know was that this "life guarantee" would make her feel heartbroken and regretful in the future.

"Xiao Yuan, I just went to the market to buy wontons and buns, try them." Shen Zhaoli pushed the door open and walked along the stone path. The hem of his clothes brushed against the green grass between the stone slabs. He put the food box on the stone table.

Lin Yuan dropped her pen and instantly stood up straight, her eyes filled with tiny starlight as she smiled. If Lin Yuan had a tail, it would definitely be raised and swaying happily. "Master Chen! Thank you very much."

"Nothing." Shen Zhaoli was amused by her cute expression.

The wontons in the bowl were white and plump, rising and falling in the steaming soup, with tiny shrimps and green chopped green onions running around the spoon.

Lin Yuan first took a sip of the soup, then blew on the wontons in the spoon to cool them down, swallowed them in one gulp, and chewed them slowly in her mouth.

The dough is smooth and soft, and the meat is fresh and fragrant, but the only drawback is that the meat tendons are too hard and easy to get stuck in your teeth. I guess the boss wants to save money on meat.

However, Lin Yuan was busy eating, and Shen Zhaoli did not notice the change in her expression.

Lin Yuan explained her itinerary to him, and after Shen Zhaoli asked a few questions, he stopped trying to keep her.

The next day, Lin Yuan and Chen Zhao left the government office to get the ultimatum.

After passing pavilions and towers, and passing through green grass and red trees, they came across a man wearing a crimson official uniform and a white gold and jade hat crown on his head. He had a long face that looked very much like a donkey's head.

The two stepped aside, and Shen Zhaoli bowed. The long-faced man glanced at them and said jokingly in a sarcastic voice, "Oh! Master Shen is also going to enjoy the blessing of a beautiful woman. Your grandfather would be deeply pleased if he knew about this."

Shen Zhaoli's grandfather was a first-rank Right Censor-in-Chief of the imperial court. His son had no interest in a career in politics and preferred to travel around. Moreover, his descendants were few and his fathers died early, so his family fortunes gradually declined. Adding to this, the emperor was incompetent, and the Shen family lost power, like monkeys scattering when the tree fell.

However, as the descendant of an important official, he was extremely humble and never put on airs. He was a model of a "modest gentleman."

After Shen Zhaoli finished his ceremony, he straightened his body, like a bamboo branch tapping the snow, and the rustling wind blew without changing his posture, faintly revealing the arrogance of a scholar.

"Master Zhang, please don't joke. This is my friend who came to visit me. You are going to meet Master Zhou, right? Don't miss the time and keep Master Zhou waiting for a long time." There was no trace of anger in Shen Zhaoli's words.

The long-faced man glared and gritted his teeth, "You better be careful, kid, hum!" Then he threw his clothes and left.

Lin Yuan suppressed the urge to beat him up, fearing that she would cause trouble for Master Shen if she acted impulsively, so she had no choice but to let the man go. She frowned and asked, "Master Shen, who is that? So arrogant."

Chen Zhaoli stroked Lin Yuan's soft hair and smiled helplessly, "It's just a bluebottle. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. There's no need to let it ruin your mood."

The two came to the case, Shen Zhaoli stamped the ultimatum, and handed it to Lin Yuan along with the money.

"Xiao Yuan, this is the money you earned from knitting. Feel free to accept it."

Lin Yuan took it, she knew very well how much those little gadgets could be sold for? Mr. Shen must have added a lot.

But she really needed it. Lin Yuan swallowed her refusal and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, sir."

After traveling thousands of miles, there is always a farewell. The two walked to the riverside and the fishing boat stopped.

"Let's stop here. I will always be grateful for your life-saving grace and hospitality. If you have any questions, I will be willing to serve you." Lin Yuan thanked him.

He really is a good person, but perhaps I will never see him again. Lin Yuan's mind echoed with these words.

Lin Yuan took a step forward and hugged Shen Zhaoli, just hugging him. Before Shen Zhaoli could react, she stepped back after two or three seconds. She smiled and waved her hand casually, "Goodbye, young master."

Some people say goodbye, but when they turn around, they are gone forever.

Shen Zhaoli was slightly startled. She always had strange words and actions, so was this her unique farewell? After a moment, he returned a gentle smile: "Take care, Xiaoyuan."

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"The flower is like her, the willow is like her, the flower and the willow are in their prime, but people are parting..." The boatman rowed and sang softly.