Chapter 1: The Brave and Righteous Transcendence

  "Hand over your wallet!!!"

  Jiang Feng glared at the little thief in front of him and roared, even though he had been practicing martial arts since childhood, after chasing the thief for several streets, he was also panting slightly, secretly cursing in his heart that it was really exhausting to see justice being done when one had a high fever.

  Two people had already run into the quiet dead end, the thief looked around and found no way out, suddenly pulled out a dagger, turned around with a ferocious face, let out a loud shout, and stabbed towards Jiang Feng.

  Looking at the sharp blade in front of him, Jiang Feng's body flashed lightly, and he punched the thief's arm, causing the dagger to fall to the ground. Then came a ruthless kick, and the thief was kicked to the ground and couldn't get up. Jiang Feng, who had almost been stabbed, suddenly became furious and prepared to severely punish the scoundrel in front of him.

  Leaning against the wall, the struggling thief wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking at Jiang Feng's eyes without a hint of fear, but instead with a smile - a cruel smile.

  A dull thud was heard as a heavy iron rod struck Jiang Feng's occipital region, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

  "Damn it, I've been screwed over."

  Then, pitch black...

  The next day, a reporter from Q City Morning News rushed to Jiang Feng's alma mater, Q City Third Vocational Middle School, and conducted an exciting interview. The following is the record of the interview:

  Reporter: What was Jiangfeng like as a person in school?

  Teacher A: He's a very disobedient student, to be honest, I really didn't expect him to be so brave and righteous this time.

  Reporter's inner voice: (Sweat... Not listening, changed to full of personality)

  Reporter: How did Jiang Feng get along with his classmates?

  Teacher A: He's the big brother of the whole school year, all the kids who don't study well listen to him. He even organized some kind of Baguazhang enthusiasts association, making it like a gang, with a really bad atmosphere.

  Reporter's inner voice: (Big sweat... Changed to a leader among students)

  Reporter: What kind of person do you think Jiang Feng is?

  Female classmate B: It's really scary, they dominate the campus every day, and I heard that even after graduation, they still often collect protection fees from those vendors at the school gate.

  Reporter's inner voice: ( Profuse sweat... changed to being passionate about campus life and good at managing finances )

  Reporter: What kind of person do you think Jiang Feng is?

  Male classmate C: Brother Jiang, he's a bold and daring guy. Last year when he graduated, he single-handedly fought against seven thugs in society with just a wooden stick, beating them to the point of defeat. Brother Jiang, I'll inherit your legacy...

  Reporter's inner voice: (crazy sweat... changed to loving sports)

  Reporter: What does he usually like to do?

  Boy classmate C: Jiang likes cooking and drinking a few cups by himself. By the way, he especially loves Yun Zhongyue's martial arts novels, saying they are very enjoyable to read.

  Reporter: (wiping sweat) Thank you for your help, I'll go back and rush to finish the article, see you later.

  Q City Morning Post reported: Jiang Feng, a student of No. 3 Vocational Middle School in this city, unfortunately sacrificed himself while bravely chasing after the villain. During his school days, Jiang was deeply loved by his fellow students for his rich personality, fondness for history, literature and sports, as well as his thriftiness and love for doing household chores.

  Jiang Feng's teachers and classmates were extremely grieved upon hearing the news of his sacrifice (actually, the vendors at the school gate were very happy that day). Some classmates also expressed their intention to learn from Jiang Feng's spirit and inherit his glory (the vendors at the school gate were taken away by classmate C in the afternoon to collect protection fees again)……

  Besides, Jiang Feng's former workplace, a restaurant, refused to be interviewed.

  "Damn it, you little bastard, I'm doing justice today too."

  Jiang Feng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel an unbearable pain in the back of his head. He was dizzy and disoriented, swaying as he sat up. As soon as he moved, he heard a shrill cry from behind him, as if someone had been startled. Then there were rapid footsteps, quickly fading into the distance.

  Chasing the thief when it was still daytime, now it's already dark, and everything around is pitch black, Jiang Feng leaned against the wall to stand up, looking around blankly, finding that everything around him was very unfamiliar. After adapting to the darkness, the buildings seen in his field of vision were somehow antique.

  Suddenly, in Jiang Feng's mind, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck, and he stood there stupidly for an instant. He suddenly realized that he had already arrived in the Ming Dynasty, and now he was actually in the body of a Jin Yiwei guard. If Jiang Feng's brain was like a bowl of water, the memories of his original body were like small ice cubes floating on top.

  The ice melted away without a trace in the water, and this fragment of memory of the brocade guard also slowly merged into Jiang Feng's memories.

  Incidentally, the name of this Brocade Guard is also Jiang Feng.

  Now Jiang Feng had no time to think about the absurd things that happened to him, he touched the earthen wall by the roadside and walked out of this dark alley step by step. According to the memory of "Jiang Feng" in his mind, he returned to a mansion, which was Jiang Feng's home, or perhaps it would be Jiang Feng's home from now on.

  Jiang Feng sat on the kang, staring blankly at the pitch-black room. He didn't light any candles because at this moment, his mind was completely occupied by the intersection of two people's spirits. He needed time to digest the memories of Jiang Feng, the original owner of this body.

  He had really traveled back to the Ming Dynasty, now in the fifth year after Emperor Jiajing's ascension to the throne. Jiang Feng's father was a hundred-household leader stationed at Xuanhua, twenty years ago, while escorting a certain noble person on an inspection tour of the border, he encountered Mongolian barbarian cavalry and fought to the death to protect that noble person's safety, but was killed by chaotic sword cuts on the grasslands.

  As soon as she heard that her husband had died on the grasslands, Jiang Feng's mother hanged herself, leaving behind a child who was just over a year old.

  That nobleman, considering the emotional debt he owed to Jiang Feng's father, brought Jiang Feng back to Beijing and handed him over to an old military officer named Deng of the Imperial Guards for care. When he grew up, he was allowed to fill a vacancy in the Northern Patrol Office of the Imperial Guards, but as time passed, the emotional debt from saving his life had faded considerably.

  After entering Jin Yiwei, he supplemented the vacancy of that old military officer and became a small patrol officer.

  At this time, Jiang Feng had already woken up from his daze, and the pain in the back of his head was crystal clear, making him grit his teeth and purse his lips. He hastily wet a towel in the water vat in the room and applied it to the back of his head, then couldn't help but spit a mouthful of saliva on the ground, cursing:

  "What a waste of time."

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