Chapter 3

It was snowing. It was snowing heavily.

Tang Qingyu stood in the snow.

He remembered his name was Tang Qingyu.

His name was Tang Qingyu.

His name was Tang Qingyu.

…

Remembering his name should have been a natural thing, but at this moment, remembering his name was Tang Qingyu was a very difficult thing to do.

He spent a long time telling himself that his name was Tang Qingyu over and over again.

Then?

Then, like a person who just woke up from a dream, he opened his eyes and looked at the world in a daze. After some time, the memories of the past as Tang Qingyu started to come back.

He remembered his name was Tang Qingyu.

He remembered that his dream was to beat up Feng Qingyang.

He remembered that his dream was to go back to his hometown, buy a house, get a wife, and have children.

He remembered … Yes, in Wulin Legend, marriage and divorce were allowed, but children were not allowed. So his dream changed. What was it again?

It seemed like he wanted to be a famous hero.

There was still a lot of information running around in his head. He even had the illusion that the snow fluttering in the air was just bits of code and not snowflakes.

Just as he was thinking about this, a clap of thunder sounded in the gloomy sky. When he "woke up", the sky was still the same sky, the ground was still the same, and the snow was still the same.

He was Tang Qingyu.

No matter how chaotic it was, he remembered everything about Tang Qingyu. As Tang Qingyu's "soul", he firmly controlled all the information in his head so that he would not be drowned by the sea of data again.

Why did he feel that if he did not remember that he was Tang Qingyu, he would be drowned by the sea of data?

Well, he did not know … It was just an instinctive feeling of danger.

"Creak." The old wooden door opened with an ear-piercing sound. It once again pulled Tang Qingyu out of his "sleepwalking" state and allowed him to see everything in front of him.

It was snowing. It was snowing heavily.

He stood in the snow.

There was a Taoist temple in front of him.

The Taoist temple door opened.

A Taoist priest, who looked to be in his twenties, stepped out with a broom in his hand, intending to sweep the snow. When he saw Tang Qingyu, he froze for a moment, then immediately put on a flattering smile, trotted over, and said, "Sir, are you here to burn incense, or to invite me to perform a religious rite?

Our Taoist temple worships the Three Pure Ones. If you wish for peace, riches, and honor, marriage, and children, it will be very effective. Moreover, our temple's Taoist priests can perform all kinds of rituals, whether it's red and white matters, feng shui, catching demons, or eliminating evil, they are all very familiar! "

Tang Qingyu blinked as he looked at the Taoist who was trying to sell his products smoothly.

Raising his head, he saw the plaque on the door of the Taoist temple that he had overlooked. On it were three mottled golden characters: Chongyang Palace.

Qingyu Qingyu

Quanzhen Sect?

This is Zhongnan Mountain?

Zhongnan Mountain was not far from Chang 'an.

When Chang 'an was still a political center, there were many "hermits" who imitated Jiang Taigong and were willing to take the bait. They "lived in seclusion" here, waiting for the nobles in the prosperous capital to reach out to them. Therefore, this place was jokingly called "Zhongnan Mountain Shortcut".

Later on, Chang 'an was no longer the political center. Most of the people who came here to live in seclusion became Taoists who sought immortality. Later on, it was no longer a shortcut or a simple place for cultivation. It became a "sanctuary".

A master first built an ancient tomb on this mountain. Later, he built a Taoist temple next to the tomb. Because of the invasion of the alien race, to some extent, religion became the last shelter. After the master left, the temple was full of incense.

After the alien race left, the people near Zhongnan Mountain did not need to rely on religion for protection. The number of Taoists here decreased, and the incense gradually decreased.

At this moment, Tang Qingyu stood in front of the deserted and lonely Chongyang Palace. He thought about Zhongnan Mountain in Wulin Legend, about the Quanzhen Sect, and the Ancient Tombs. His heart was in turmoil.

So he was in Zhongnan Mountain.

Okay, but he was in Zhongnan Mountain. But when did he get there?

Tang Qingyu sank into his memories and questions. But his silence caused the Quanzhen Taoist priest to misunderstand something. His face fell, and he laughed coldly. He used a voice that Tang Qingyu could hear clearly even if he didn't have internal energy, "If you don't have money, don't be a big head ghost. Why are you loitering in front of our door!?

Do you think we want to talk to you!? "

Pulling his thoughts back from the memory, Tang Qingyu raised his head to look at the gloomy sky that was about to darken. Looking down at the half-foot-thick snow, Tang Qingyu smiled and said to the Taoist who had a worried look on his face, "Accommodation."

He subconsciously reached for his bag, and felt a money pouch at his waist. He opened it, and inside was a stack of silver notes, as well as some pieces of silver and gold beans.

He didn't count them, and directly took out a piece of silver and threw it to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest who caught the silver paused. He weighed it in his hand, and estimated that it was at least five taels of silver. The Taoist priest immediately switched back to his flattering smile, and said enthusiastically, "This benefactor is … …"

"Lodging." Tang Qingyu repeated.

Looking at Tang Qingyu, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had tender skin, the Taoist priest thought, "This kid looks so good, and he's dressed so luxuriously. Don't tell me he's from a rich family."

After muttering "Supreme Lord", the Taoist priest rolled his eyes, and said, "Young master, you're going out alone in this world of ice and snow?"

Tang Qingyu smiled, and slightly lifted the hem of his coat, revealing the long sword at his waist. He reached out and patted the Taoist priest's shoulder, and said, "Yes, I'm alone."

For a moment, the Taoist priest only felt that the well-proportioned slender fingers, which were like jade carvings, pressed on his shoulder like a thousand pounds. It was obviously a very gentle force, but the force was almost the same as being slapped by a strong man. He immediately shivered, and thought of some words that his grandmaster had said to him when he was still alive, "Don't bully some people just because they look easy to bully. In Jianghu, you never know the secrets behind these seemingly easy to bully people."

The Taoist priest shook his shoulders, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Young master, my Taoist name is Kiyoshi Genko. There are only two people in our temple, me and my master. There are many empty houses, but not often people live in them. They have been in disrepair for a long time, and the food in the temple is simple. If you don't mind … …"

"I don't mind." Tang Qingyu stepped directly into the temple.

Although he had not figured out what was going on in front of him, it was going to be dusk. It was snowing heavily, and the weather in the north could freeze people to death if they were not careful in the winter. He, who used to be a bodyguard all year round, certainly knew that, so how could he mind the "simple food" and "old house in disrepair for a long time"?

No matter if the sky was falling or the earth was sinking, the first thing to do was to find a place to stay.

Seeing that Tang Qingyu had come in, the Taoist priest weighed the ingot of silver given by Tang Qingyu, and said, "In that case, please follow me."

The Taoist priest led Tang Qingyu into the temple. As they walked through the main hall, they saw that the Three Clear Ancestors were worshiped, but it was obvious that they did not take good care of it. There were many places in the main hall where the paint on the wood was peeling. It was mottled, and it was obvious that it had not been repaired for a long time.

Walking from the main hall to the back, they walked for a long time. It could be seen that the Chongyang Palace was not small. There were many houses, but some had collapsed. Some did not even have window paper, and some did not even have windows or doors … … Kiyoshi Genko led Tang Qingyu to a courtyard. There were a few houses in the courtyard, but only one seemed to be in good condition. It also had window paper. There was a well in the middle, and the well was covered with wooden planks.

Kiyoshi Genko said to Tang Qingyu, "Benefactor, although the temple is big, but other than the place where my master and I live, this is the only place that can be considered habitable. The temple has been in disrepair for a long time, please forgive us."

Tang Qingyu smiled, and said, "It's okay."

Kiyoshi Genko continued, "There are bedding in the wardrobe, and there are some porridge and biscuits in the kitchen. If benefactor does not mind … …"

Tang Qingyu continued to smile, and said, "I do not mind."

… …

He put the package away. Yes, he was carrying the package.

It was only when he stepped into the house that he realized that he was carrying a package.

The package was made of sheepskin. It was very big and sturdy.

He suddenly remembered that he had just bought a sheepskin backpack from the trading house not long ago. He had replaced the silk backpack that he used to use, and had an extra 10 spaces.

He opened the package, and the things inside were vivid in his eyes: a box of blood recovery medicine, a box of mana recovery medicine, several rolls of silk of different textures, a medicine sickle, a small mining hoe, a fishing rod, a small knife, and some bits and pieces of food, sesame seed biscuits, and so on … … He opened the money pouch at his waist and counted the banknotes inside. It was exactly one thousand taels of gold, the scattered silver was about fifty taels of silver, and the gold was estimated to be more than ten taels of gold … … Compared to the two people who went to the shooting lanterns with Xiao Bai, the contents of the package and the money pouch were exactly the same as the amount of money.

At that time, he did not have much things and money in the package, because he had sold everything that could be sold, gathered all the materials, and used up all the gold in the package to exchange for an orange god-tier single-soldier sword.

He lowered his head and looked at the sword hanging at his waist.

The sheath made of white shark skin was inlaid with golden patterns and embellished with white jade.

It was a very gorgeous sword.

He pulled the sword out of the sheath. The blade was only two fingers wide. In the "sword" family, it could be said that it was an extremely "weak" and "thin" person.

The green blade light was forced into a line, like a fine strand of green hair, but the cold air was awe-inspiring, making the onlookers' hair stand on end.

It was a good sword, a peerless treasure sword. Moreover, it was an extremely light and thin sword, suitable for the sword techniques of the Huashan Sword Sect.

This was the orange god-tier sword that he was used to using, which was made of cold iron. He would not be mistaken.

He put the sword back into the sheath and looked at the hand that held the sword just now. The fingers were slender and beautiful, like white porcelain casting, glowing with a jade light. This was really a pair of excessively beautiful hands.

Tang Qingyu was a little lost in thought.

He suddenly wanted to see what he looked like.

Just now, he was so focused on talking to the Taoist priest that he did not understand a lot of things.

Now he wanted to see what he looked like. He wanted to make things clear.

He pushed open the door and went to the well in the courtyard. He wanted to get some water and use the water as a mirror. But when he moved the wooden board, he saw that there was a ladder at the mouth of the well. There were many cabbages and radishes inside.

So it was a storage well for the winter vegetables, and not a well.

Helpless, he returned to the house.

While he was packing, he found a small bronze mirror in the old drawer of the wardrobe.

Tang Qingyu was surprised.

A bronze mirror was not cheap. It was not something that ordinary people could afford. This obviously poor and declining Chongyang Palace actually had a bronze mirror. Moreover, it was not in the room of the Taoist priest Kiyoshi Genko and his master, but in this guest room.

It was a little strange.

Thinking like this, Tang Qingyu picked up the bronze mirror and looked at the familiar yet strange face reflected in the mirror.

He reached out and touched his face. The person in the mirror also reached out and touched his face.

That was him. That was his current appearance.

Eyebrows like the distant mountains flying in the sky. Eyes like the falling moon and stars, looking around with affection.

Skin like mutton fat with bone color. Lips like a pill with a hint of handsomeness.

This was a nice way to put it. In fact, he was just a pretty boy with long eyebrows and long eyes, thin lips and white skin. He was not cute but not too feminine.

But he was good-looking. He was really good-looking. So good-looking that it made people stop.

This was not a face that a person would have. A person's face would more or less have flaws. But this face did not.

This was not Tang Qingyu's face.

The previous Tang Qingyu's face was not good-looking. It was a big face, a little fat. His nose was a little flat and short. His lips were tender and red. But they were a little too big and not small. After becoming an armed escort, he traveled north and south, eating and sleeping in the open. His skin was tanned and his whole person was rough.

That face was not destined to be handsome. But the face in front of him was as handsome as a god.

A face that was made by himself. It was made by Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai said, "I'll take the route of a tough guy. You take the route of a pretty boy. The two of us work together sincerely to satisfy different types of fantasies of women. We will definitely be able to get the most cute girls in the server."

The mirror was not big enough. But he did not need to look in the mirror to see the clothes he was wearing. It was extremely gorgeous.

He was wearing a white brocade overcoat embroidered with almost no traces of embroidery. He should be wearing a black inner shirt because the overcoat's sleeves were not very long. The sleeves were black and tight to his wrists. The edges of the sleeves were also embroidered with golden thread. Just by looking at it, one could tell that such detailed golden thread embroidery required extremely high embroidery skills.

The sleeves were made of a hard brocade fabric. It was tight to his wrists and long enough to cover the back of his hands. It was made to look like a hand guard. There was also a loop around the middle finger. It was tight to the skin like a glove that exposed the fingers.

The sleeves were made so tight instead of wide sleeves for the convenience of drawing the sword.

The outer edge of the overcoat was also embroidered with golden thread. However, it was not a dark pattern. It was embroidered with a very gorgeous wide border pattern. Because of the white brocade foundation, coupled with the golden thread, it was gorgeous. It did not look tacky, but looked noble.

A wide belt with a waist pendant of the highest quality Hetian mutton fat white jade was tied to the belt. The belt and the inner shirt that was made into the shape of a glove were made of the same hard material. There was a dark pattern embroidery of the same color. It was very tight, making the waist look slender and tall.

Under the white brocade, one could see that the boots were also made of the same material. However, the upper of the shoes was also embroidered with a cloud pattern with golden thread. The edges of the upper and the boots were hooked. The tailoring was tight. The workmanship was as exquisite as the other parts of the body. When stepped on the ground, one would feel that the soil on the ground had dirtied such beautiful boots.

In addition to the extremely gorgeous clothes, the young man also wore a thin layer of black hard gauze overcoat. There were also embroidery patterns on the gauze, but it was too fine to see what was embroidered.

This was the attire of a martial artist. The details of the attire revealed this point. The waist, wrists, and boots were all fitted. It was convenient for the person wearing this attire to fight with others.

At the same time, as long as one had eyes, one could see that this must be a martial artist from an extremely wealthy family. Just this attire alone would require a lot of manpower to make, and it was very likely that it could not be bought with money.

The extremely small dark pattern of the same color from top to bottom could not be embroidered by an ordinary embroiderer!

In the future, there was a word to describe it: low-key luxury.

This set of low-key luxurious clothes was called "Beautiful Dress". It was the highest grade purple suit he had newly changed into. It was the one he wore when he and Xiao Bai went to the Lantern Dragon together.

In addition to this set of clothes, he could also judge some other things.

This body was thin and slender, but tall and straight. It had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Its limbs were as agile as a deer's.

This was the default body proportion in the game.

Tang Qingyu's body was not like this.

Tang Qingyu's body was not good. His legs were short, his limbs were thick, and his upper body was about the same length.

… …

The person standing here looked exactly like him in Wulin Legend. The things he carried, the clothes he wore, and the weapons he used were all the same. Then was he Tang Qingyu?

Which Tang Qingyu was he?

Was he the cannon fodder Tang Qingyu in his memory, or was he the ghost player in Wulin Legend who could never log off?

Was everything in front of him real or fake?