Chapter 1 The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain From now on, your name will be Lin Jianyu. ...
"That little rascal can run pretty fast."
"Run! Run some more!"
"Why did you stop running?"
The middle-aged man's angry punches and kicks rained down on the little beggar's frail body like a storm. The intense pain caused her to curl up, and she could only let out muffled groans of pain from time to time.
The middle-aged man who was assaulting her seemed oblivious, punching and kicking her for about ten minutes before his anger subsided. He picked up the wallet that had fallen to the ground, opened it, and saw that the money inside was still there. He then spat at her before turning and leaving.
He had barely left when the little beggar on the ground suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
After spitting out that mouthful of blood, the little beggar seemed to have all his strength drained away. His breathing became weak, and his vision became increasingly blurry.
In a daze, she seemed to hear footsteps approaching from afar, finally stopping in front of her.
She tried to open her eyes to see who it was, but the last bit of strength in her body wouldn't allow it. In the moment before she lost consciousness, she only vaguely saw a corner of clothing.
The clothes were very strange, unlike what people of their time would wear.
The person standing in front of her was a young Taoist priest, between the ages of a boy and a young man, around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a hint of childishness still lingering on his handsome face.
At this moment, he was looking at the little beggar lying on the ground with a bitter face and a worried expression, as if he was struggling with something.
After a long while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he squatted down, placed his palm on the little beggar's chest, and felt the little beggar's life force rapidly draining away. He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and slowly condensed a drop of blood from his heart, which then disappeared into the little beggar's chest.
The little beggar's wounds healed visibly after the drop of blood seeped into her chest, and even her pale face gradually regained its color, but this was not the end of it.
As that drop of blood entered her heart, her body began to undergo strange changes.
The originally delicate blood vessels bulged as if they were about to burst at any moment, and the body twisted in a bizarre posture, making sounds of bones dislocating.
An indescribable pain swept through his body, and the unconscious little beggar let out a scream.
Upon seeing this, the young Taoist priest quickly cut his finger and placed it in her mouth.
As the blood flowed down his throat and into his body, the little beggar's blood vessels began to return to normal. The pain subsided, and his body gradually stopped contorting. However, his face turned deathly pale, a stark contrast to the bloodstains on his lips.
The moon was high in the sky, and the night was growing darker.
A mountain breeze swept across the land, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, rustling the leaves, and occasionally chirping insects and birds.
The unconscious beggar slowly opened his eyes. Before him stood a towering tree, and beneath it sat a young Taoist priest in a robe, his eyes closed as if he were meditating.
Seeing this scene, the little beggar was somewhat dazed, unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream. Only when she saw the little Taoist's clothes did her memories from before she fainted gradually return.
Thinking about everything that happened before she lost consciousness, the little beggar did not doubt that she was dead, because she was a staunch materialist who firmly believed that there was no such thing as a soul after death.
The fact that she was still conscious meant that she was not dead, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was probably the young Taoist priest in front of her who saved her.
Just as she was about to take a closer look at her savior, the other person seemed to sense her gaze and suddenly opened their eyes.
The moment their eyes met, the young Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're finally awake."
"You saved me." The little beggar's voice rang out almost at the same time as him, hoarse as if he hadn't drunk water in a long time.
"I don't know if I'm saving you or not." The young Taoist priest frowned as he thought about her current physical condition.
He didn't know, but the little beggar did.
She is still alive and well. The pain she felt before falling into a coma has disappeared, and she has lost all sensation.
Wait, he's lost all sensation?
She tried to move her fingers, and thank goodness, she could still move them. But when she tried to lift her arms, she found that they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and she couldn't lift them at all. Her legs felt the same way, as if they were filled with lead.
In this situation, the only illness she could think of was paralysis.
Considering the young Taoist priest's ambiguous words, this was truly a bolt from the blue.
Just as she was sinking into despair, her stomach suddenly growled twice, and an unbearable hunger overwhelmed her. She no longer cared about being paralyzed; all she wanted was a good meal.
So she looked at the young Taoist priest not far away with a longing yet somewhat ingratiating gaze.
The young Taoist priest couldn't discern anything from her eyes, but he clearly heard her stomach rumbling. After receiving her gaze, he instinctively began rummaging through his trunk, eventually pulling out several packets of instant noodles that his senior brother had kept as a safekeeping tool at the bottom of the trunk.
"This is all I have, do you want some?" Actually, there were some dried fish, but those were things he himself couldn't bear to eat, and he didn't want to take them out unless absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, the little beggar wasn't picky about food, and he said "eat" quickly and loudly, as if afraid that the beggar would change his mind.
He seemed afraid she might change her mind, so he quickly handed her the two packets of instant noodles he was holding.
The little beggar didn't take it because he couldn't lift his arm.
"I can't get up, can you cook something for me?"
The young Taoist priest nodded, indicating that he could.
Then, he threw the two packets of instant noodles that he had originally handed to her into the fire in front of him.
Witnessing this scene, the little beggar was initially filled with rage, but then, with a sudden burst of strength, she sat up abruptly from her deathbed and rushed to the fire with all her might. Ignoring the scorching flames, she managed to pull out the two packets of instant noodles that he had thrown into the fire with her bare hands.
Fortunately, she was quick enough that her hands were not burned and the instant noodles were successfully rescued.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she heard the young Taoist priest beside her ask, "Aren't you going to cook it?"
Looking into his clear and innocent eyes, the little beggar couldn't tell whether he was genuinely asking or mocking her for being pretentious, having to cook instant noodles.
After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "You don't know how to cook instant noodles, do you?"
The young Taoist priest pursed his lips, reluctant to admit that he couldn't do it.
The little beggar could tell from his expression that he didn't know how.
She didn't actually know how to make it herself, but she had seen others do it. It was very simple: just put the noodles and seasoning packet into a bowl, pour in boiling water, cover it, and let it steep for a few minutes before eating.
They looked like they were in the middle of nowhere, and there was definitely no hot water, but the young Taoist priest had a small aluminum pot in his bag, which could be used for boiling.
He borrowed a small aluminum pot from the young Taoist priest and asked for water. The little beggar then built a makeshift stove and started boiling water.
Once the water in the pot boils, add the noodles and seasoning packet.
Not long after the noodles and seasoning packet were put into the pot, a unique and overpowering aroma of instant noodles filled the surroundings.
The little beggar couldn't help but drool from the aroma. After cooking for less than two minutes, he couldn't wait to pick up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth.
The noodles were piping hot from the pot; before she could even taste them, she was already grimacing from the heat.
Even though she was grimacing from the heat, she couldn't bear to spit out the noodles in her mouth. She kept her mouth slightly open, breathing out air as she chewed.
When she took her second bite, she learned her lesson and didn't put it in her mouth immediately. She blew on it a few times first before putting it in her mouth.
Because she was in a hurry, the noodles were still a bit hot when she put them in her mouth. So, in the little Taoist's eyes, she was chewing with her mouth slightly open the whole time, panting and not knowing whether she was enjoying it or suffering.
After finishing a pot of noodles, the little beggar felt like he had come back to life. Not only was he warm all over, but he also had strength. He could lift his arms and legs as he pleased without any burden.
I couldn't lift it before, probably because I was too hungry and had no strength.
"Are you full?" The young Taoist priest asked, seeing that she had finished the whole pot of noodles but still looked like she wanted more. He was worried that she hadn't eaten enough.
"I'm full," the little beggar said, letting out a burp.
This was the most satisfying meal she had ever had since birth, and also the only one.
She was very grateful to the person who treated her to this meal, her savior, and wanted to repay his kindness... ugh! She wanted to repay him with her body.
"I can never repay the debt of saving my life, except..."
"Repay me by being my ox or horse in your next life," the young Taoist priest interrupted her before she could finish speaking.
Little beggar: "..."
The little beggar is a staunch materialist who does not believe in an afterlife.
"Can't it be in this lifetime?"
"I'd be willing to be your slave for the rest of my life," the young Taoist priest said.
The little beggar didn't want to be his slave; she wanted to repay him with her body. But judging from his appearance, she knew he only wanted her to be his slave. He probably thought that repaying him with her body because of her looks wasn't repaying kindness, but rather repaying kindness with enmity. Just like she wanted to repay him with her body instead of being his slave in the next life, it was also because of his looks.
"Does it include meals?" she asked.
Well, whether she offers herself to him or works like a slave, what she cares about most is her own stomach.
"Tube."
Is it all-you-can-eat?
"I don't care." The young Taoist priest himself couldn't even get enough to eat.
Working like a slave without even being fed—this deal sounds like a losing proposition. But the little beggar patted her slightly bulging belly, smelled the lingering aroma of instant noodles in the air, and thought that such a feast, even if she didn't have to eat it every day, would be enough for her for the rest of her life.
Fine, I'll just have to be a beast of burden then!
She lived a life worse than an ox or a horse.
"make a deal."
“From this day forward, you will be my disciple,” the young Taoist priest said.
"Disciple?" The little beggar was clearly surprised that he would take her as a disciple, but then she thought that a disciple was someone who would serve his master like a slave, so it didn't seem wrong.
So she gladly accepted that she had gained a master, and even got up to give him a deep bow.
"Master, please accept my bow."
The young Taoist priest reached out and stopped her, preventing her from actually kneeling before him.
"The intention is enough; there's no need for these empty formalities."
Seeing that he was dressed in a Taoist robe and had an air of otherworldly wisdom, the little beggar thought that he was into the old-fashioned apprenticeship system and wanted to curry favor with him, so he knelt down to him.
Since he didn't care about that kind of thing, she didn't force him. She called him "Master," and their master-disciple relationship was established so hastily.
"My name is Lin Jinshui, the Lin Jinshui from 'The Peach Blossom Spring.' How should I address you, my disciple?"
"I have no name." The little beggar wasn't lying; she truly had no name. Her family and the people in the village used to call her "Little Bastard," a name she disliked and refused to acknowledge as her own.
Lin Jinshui wasn't surprised to hear that she didn't have a name, because most of the people in their sect didn't have names before they were taken in, including himself.
Do you know what my last name is?
The little beggar shook his head.
She was born because her mother cheated on her with another man. She didn't know her father's name. As for the man her mother cheated on her with, he never treated her as his child, and she didn't want to take his surname.
Of course, she didn't want to take her father's surname either, and considered herself a nameless person.
“Then let him take my surname, Lin. What should we call him?” Lin Jinshui thought for a moment and said, “How about Jianyu? Lin Jianyu, taken from the ‘fisherman’ in ‘The Peach Blossom Spring’.”
The little beggar had no problem with the name, but...
“Master, do you think it’s possible that I’ve never been to school and don’t know how to read?”
Lin Jinshui thought it was quite likely, because when he was first taken in by his master, he couldn't read either.
"I'll teach you later."
"good."
"From now on, your name will be Lin Jianyu."
"good."
In just a few words, the two decided on the little beggar's name.
From then on, the little beggar was no longer a little beggar. He had a master and a name, Lin Jianyu.
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Xu Chengfeng transmigrated into a book and became a minor character in a historical fiction novel.
In Hong Kong, where land is incredibly expensive, he had no car, no house, no savings, and all he had was a meager two and a half cents.
Looking at the familiar place, she calmly put the money into her pocket.
In her past life, she worked hard to complete her mission, only wanting to return to her hometown.
In this lifetime, she wants to stay, to stay by that person's side.
Before that, she had to conquer the empire before her.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
Okay, let's start by filling our stomachs.
Lu Jinbai is the true young master in the historical novel. He was secretly replaced by the family's servants when he was a child and sent to live on the mainland.
He returned to Hong Kong at the age of seventeen, but because he was inferior to the fake young master in every way, he was disliked by his biological parents.
From being cautious at the beginning, to trying hard to prove himself, to being framed, wronged, and kicked out of his home, it only took him a year.
At the age of eighteen, he walked alone on the cold streets of Hong Kong, wanting to end his absurd life.
Suddenly someone grabbed his hand and said to him, "Young man, I see you have extraordinary talent and must be a martial arts prodigy. Would you be interested in conquering the world together?"
Lu Jinbai: "..."
Damn idiot!
Later, this person became the richest woman in Hong Kong.
He became the man behind the richest man.
Mmm, being a kept man is really delicious.
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Gu Bei has a comrade-in-arms who is strong, calm, and invincible.
They have fought side by side for more than a decade. They are comrades-in-arms with excellent cooperation and the people they trust most.
Unfortunately, this camaraderie did not have a good ending.
He died on the battlefield, and she lived a lonely old age alone in the city.
Reborn, Gu Bei dumped the scumbag who would betray her in the future and resolutely ran towards her like-minded comrades.
At that time, Lu Changliu was still a naive young man, and his ears would turn red when he saw her.
Later, they got married, but she never saw the same person in him again.
Later, she discovered that all the strength, calmness, and impeccability were just an act. The real Lu Changliu was actually a fragile, clingy, and hysterical man who would pester her for affection over and over again, would act unreasonably taking advantage of her pampering, and would get red-eyed when she stood with other men.
Lu Chacha: "You don't love me at all; you're just using me as a comrade-in-arms."
Gu Bei: "So, should we still put it on or not?"
Lu Chacha: "Post it!"
[Reading Instructions]
1v1, both are virgins, the male lead is a "green tea" type, the female lead is a rational person who only wants to serve her country, and the male lead is a love-struck person who only wants to be with his wife.
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