"I killed him! But I didn't kill him!"
After a few months in prison, when Li Xian talked about this matter again, it was as if he was telling someone else's story. His tone was calm and unemotional. The skylight of the cell was ten meters above his head. Moonlight shone through the skylight, and a cone of clear light enveloped his body.
He was sitting on one foot with his head down. His messy face was rather handsome, with well-defined and exquisite facial features. His eyes were bright and spirited, and his nose bridge was straight. His lips were especially beautiful like a bow, commonly known as Cupid's bow lips.
In front of him sat seven prison mates: Butcher Old Fan, who was rubbing his belly; Liu Yuntao, the captain of the boat, who was clasping his feet; Da Hong, the bald monk; Class Master Kang, who had a beautiful beard; Hua Lin, who was as handsome as a woman; Ma Huner, who was crippled; and Jin Wanliang, who was tall and sturdy. Together with Li Xian, they were like the Eight Immortals.
All eight of them were wearing white prison uniforms, their hair and faces unkempt. Under the moonlight, Li Xian and the others outside the moonlight had a distinct layered image. Everyone sat quietly, like a Zen oil painting, if not for a few flies flying around among them.
Li Xian raised his hand and used the Shadowless Fly Catching Hand he had practiced in prison for months. He easily caught a fly and looked up like Maha Kasyapa picking a flower. There was a bright moon hanging high outside the skylight."Today's people can't see the ancient moon, but today's moon once shone on the ancients. The ancients and today's people are like running water, watching the moon together is like this.”
"Good poem! Good poem!"
The prisoners, who were still in a daze just a moment ago, seemed to have suddenly been activated and immediately applauded!
The Great Tang was a country of poetry. Although there might not be a proper scholar among these prisoners, they knew that when someone recited poetry, they should cheer loudly. Otherwise…it would seem that he was uncultured.
Li Xian looked at them with disdain and sneered,""What should I call you? Do you know what's good about this poem? A bunch of country bumpkins, why are you pretending to be elegant?”
The prisoners put down their hands in embarrassment and lowered their heads in shame.
Li Xian continued to look down on them.”
"This…I was just about to ask!" Butcher Old Fan asked cautiously.”
"That person…"
Li Xian raised his hand and was about to talk about the life experience of the immortal poet Li Bai when he suddenly remembered that it was the sixth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, and Li Taibai had not yet been born. He couldn't help but feel sad and sigh,""That person…Sigh! It hasn't even been born yet…"
Li Xian opened his fingers and let the fly fly. His gaze followed the traces of the fly circling and flying, and his eyes gradually became blurred.
Li Xian was not a person of this era. To be precise, his soul did not belong to this dynasty. He could still remember some of the past. He remembered that he was a person more than a thousand years in the future. The year he traveled through time and space, the United States had just changed its president in the general election. The new first princess had long legs and good looks. Her temperament and demeanor made him so mesmerized that he rushed to Donald and called him father-in-law.
However, he could not remember his previous identity, which family he had, or how he had transmigrated. Perhaps he had hurt his brain when he traveled through time and space. He only remembered his real name was Yang Bing, not his current identity, Li Xian.
He remembered Li Xian's background clearly. He must have inherited Li Xian's memories when he possessed him. When Yang Bing was attached to Li Xian, Li Xian was lying on the ground, clutching a butcher knife, the tip of which was still dripping blood. In front of him, a general in yellow leather armor lay in a pool of blood.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he was knocked unconscious by a group of Tang soldiers in yellow military uniforms. When he woke up, he was already locked up in Lizhou Prison and sentenced to death.
Poor Yang Bing had just transmigrated and was involved in a lawsuit. So far, his understanding of this world was entirely based on Li Xian's memories and his contact with others in prison.
Li Xian, nineteen years old, was born in Lizhou, Jiannan Road.
Six years ago, Li Xiaochang, the son of Li Yuantong, the former general of the Sui Dynasty, and now the governor of Lizhou, rebelled. His rebels burned, killed, robbed, and committed all kinds of crimes. In order to save money for a pair of leather boots, Shi San, the leader of the rebel army, killed Li Xian's father, the cobbler Li Honest.
After Li Xiaochang's defeat, the new governor of Lizhou, Wu Shi, took office, summoned the rebels, and appeased the local people. Shi San, who had fled up the mountain, took the opportunity to bring some brothers down the mountain and joined the military governor. He became an officer again and even got the official position of Zhiqian.
Li Xian had not forgotten his father's hatred. Six years ago, when he was only thirteen years old, he was determined to take revenge. In the past six years, he had been looking for martial arts experts to learn martial arts, and he had a total of eighteen disciples. Six years later, he had become an adult and finally found an opportunity to kill Shi San on the streets of the city to avenge his father.
After Yang Bing was locked up in prison, he reflected on this matter and believed that Li Xian should have died on the spot after the assassination of Shi San. For some reason, he had attached himself to Li Xian and ended up taking the blame for Li Xian's murder.
As a transmigrator, Yang Bing naturally understood that the first rule of transmigration was not to expose his true origin. However, he was arrested and imprisoned in Lizhou, then escorted to Chang 'an and imprisoned in Chang' an County Prison. He was tossed around for several months. Tomorrow was the ninth day of the ninth month. If he did not say anything, his journey of transmigration and rebirth would disappear silently like a bubble.
" I didn't want to tell you this secret, but tomorrow is the date of the Autumn Judgement. If I don't tell you now, I'll never have the chance. I don't want to be buried in a coffin without anyone knowing that I've been here…"
Li Xian looked up at the moon, his tears moist.
He slowly talked about his experience of coming to this world inexplicably. When he talked about the sadness, he couldn't help but cry. However, the reactions of his fellow prisoners were obviously not brought into the same emotion by him. Everyone's face was full of enthusiasm. Butcher Old Fan said excitedly,"Then quickly tell me, what's the difference between the era you mentioned and the present?”
Li Xian was in a trance for a moment before he continued,""In our era, there was no longer an emperor. The population was much higher than now, and the houses were getting taller and taller. Some were even taller than mountains. We don't even need to go to the store to buy things. We can open a mirror-like thing at home and choose what we want to buy…"
Li Xian said whatever came to his mind. He rambled on for a long time until he realized that everyone was looking at him strangely.
Butcher Old Fan rubbed his fat belly and nodded in admiration.""Little Li is very thoughtful!"
Liu Yuntao, the captain of the boat, held his feet and sniffed under his nose."The story is very interesting!"
Li Xian was speechless.
Sitting cross-legged across from Li Xian, the beautiful bearded Gongkang patted Li Xian on the shoulder.""Little brother of the Li family, if you are lucky enough to survive, remember to go to Goulan Garden in Daode Square to look for my second brother!”
Li Xian sniffed and asked him with tears in his eyes,""Who are you again?"
Class Master Kang flicked her beautiful beard and said with a smile,"This old man is the head of the Goulan Garden in Daode Square. My second brother is currently managing my troupe. Little brother Li, you are very suitable to be a storyteller!”
Li Xian was speechless.
The monk Dahong scratched his bald head and asked Li Xian in confusion,""Li Langjun, can you read?"
Li Xian hesitated for a moment. Of course he knew the characters, but in this era, they were all traditional characters. He could recognize most of them, but it would be difficult to write them out. So…he should be considered semi-illiterate now? Li Xian deliberated for a moment before nodding.""A little!"
"I see. No wonder you can make up such an interesting story."”
Li Xian was speechless.
Liu Yuntao shook his head and sighed,""Unfortunately, it's useless to pretend to be crazy!”
The burly Jin Wanliang yawned."We've finished listening to the story. Everyone, go to bed early. Tomorrow morning, we'll have our last drink and be energized for the journey!”
After Jin Wanliang finished speaking, he fell to the ground like a pig and immediately snored.
Li Xian was at a loss. That was it? I made up my mind to tell you the big secret that was hidden deep in my heart, and you guys actually fell asleep as if nothing happened? These were clearly seven pigs! They were going to be beheaded tomorrow, but these pigs could still sleep so peacefully tonight?!
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