A Body Like Duckweed, a Sword Like Jade

Chapter 159 A Body Like Duckweed, a Sword Like Jade (Seeking monthly votes for a giveaway! Just 5 votes short! Begging!)

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After Lu Li finished killing the people, the seven or eight refugees instinctively wanted to turn around and run for their lives.

But after Lu Li glanced at them with a faint smile, they gave up the idea of ​​escaping and instead knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Li, crying, "Great hero, spare our lives! Great hero, spare our lives!"

"You can kneel if you want, but there's no need for you to kneel before me, and I don't need you to kneel."

Lu Li used a bit of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to forcibly pull them up. "Don't worry, I won't kill you or do anything to you. I just have something I want to ask you."

Lu Li then took out some food and drinks and handed them to them, saying, "Eat something first."

He then turned around, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the group of refugees in the temple who were filled with fear but also a hint of worship. He then said helplessly to Pan Shuai and Fang Yuebai, who were bent over retching, "Is it really necessary for you two?"

"It's okay, I'm just not used to it yet."

Pan Shuai waved his hand.

He had no objection to Lu Li's actions.

Or rather, Lu Li did what he had in mind.

He just couldn't do it.

In situations like this, it's necessary to use swift and decisive measures to intimidate others, and then gradually learn about the situation.

Judging from the reactions of these people, Pan Shuai is certain that this time travel is most likely to coincide with a chaotic era.

Therefore, it is completely impossible for him to dislike or misunderstand Lu Li.

However, things that are meant to be disgusting will still be disgusting.

The main problem is that Lao Lu's methods of killing were too flashy.

That sword move just now was like a sparrow eating a cricket.

The part where they shaved the person down to their skeleton except for their head was quite a challenge to the limits of visual perception.

But he could understand Lu Li's behavior.

Fang Yuebai is the same.

Lu Li knew they would understand, so he didn't bother to explain at all.

This is the tacit understanding between childhood friends.

"Brother Li, shouldn't we get down to business now?"

Fang Yuebai glanced at the mangled corpse on the ground, her face paling even more, but she still remembered the important matter.

Lu Li nodded and kicked the corpse out of the temple gate.

Then he turned back to the group of refugees, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Gentlemen, may I ask where this place is? What year is it?"

"Reporting to the hero, this place is Ningyuan City in Liaodong. It is currently the twelfth month of the fifth year of the Tianqi reign."

"I see." Lu Li turned to look at Pan Shuai and Fang Yuebai.

The fifth year of the Tianqi reign?

Who knows what year this is, and he's also unaware of any historical events that happened that year.

Ningyuan City, Liaodong?

It sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it.

Pan Shuai looked equally bewildered. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm smarter than you?"

Then the two of them looked at Fang Yuebai together.

Fang Yuebai's face darkened, and she pulled Lu Li to a corner, where Pan Shuai followed.

"What did you two do when you were in school? How come you don't know this?"

Lu Li and Pan Shuai both fell into deep thought.

"Playing video games, reading novels, and watching anime."

"Watching anime, reading novels, and playing video games."

"So you didn't study at all, right?" Fang Yuebai, the real academic genius, sighed, and then answered their questions, "The fifth year of Tianqi is 1625, and the twelfth month is December."

Lu Li and Pan Shuai were still completely bewildered. "So?"

Fang Yuebai rolled her eyes and then began to explain history: "In October 1625, Sun Chengzong was dismissed and Gao Di succeeded him. Afterwards, he demanded that Yuan Chonghuan evacuate all the people from the cities outside the pass back to the inside. Yuan Chonghuan refused, so he secretly sent troops to forcibly relocate the people into the pass. The history books say that 'more than 100,000 grains of rice were abandoned, many people were killed or injured, cries of grief shook the fields, and the soldiers and civilians were full of resentment.'"

In January 1626, which is the following month, Nurhaci led the Later Jin army to attack Ningyuan City. Gao Di stationed his troops at Shanhaiguan and refused to send reinforcements. However, Nurhaci failed to capture the city and was instead seriously wounded by artillery fire. He died a few months later.

"However, when the Later Jin army attacked Juehua Island, they killed tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians. In short, this is what will happen in the next few months."

Fang Yuebai glanced back at the group of people. "They must be people who were forcibly relocated from other cities, but now they're all homeless beggars. They were probably left behind on their way back to the interior."

Lu Li nodded. "Speaking of Gao Di, I do remember him. I recall that guy eventually lowered his queue (braid) and even became the Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince? That's incredibly rare!"

Pan Shuai nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! I remember too!"

"What do you remember?" Fang Yuebai was speechless at their ignorance. "That Gao Di became the commander of Shanhaiguan in the sixteenth year of Chongzhen's reign, which was 1643. He surrendered the following year."

"It is now December 1625. By the way, Chongzhen ascended the throne in 1628, which was only the first year of Chongzhen's reign. These two high-ranking officials are not the same person."

"Ah, right, right, right!" Pan Shuai slapped his forehead. "Xiao Fang is right after all."

He turned around and said disdainfully, "Old Lu, if you're not good at history, don't pretend to know what you don't."

Lu Li: "."

Forget it.

I'll forgive you this time, considering you might disappear at any moment.

I'll beat you up after everything returns to normal. I'll write it down in my little notebook first.

"So, the problem now is that Nurhaci is going to attack next month?"

Fang Yuebai nodded. "Theoretically speaking, that's how it is."

Pan Shuai was a little worried. "Old Lu, should we go back to the interior or what?"

Realistically speaking, they should go back to the interior of China.

Although martial artists are powerful, they are powerless against an army.

Of course, this only applies to those before the Innate Realm.

But emotionally, Pan Shuai still felt he had to hold off Nurhaci's army here.

Although for them, both the Ming and Qing dynasties belong to the "past" that should be swept into the dustbin of history, and there is no need to reminisce about them.

After all, the Qing Dynasty did not treat its people as human beings, but judging from the refugees in front of them, the Ming Dynasty did not seem to treat its people as human beings either.

But there are differences between different kinds of garbage.

The Ming Dynasty was barely acceptable, and as for the queue (braid)...

Dead braids are the best braids.

No braids are the best.

That's non-combustible waste.

This specifically refers to the so-called Eight Banners descendants, not all ordinary people of the Later Jin dynasty.

"No need to return to the pass." Lu Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand subconsciously reached for the longsword, but the longsword had already been returned to his ring.

He made a few loose clenchings and said calmly, "If Nurhaci is coming, let him die right here under the walls of Ningyuan City this time."

Although Nurhaci had already suffered a defeat, he killed tens of thousands of innocent civilians when attacking other cities.

If you don't know about such things, that's fine, but if you do know...

We must stop it!

Even if this is just a so-called "fragment of history".

When doing things, follow your heart.

Moreover, Lu Li believed that what he was doing would actually affect real history.

In any case, follow your heart and do what you believe is right. As for what happens afterward, we'll see.

Pan Shuai looked Lu Li up and down for a long time, which made Lu Li feel a little embarrassed. "What are you looking at? No matter how much you look, you will never get my handsome face."

“.” Pan Shuai laughed. “No, it’s just that I think Lao Lu, you suddenly look really cool, it’s just that your clothes are a bit off.”

"That's easy to say."

Lu Li took out a set of black ancient costume from the ring and threw it to Pan Shuai. Then he took out a set of handsome ancient costumes similar to Li Tingchan's (actually Li Tingchan's) and threw it to Fang Yuebai. "Change into them behind the Buddha statue. It will also look more in line with this era."

He snapped his fingers, and both Pan Shuai's and his own hair had grown to waist length.

Now I really have long, straight black hair.

He also styled his and Pan Shuai's hair into buns, then wrapped them with a hairband. It actually looked quite handsome.

This mainly refers to Lu Li himself.

After all, his striking features and sharp eyebrows made him much cooler than the round-faced, rough-looking Pan Shuai.

The three of them took turns changing their clothes behind the Buddha statue before coming out.

To be honest, they looked exactly like three rich kids.

Lu Li is a rich young man and a chivalrous hero.

He and Pan Shuai have similar builds, so the ancient Hanfu [the same style worn by Zhang Luoyu, the male lead of "Testing the Sword Xuanyuan"] that he bought from the online store fits him quite well.

Fang Yuebai is the same.

She and Li Tingchan are both tall with long legs, and she looks about the same height when wearing Li Tingchan's clothes.

It's just that my chest might feel a little tight.

But it doesn't matter.

Pan Shuai was wearing a black silk outfit with gold trim.

An insulation layer was also added inside.

Fang Yuebai is wearing a white, close-fitting outfit, which is quite suitable for fighting.

Unfortunately, she can't fight.

However, Li Tingchan didn't have any other clothes.

Moreover, these clothes don't restrict movement, which is actually quite nice.

Lu Li himself is much cooler.

He wore a blue robe with light-colored cloud patterns on it.

He wore a blue robe over a snow-white cloak, and an amber-glass sword hung at his waist!

If a critic were to see his attire, he could easily write hundreds or thousands of words just praising his appearance and clothing.

When the three men, now dressed, walked up to the group of refugees, they all knelt down.

"Immortal!"

Indeed, in their eyes, Lu Li's behavior was no different from that of an immortal.

Even though none of the three of them brought any bags, they somehow produced clothes from somewhere.

Moreover, all the clothes that had been changed had disappeared.

And the food and water.

Where did they all come from?

With such abilities, what else could one be but an immortal?

"I'm not some kind of immortal."

Lu Li looked at the man from the couple who had initially protected the children in the temple. "Judging from your demeanor, you don't seem to be an ordinary refugee. Who are you?"

The man smiled wryly and cupped his hands, "To be honest, great hero, my name is Li Hecai. I was originally a scholar, but I failed the imperial examinations repeatedly, so I had to start my family business."

"I never imagined that my wife and I would encounter such misfortune and suffer such an unexpected fate, leaving us with no choice but to wander here. I hope you, sir, can understand my plight."

Lu Li glanced at the huddled children. "Are these all your children?"

"No." Li He glanced at the children with pity before sighing, "These children were originally brought here by human traffickers to be sold. My wife couldn't bear it, so we spent all our remaining money to buy them and planned to take them back to the Central Plains to settle them in our home."

"But when we arrived here, those beggars, having been hungry for so long, wanted to take us as food. So my wife and I took them and hid here."

Even the tattered clothes they wore and the grime on their faces were deliberately made to look that way.

Otherwise, given his and his wife's fair and delicate appearance, they would probably have met with misfortune long ago.

Lu Li stared at him for a while, then took out a package from the ring.

It was full of food and water.

Then he took out a gold bar, broke it into small pieces, and handed it to Li Hecai, saying, "Ningyuan City is not safe. You should leave as soon as possible. This gold is enough to hire bodyguards. You've traveled all over the country, so I don't need to tell you how dangerous the martial world is."

Lu Li cupped his hands in greeting, "In that case, the journey of the martial world is long, may we meet again someday."

He moved his hand slightly on the hilt of the sword.

Then, without looking back, he left with Fang Yuebai and Pan Shuai.

"My benefactor!"

Li He wanted to call out to Lu Li, but Lu Li and the other two did not stop.

Li He sighed and gave up.

He was mainly worried that the remaining guys here would be tempted by the money.

If our benefactor were here, he could still have some influence, but he's gone.

These guys are so hungry they'd eat people.

However, the refugees did not move.

When Li He turned around to look, he found that they had already fallen to the ground and were fast asleep.

Next to each person's face were seven or eight steamed buns and a bottle of water.

"Truly a celestial being descended to earth."

Li He took a deep breath and, without further hesitation, quietly left the dilapidated temple with his wife and children.

After leaving the dilapidated temple, Lu Li handed Pan Shuai and Fang Yuebai each an oil-paper umbrella.

Then he held up an oil-paper umbrella, and the three of them walked into the light drizzle.

After walking for a while, seeing Pan Shuai looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated, Lu Li clicked his tongue and said, "Young Master Pan, just say what you have to say. Hesitating like this is not like you."

Pan scratched his face and asked, "Alright, then I'll ask. Old Lu, did you really release those refugees? They're murderers and robbers. And..."

He lowered his voice, "They might have even eaten people."

"What can we do? That's just how the world is." Lu Li squinted his dead fish eyes. "Why don't you stay and lead them towards a republic?"

Pan Shuai decisively refused, "No way, don't you know my abilities? I can't even manage a small department, let alone a republic. That's ridiculous."

"That's right, I can't do that either. So..." Lu Li drew his amber glass sword and twirled it, "So as long as you stay true to yourself, then draw your sword when you see injustice."

Having said that, he rushed out.

On the distant official road, several knights were galloping at full speed, while refugees who were unable to dodge were often trampled to death.

But the knights ignored it, instead cursing and whipping people.

When they saw the man in blue robes holding an umbrella suddenly appear and block their way, they were stunned for a moment, then rushed over without hesitation.

He also casually picked up the whip.

The next moment, the incomparably beautiful amber-colored peony reappeared in the world.

Horses and men clashed, and three knights were decapitated.

Only three horses that suddenly felt a lightness on their backs stopped and snorted uneasily in place.

Pan Shuai and Fang Yuebai were mesmerized by Lu Li's ethereal beauty amidst the gentle breeze and drizzle.

"With a body like duckweed and a sword like jade, Brother Li is indeed suited to wielding a sword."

Hearing Fang Yuebai's words, Pan Shuai felt that he couldn't fall behind.

He also needed to come up with a reliable line of poetry.

A limerick is fine too.

After struggling for a long time, he could only manage to utter four words.

"Damn, that's awesome!"

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