Chapter 155 The Transmigrated Boy Used as Cannon Fodder (Part Two) Mo Kaiyang reads…
Mo Kaiyang glanced at the food supplies left by his master. The variety was quite rich, with rice, flour, cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar all available. There were even dozens of large cabbages and two sacks of large radishes, as well as a considerable amount of cured meat.
After confirming that he wouldn't have to worry about food for a month or two, Mo Kaiyang went to study the trigger mechanism.
It was specifically written in a booklet recording the details of the cave that if you knock three times on the outer stone wall in a certain pattern, the kitchen door will close; and if you knock three times on the inner stone wall, it will open again.
It's likely that when he kowtowed, he triggered this mechanism, which opened the room where he practiced martial arts.
Mo Kaiyang did have some literary skills after all, and he could still understand traditional Chinese characters. The old man's study also had a fairly complete collection of books on martial arts, with very detailed explanations of introductory training methods.
His aptitude was indeed quite good. He learned by himself, stumbling and learning along the way, and actually managed to master martial arts.
But knowing how doesn't mean being an expert. The cliff was steep and there were no footholds. Mo Kaiyang wasn't a gecko, and after several attempts, he still couldn't climb up.
As food supplies dwindled, even the usually carefree Mo Kaiyang couldn't help but feel anxious. He even started considering tearing the clothes and sheets left by the old man into strips and seeing if he could get down the cliff.
Going down is always easier than going up, but I wonder if he'll be able to find his way out once he gets down there.
In order to last longer, Mo Kaiyang started to selectively eat more radishes when he ate his stored food, since they were not as durable as cabbage and were already starting to wilt.
After eating like this for seven or eight days, when Mo Kaiyang felt that he had been thoroughly pickled by the radishes, the sack of radishes was finally empty.
Then, Mo Kaiyang, who still couldn't climb to the top of the mountain, found a wooden box at the bottom of the sack that looked a lot like a radish.
The box had no hidden mechanisms and could be opened directly. Inside was a paper roll about the thickness of a finger, as thin as a cicada's wing. Mo Kaiyang gently opened it and discovered that it was actually a map that was half a meter long.
The map details how, starting from the inner side of the pool, one walks along a slippery, moss-covered rock face that's barely wide enough to stand on. At the corner, there's a hidden door; going through that door leads to a passage to the bottom of the mountain.
On a mountain range in the map, there were a few lines of small writing. If Mo Kaiyang hadn't had good eyesight, he probably would have thought they were just pine needles drawn on the spot.
Those few sentences were in classical Chinese, and it took Mo Kaiyang quite a while to understand the old man's meaning.
He meant that although Cloud Step is a light-foot technique, it can only be used on land and cannot be used to fly.
So, my dear disciple, don't even think about flying up from the cave entrance. It's several hundred feet high; even when he was alive, he couldn't have flown up there.
Mo Kaiyang stared blankly at the map for a long time. His image of the old man as a reclusive master and martial arts expert instantly collapsed, and he even had the urge to wake him up from his coffin.
That's so mean!
If it were someone who doesn't like radishes, they probably wouldn't realize it until they run out of food, and how devastated they would be then.
Perhaps fearing that his newly accepted apprentice might become enraged and overturn his coffin, he left a smaller inscription on another mountain range on the map, explaining the location of his estate.
Mo Kaiyang looked around the old man's tomb and found two large stones in the corner that looked like decorations. After triggering the mechanism according to the map, he found two stone boxes inside.
The box on the left was filled with jewels, while the box on the right contained large gold and silver bars.
The jewelry includes top-quality mutton-fat jade, jadeite, agate, not to mention gold and silver; together they probably weigh dozens of kilograms.
These items would be incredibly valuable even in modern times, let alone in ancient times. However, judging from ancient customs, these items were probably burial goods prepared by the old man for himself.
Mo Kaiyang wasn't demanding when it came to material things. He only glanced at it once before putting it back to the old man.
He wore a gold pendant around his neck and a jade bracelet on his wrist. His bag also contained some valuable items that would have been very expensive in ancient times, more than enough to cover his expenses. He had no need to use these things.
Mo Kaiyang, who had been living frugally for a long time, generously steamed rice, stir-fried most of a pot of cured pork and cabbage, and cut up a sausage he had brought from the modern world. He ate with his mouth full of oil and let out three burps before putting down his bowl.
Since he was going abroad, he understood the custom of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Mo Kaiyang changed his original mountaineering clothes into a low-key and stylish outfit, replaced his mountaineering backpack with an ancient-style bundle, and changed his sneakers into cloth shoes with multi-layered soles.
These things were prepared in advance by the old man and placed in the closet in his bedroom. They all looked brand new. However, his own belongings were neatly packed in a wooden box. It seems that this master had long planned to take on apprentices.
The clothes didn't fit perfectly, but that wasn't a problem; he always carried a sewing kit with him and could easily alter them.
Mo Kaiyang tidied his clothes, then pulled out a traditional-style fur coat from his bag. After skillfully putting it on, he even took out a mirror to check his appearance. He thought that his outfit should be flawless now.
Qingyun Peak is about 2,300 meters above sea level. In addition to its beautiful scenery, it is also the burial place of Wan Jun, a famous general.
Wan Jun was a famous and undefeated general of the Si Dynasty. He went to the battlefield with his father at the age of seventeen. After his father died in battle, he took command of the Wan family's 100,000 troops and never suffered a defeat for ten years. As a result, he was ambushed by the enemy country.
The enemy state fabricated evidence of his treason. The emperor of the Si Dynasty knew it was a trap, but he was still wary of Wan Jun because of his great power and high reputation among the people.
The emperor knew that the claim that Wan Jun had betrayed the country was utter nonsense, so he simply set up an ambush at Qingyun Peak to kill him. However, he never expected that the enemy country would find out about this and launch an attack at this very moment.
General Wan Jun was surrounded by nearly a hundred men but miraculously survived. He was wounded but still went to the battlefield, fighting for seven days and seven nights before finally perishing together with an enemy general.
The emperor also wanted to defame General Wan Jun's posthumous reputation and persecute his family on charges of being remnants of treason. Wan Jun's younger brother, Wan Xuan, who was only fifteen years old, stepped forward and, with the protection of the Wan family's generals, cleared his brother's name.
Unexpectedly, the enemy launched a counterattack with an overwhelming force of 300,000 men. The Wan family army, leaderless, was unable to resist. Seeing that the enemy was about to reach the capital, the emperor packed his belongings and led his wife, children, and the pampered princes and nobles of the imperial clan to abandon the city and flee.
Fortunately, although Wan Xuan was young, he had the demeanor of his father and elder brother. He led the Wan family army to meet the enemy and actually fought his way through all the obstacles and drove the enemy back.
That cowardly and vicious emperor, upon seeing this, still put on airs and demanded that General Wan Xuan welcome him back. He even shamelessly declared that if Wan Xuan did not welcome him, he would be a traitor just like his brother.
Fortunately, before his words could reach Wan Xuan's ears, he was attacked by the angry crowd nearby and beaten to death.
Wan Xuan, returning to the capital in triumph, was bewildered and surrounded by people, becoming emperor. He also followed his elder brother's last wish and buried him at Qingyun Peak.
The fragments of Wan Jun's armor and his weapon, the Wan Jun Sword, from the battlefield were pieced together and, after a thousand years, are still preserved in the museum at the foot of Qingyun Peak.
The bloodstains on the armor and the scratches from swords and spears give a sense of how fierce the battle must have been.
Even after a thousand years, the canyon where General Wan Jun was ambushed still bears traces of arrowheads, with a rusty arrowhead stuck in a crevice, a testament to the ruthlessness of the Si Dynasty emperor.
Mo Kaiyang went to climb Qingyun Peak, not just for exercise. He spent nearly a year replicating the armor from the museum, from materials to workmanship.
I came here to wear this armor and take a set of photos cosplaying General Wan Jun on the mountain to commemorate his heroic deeds.
That's right, Mo Kaiyang is a die-hard fan of General Wan Jun, and his huge backpack is filled with replica armor.
To show his admiration, Mo Kaiyang deliberately didn't take the cable car, but instead carried over 20 kilograms of armor and climbed all the way to the halfway point of the mountain.
In the words of his hiking buddy, he was like a complete idiot.
Mo Kaiyang was in good physical condition and climbed that high with great effort. Although he had to rest twice in between, he still persevered.
Unexpectedly, at a bend in the cliff, one of the railings suddenly came loose. His backpack was heavy, and he lost his balance, falling down the cliff.
Mo Kaiyang looked at his backpack and couldn't help but cough. He still remembered how his usually mild-mannered friend had cursed him as an idiot before he fell.
Of course, the armor was left in the cave. Mo Kaiyang wasn't really an idiot; he only brought the small mirror, the fill light, and a string of glass prayer beads that he probably forgot in his bag during his last cosplay.
He extravagantly used the remaining oil and flour to make fragrant pancakes, filled a whole bundle, and prepared to explore the secret passage.
While ancient handmade cloth shoes were comfortable to wear, they lacked the slip resistance and lightness of athletic shoes, and the clothing was not as convenient for activities as hiking gear.
Fortunately, Mo Kaiyang's lightness skill was effective, and he quickly found the hidden door.
As the stone door slowly opened, a soft sound came from the cave entrance, and the cave, which had been somewhat lit, became completely dark.
This was the first time Mo Kaiyang had discovered that the cave where he had lived for nearly two months actually had a door!
He glanced again at the lake beside him and the path beneath his feet, wondering if the old man had also created these.
His master went to all that trouble to hide in this remote corner; it must be because he's made too many enemies.
Several luminous pearls were embedded in the walls of the secret passage, and one of them had a handle, clearly prepared for Mo Kaiyang.
Holding the luminous pearl, he carefully moved forward in the dim light. As for his own supplementary light, he decided not to use it for the time being, in case there were any other mechanisms that were light-sensitive.
Mo Kaiyang walked along the fairly wide path, and the journey was relatively smooth. After about an hour, he reached the exit.
The exit was very small, just big enough for one person to pass through sideways. Outside, a waterfall hung down, obscuring the entrance, making it look like a hastily made version of the Water Curtain Cave.
Five or six meters below the cave entrance is a lake formed by the waterfall. Mo Kaiyang is quite familiar with this place; he has taken many photos here.
Faced with the choice between going back to get a disposable raincoat and rushing down the mountain to dry the clothes, Mo Kaiyang ultimately chose the latter.
After taking off the wig and putting it in the package, Mo Kaiyang used his lightness skill to dart away, but because he couldn't find a foothold, he fell into the river with a splash.
Fortunately, he threw the package onto the shore in time, preventing his spare clothes and dry food from getting completely soaked.
After tidying himself up, Mo Kaiyang set off along the path he knew, but unfortunately, the path he was familiar with was developed in later generations. In other words, he got lost in the valley.
Perhaps because he was the protagonist of a time-travel story, Mo Kaiyang was quite lucky. When he wandered around until dark, he actually encountered a handsome man passing by in the valley.
The man looked to be about the same age as Mo Kaiyang. He was leading a similarly handsome white horse and letting it drink water and graze by the river.
After hearing about Mo Kaiyang's situation, he kindly pointed out the way out and even gave him specific instructions:
"It's getting late, and the mountain road is difficult to travel. Why don't you rest here for the night, young man? We can travel together tomorrow morning and look after each other."
The white horse beside him casually flicked its tail, and after eating a few bites of grass, it went to bite the man's sleeve, shaking its head and tugging at it, as if reminding him of something.
The man patted its head like he was coaxing a child: "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Spring came late this year, and the grass you like hasn't grown yet. Next time we come, I'll dig up more for you to take with you."
Judging from the appearance of the man and the horse, they didn't seem to need anyone to look after them at all; they were clearly just worried about Mo Kaiyang traveling alone on the mountain path.
Mo Kaiyang wasn't ungrateful. He took out some fried cakes from his bundle, gave one to each of the two men, and even imitated ancient etiquette by clasping his hands in a proper manner.
"Thank you for your help, brother. I am Mo Kaiyang. I have just come out of my sect for training. I heard that the scenery here is nice, but after wandering around for a while, I can't find the way out."
The man cupped his hands in return, saying, "Young brother, you're too kind. My name is Wan Jun."
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Author's note: Just a quick background, our Youyou is coming soon!
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