Xuan Umbrella Immortal Fate

Lupingfang is the most remote place in the ancient city, where most ordinary people live. It is going to rain now, so it seems very noisy.

On the streets, vendors were busy cleaning up their stalls; in the alleys, naughty children were being beaten with bamboo sticks by adults and driven home; on the roof, a woman was cursing and putting away the clothes that had just been hung on the rack.

Among them, a dilapidated house seemed particularly quiet.

Ji Cang, whose courtesy name is Junshi, is a weak scholar. Now he is the only one left in the family.

The Ji family moved from other places. His grandfather was once a county magistrate. His father was not an official, but he also read poetry and books.

Ji Cangniang died in childbirth when she gave birth to him. Ji's father had high hopes for him. When he grew up, he wanted to obtain fame and honor his family.

However, Ji Cang is not a scholar. He comes from a scholarly family. He only knows how to memorize classics and knows nothing about poetry and songs.

Perhaps it was a congenital frailty caused by difficult childbirth. He could not read the book and looked sickly.

The Ji family was in a state of decline. When Ji's father died of illness last year, there was nothing left in the family except a few large boxes of books.

Valuable things have long been sold off in exchange for money to buy medicine.

Looking up at the rice vat that has been bottoming out for many days, even if a mouse comes, it will leave a few tears.

Pitter-patter.

Rain was falling from the sky outside the house. He was about to look in the mirror when he remembered that the bronze mirror had been sold.

You don’t need to take a photo to know that your body is thin, and a gust of wind can blow you down. Feel your hungry belly. Is there anything at home that can be sold for money?

Suddenly, my eyes stopped. There was an old umbrella in the corner. I could go to the pawn shop to pawn it in exchange for some money to buy rice to fill my stomach.

Ji Cang held on to the wall and picked up the oil-paper umbrella that was older than him.

I heard from Ji's father that this umbrella was the only old item left by his grandfather who was the county magistrate. It was passed down to him for the third generation.

But people are starving to death, what else can be done?

He opened the old umbrella that had been there for an unknown period of time. The dust was rising and he coughed a few times. He planned to clean it up before taking it away... Suddenly his face turned bitter, because looking up from below, he could clearly see several holes in the old umbrella.

Stretching out his fingers to pass through the transparent hole, Ji Cang thought to himself: "If it's broken like this, the pawn shop won't want it. There's really no way around it now!" 』

The pawn shop didn’t want those boxes of books. He was so angry that he set up a stall to sell them, but no one was willing to spend money to buy them.

He was weak and sick, unable to tie a chicken, and could never find a job.

Now that we are at the end of our rope, we will definitely not be able to survive if we continue like this. We can only... He took out the house deed and looked at it for a long time, and finally decided to sell it to Yahang in exchange for money and leave here.

He struggled with this decision for a long time. After all, he sold the house, but he didn't even have a place to stay.

But if the tree is moved to the dead and the person is moved to life, there is nothing to worry about after it has become like this. Maybe you can still live if you leave.

Ji Cang waited until the rain stopped, took the house deed and went out for a long time. When he came back, he already had twenty taels extra.

The people from Yaxing had already been eyeing his house, so they didn’t make more trips to “view the house”.

After negotiating the price and going directly to the county government to complete the procedures, the house will no longer be his.

When leaving, the fat broker told him to move out tomorrow no matter what!

He agreed with a smile, and after the other party left, he quickly bought a few pancakes and devoured them before returning "home".

Looking at the empty house, I felt lost.

I don’t know what will happen to my wandering life.

As he lay on the bed and fell asleep, he seemed to see his father again in his dream. The other party said nothing and looked at him coldly.

After waking up, the sky was dim, and farmers who had already entered the city to sell fruits and vegetables were walking through Lupingfang carrying poles.

People are cheap when they leave their hometown. If they really can’t survive, who would be willing to leave?

Ji Cang rubbed his numb face to wake himself up and started cleaning the house.

The things he wants to take away are not much, just a piece of baggage. He will leave those big boxes of books for those who are destined to do so.

When I was leaving, I saw the old broken umbrella lying on the ground, so I picked it up and it could protect me from the wind and rain on the road.

As soon as I closed the door, I met a fat broker from the dental shop showing someone the house.

"Xiao Ji, are you gone?"

"Yes, let's go back to my hometown."

"Where is your hometown?"

"Bingzhou, Lianshan County."

"Bingzhou? Good guy, it's really far away. Don't have any obstacles on the way."

"..."

Ji Cang nodded with a smile and walked away.

He has indeed always wanted to visit his hometown.

Although Ji's father sold the ancestral home in his hometown when he was very young, he had no other place to go. At least there were still family members in his hometown.

He bought a dozen dry biscuits as dry food, put the money bag in his pocket, and touched it from time to time.

Holding a broken umbrella in hand, walking in a hurry.

During this period, I met several Jianghu people wearing swords, with an evil look in their eyes.

Jianghu people are brave and fierce, and they represent the folk world below the government, such as horse gangs, beggar gangs, salt gangs, Cao gangs, etc.

Ji Cang also yearns for the life of children in the world, and has a chivalrous and righteous heart.

But Jianghu people lick blood at the tip of their swords, and there is no telling who will die by someone's knife someday. With a weak and frail person like him, it's better not to have any illusions.

So every time at this time, he would stop and watch the people in the world go away before moving on.

It was getting dark, and I finally saw an abandoned temple.

I walked into the temple, found some dry firewood, used the flint I brought with me to light a fire, and planned to sleep until dawn before going on my way.

There is only one altar in the deserted temple, spread with rags and a clay statue.

When he first came in, he bowed his hands devoutly.

When he was drowsy at night, he suddenly heard a subtle cough. Ji Cang's heart tightened and goosebumps appeared.

The firelight could only illuminate the area around him. Inside the deserted temple, there were still many corners shrouded in darkness.

His breathing couldn't help but quicken, and he pricked up his ears to listen to what was going on around him.

The coughing sounded again, coming from the clay statue!

Ji Cang swallowed and held the broken umbrella in his hand without daring to express his anger.

Some ghost legends emerged in my heart, and my face became paler.

The coughing sounded again, and he finally couldn't help it. He pulled out a piece of firewood that was still burning and moved towards it tremblingly.

"Who?" Ji Cang shouted, but saw nothing.

Just when he felt at ease and was about to return, he really heard the coughing sound again

It was the clay statue!

At this moment, Ji Cang's scalp went numb, and his courage was gone by 70% to 80%. He was about to go to the fire to pick up his baggage and escape from the deserted temple, but saw a hand stretched out from under the altar.

Ji Cang let out a sigh of relief, there was actually someone hiding under the altar?

"Save me..." The man crawled out from under the altar covered by rags, his voice like a gossamer.

His body was stained with blood and he was seriously injured. He seemed to have been hiding in the deserted temple for a long time. He looked very weak. As soon as he finished speaking these two words, his head tilted and he fell to the ground.

Ji Cang was startled again. It was still early before dawn, and he didn't want to stay with the corpse all night.

I stepped forward bravely and sniffed. Fortunately, I was still breathing.

Ji Cang dragged the other party to the fire and found that his body was covered with knife wounds, as if he was chased by his enemies.

He didn’t know how to heal and didn’t know how to start.

It suddenly occurred to me that most Jianghu people would carry some first-aid medicine with them, so I groped in their pockets and actually took out several bottles and cans, but I was in trouble again, not knowing which bottle of medicine to use.

Unconsciously, the night passed and it was dawn.

While Ji Cang was debating whether to leave or not, the man who closed his eyes woke up.