Northern Jin Dynasty, the ancient capital Chang'an.
The fall of Li Tang Dynasty made the ancient capital of 1000 years look depressed after an autumn rain.
In the middle of the day, a small room on the second floor of Yihong Courtyard in the east of the city suddenly heard a sound of "Jiao Drink", which instantly broke the peace of the past.
"Li Huai'an, you haven't given me any money!"
The head lady of Yihong Yard, the owner of the voice, has a pink oval face and a pair of almond eyes that are as obsequious as silk, which has attracted the hearts of many men in this city.
The girl lay on her stomach at the window and shouted at the young man who had just jumped out of the window. She only got a response of "Let's talk about it later". She had to smile, shake her head and glance at passers-by on the street, leave an eyebrow, and close the show window.
"In the future, you should first..."
"It's not easy to settle down in the world, but I just met such an enemy, and I have gone whoring for nothing for several times." She dressed up carefully in front of the bronze mirror with several cracks, complained and seemed to smile happily, "Every time it's the same reason... It's the enemy who only talks about love, not doing anything."
She put down the willow leaf comb in her hand, and a sense of desolation flashed in her eyes. At the same time, the door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, and four or five people came in directly, regardless of the maids outside. The leader is a woman who is known not only by Jiaoniang, but also by most of the people in the city - Liu Churan, the seventh grade Lingtai of Sitianjian in the Northern Jin Dynasty.
"Where's Li Huai'an?" Liu Churan said without any emotion.
The pretty girl shrugged her shoulders, one slender hand dragged her cheek, the other lifted her handkerchief and glanced at Liu Lingtai. "If you go back to Liu Lingtai, Li just jumped out of the window and fled to the direction outside the city. At this time, you should be able to catch up."
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On the outskirts of the city, a young man kept walking through several streets. He walked out of the city gate and stopped in a city god temple that had been abandoned for many years. He held a handful of hot sunflower seeds in his hands and sat down in a clean place.
"The little lady of the Liu family is really persistent. Didn't she accidentally pick up her belly pocket that day? As for taking people to break into the hook and catch me?" Li Huai'an paused and smiled, "It seems a bit excessive."
After all, the belly pocket is a woman's personal thing. Huai'an Li also feels that he has done it poorly, so no wonder that Liu Churan is asking for something.
"Alas..." Li Huai'an sighed and looked at the venerable spider silk statue in the temple with boredom. The temple that had been abandoned for decades had no one to offer it to. Naturally, no one would clean it. As a passer-by, he was tired and had a rest. He also came to have a rest when he had no place to go. In the past, he spent his days in Yichun Yard.
He came to the world three years ago, and then followed the memory of his body to Chang'an City. But he didn't remember anything about it three years ago. He only knew that he had a master, an old man, with a mean look and a sly look, but it was good for him. He left him more than ten taels of silver, but he didn't starve to death.
In addition, he also has a whole body of lightness skills and unspeakable skills. I don't know which sect he learned from, because he didn't find any records about his own skills in the city. Therefore, I cannot continue to trace my own life experience.
"No system, no memory, no usable background..." He spat out a melon seed and sat up.
This world is totally different from the previous life. This place is called Jiuzhou. As the name implies, it is composed of nine places, and he is in the State of Jin in the northern state. Another point is that in the troubled times, there are dozens of countries in the nine states, among which five countries are the strongest. The reason why they are strong is that there are fairy mountains in the country, and there are immortals in the fairy mountains.
Forty three years ago, the rebel Zhu Wen usurped the Tang Dynasty. One night, many immortals kept falling. So far, except for a few mountain gates, there has been no real immortals. As the ancient saying goes, "The gods and men dominate the sky, the real men dominate the earth, the immortals dominate the wind and rain, the Taoists transform good and evil, the saints govern the people, and the sages assist the saints in managing the records of the people, which is also insufficient to help the six."
But in today's Jiuzhou, there are no saints, immortals or sages. Immortal, Immortal cultivator, one word difference, thousands of miles difference.
Li Huai'an doesn't want to become an immortal. Who knows whether the immortal thing really exists, so he just wants to find a small room in the world where he can live.
Li Huai'an, Li Huai'an, just want to find stability in this troubled world, so as to be able to live with the situation. If you are in danger, you can save the day. But at present, it seems that it runs in the opposite direction. "I'm afraid Liu Churan's wife is here. It's a rare life."
Liu Churan was really his natural enemy. In the huge Chang'an City, the former, as the head of the Sitian Supervisor Lingtai, did not track down the murderer, but caught him all day long. He had nothing to do.
It's not a big thing. Anyway, with his ability, hiding from a Liu Churan is simple, but he can't continue to do so. Although, the pretty girl of Yichun House allows him to credit, and the latter, who is nearly 30, seems to have the intention of starting a family, but after all, he is not his own person, and is always embarrassed to pay for nothing.
Li Huai'an is not a useless person who has no skills. He still has to find a career. Of course, it uses the memory he learned in previous lives.
"Wait a minute, what was my previous life..." I forgot a little. When I lost the memory of this body three years ago, there was little left of his previous life memory. After he came to Chang'an, the memory of this body gained some, and some memories of previous life also appeared. In other words, as long as the memory of this body recovered, The memory of his previous life will also be returned as a gift, which is more than a business.
"If I go, if I want to make a lot of money, I have to find the memory of the owner of this body. Is it such a hole?" Li Huai'an spit out the last melon seed shell and stood up with a worried face.
In such a big world, it's not easy to find someone's memory. Yes, Chang'an has got some memory fragments, but he has no clue about the next place. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in Chang'an for so long and would have been forced to relate to Liu Churan.
When it comes to the willow, it really haunts me.
"Don't hide, I can smell the rouge on you from a long distance." He shook his head and said to the outside of the wall.
It's good for women to love beauty, but like Liu Churan, there's no need to paint rouge when working in the Yamen. Although it's not strong, it can still be smelled after he has practiced like him.
What have you practiced? Search for incense in secret, and fight with women at night.
It's really Liu Churan. Today, Liu Lingtai is a standard Sitian supervisor in black clothes. His long hair, like a waterfall, is tied into a ponytail with a ribbon. His ears are made of burnt blue square sodium stone earrings. His white hands, like green onions, are wearing a carved southern jade ring. He is wearing an official knife from Li Tang's time, a black belt, and black boots.
Not only Liu Lingtai, but also the old man, who came in with her at this time, was the unique official dress of the Northern Jin Dynasty, with white beard and hair, wrinkled face, sunken eyes, and profound wisdom.
"Oh, dare you ask this old man, who is the adult in that temple?" Li Huai'an withdrew a step, clasped his hands and asked.
It's better not to touch things in the court, because they can't be touched.
"Sitian supervises Zhengzheng, Zhou Zhengwen."
