Linhe Village

The world was a hazy gray, and the morning mist began to rise.

As the red sun ascended, its rosy glow pierced the morning fog, and the view suddenly opened up.

Linhe Village in Qingyan Town, as far as the eye could see, had a scattering of about a hundred households.

"Qinglin's gone up the mountain," a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a short vest made of animal hide and carrying a longbow on his back, waved his hand and beckoned over.

"It's Qing Shi ge! I'm coming, wait for me a moment."

Hearing the voice, a boy of fourteen or fifteen, dressed in a linen shirt and wearing a felt hat, with a slightly delicate face, looked over.

He looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

Hearing the call, Chen Qinglin's dazed gaze shifted slightly, and he turned to respond.

Chen Qinglin looked into the distance, and in a daze, he seemed to see tall buildings and ceaseless traffic in the distance.

When he came to his senses, there was only a sparse wisp of cooking smoke rising.

He walked towards the two thatched and mud-built houses beside him, Chen Qinglin didn't know why something like transmigration would happen to him.

It shouldn't be called transmigration; reincarnation was more fitting. He had been in this ancient-like world for fourteen years.

It was just this morning when he woke up that he suddenly recalled his twenty-plus years of life in another world.

There were no regrets. He was just one of the masses in his previous life, living a life that wasn't wealthy but was peaceful. He had occasionally fantasized about going to another world and living a magnificent life.

Entering the house, he picked up the longbow hanging on the wall. There was no one else in the house at the moment; his parents were busy with farming, and his younger siblings had also gone to the fields.

Chen Qinglin had made plans with Chen Qing Shi a few days ago to go up the mountain today.

The gibberish he had occasionally seen before finally made sense.

[Chen Qinglin]
Lifespan: 14/56
Realm: Mortal
Skills: Archery (Proficient 23/500), Spearfishing (Proficient 107/500), Farming (Mastered 43/5000)

Seeing Farming at Mastered, Chen Qinglin couldn't hold back. With a thought, the data changed to:

Skills: Archery (Proficient 23/500)

He let out a long sigh, turned, and walked out of the house. He decided to keep these life skills hidden for now.

After meeting up with Chen Qing Shi, they walked towards the back mountain together. They occasionally encountered a few acquaintances, greeted them, and continued towards the back mountain.

"Whoosh!"

In the forest, a crisp sound was heard, and a wild chicken fell to the ground.

"Qinglin, I've noticed your archery is getting better and better. Do you have any secrets? Teach your brother."

"What secrets are there? It's all personal effort, lots of practice, and finding the 'arrow sense'."

"What's 'arrow sense'?"

"It's a feeling when you shoot an arrow. After you shoot it, you know if you hit the target or not."

"...⊙︿⊙"

"How about this, I'll think about it these next few days, and I'll teach you then."

"That's great."

Picking up the wild chicken, Chen Qinglin glanced at the mountain forest.

"Qing Shi ge, we've gone quite deep into the forest. If we go any further, it might be dangerous."

"We have gone quite deep. Let's head back, this is enough." Chen Qing Shi patted his hunting pouch.

This mountain forest was on the outer edge of the Qingyan Mountain Range. There were no large prey, only occasional wild boars, but it was safe.

Deeper in the forest, large beasts roamed. Legends said that even deeper, there were Demonic Beasts. The elders in the village often warned them not to go further in.

Chen Qinglin knew his own abilities and was certainly not someone who courted death.

With that, the two began to walk back.

"Qinglin, in a while, my father plans to send me to the Martial Arts School in town. I won't be able to come hunting with you anymore."

"Really? Congratulations. Didn't you always want to learn martial arts since you were little? This is fulfilling your wish."

"That's right. Qinglin, why don't you talk to Third Uncle? We can go together then."

"This... I'll think about it. I'll go back and discuss it with my father."

"Alright, I'll wait for your news!"

After leaving the forest, the two chatted as they walked, and before they knew it, they had returned to the village. After dividing the prey, they each went home.

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"Big brother is back!" Chen Qinglin heard the voice and saw a small figure rushing towards him.

He glanced at Chen Xiaoxiao, who was hugging his thigh, put down the hunting pouch, and Chen Xiaoxiao immediately let go of his leg and squatted beside the hunting pouch, saying:

"Big brother, what did you catch?"

Chen Qinglin untied his hunting bag. Inside were three pheasants and one wild rabbit.

"We'll have meat tonight!"

"You little glutton."

He hugged the seven-year-old Chen Xiaoxiao, pinched her little face, and walked towards the inner room.

"You're back."

"Big brother!"

He looked up to see a very ordinary farmer, along with his younger brother Chen Qingyun, who had just run over.

"Dad, where's Mom?"

"In the main hall."

He glanced to the side.

A woman in coarse cloth clothes, with a red silk skirt embroidered with a few fresh flowers around her waist, was busy.

"Mom, I'm back! We're having meat tonight!"

"Ah! Qinglin is back."

"Xiao Yun, go bring in the game your brother caught."

"..." Chen Qingyun.

The family was chattering and laughing. Chen Qinglin was still thinking about practicing martial arts, but didn't know how to bring it up.

Practicing martial arts was no small matter, and the expenses were not insignificant, nor was it guaranteed to lead to anything.

It was only in the last two years, after Chen Qinglin learned to hunt, that the family's life had gradually improved.

They had some savings, but when it came time to speak, he hesitated.

"Qinglin, what's wrong?"

Chen Liangwu, standing beside him, noticed his son's distraction and said.

"Dad, I want to practice martial arts."

After a moment of silence, Chen Qinglin said.

Chen Liangwu looked at his son, got up, and went into the inner room to rummage around. He came back and said, "If you want to practice, go. Dad supports you."

"Thank you, Dad," Chen Qinglin said with a look of joy.

"The harvest has been good these past few years, so go if you want."

Looking at his father, who had always supported him, Chen Qinglin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After a while, he finally said, "I will definitely practice martial arts well."

"I want to go too!" The eleven-year-old Chen Qingyun, who was beside them and didn't understand what was happening, just shouted along when he heard his big brother was going to practice martial arts.

"Don't cause trouble. Wait a couple more years until you're older," Mother Chen said, smiling as she gently patted Chen Qingyun's head.

At night, the stars twinkled in the sky. Chen Qinglin sat in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

Chen Liangwu was also beside him, enjoying the cool evening breeze.

"Your great-grandfather once said that our Chen family also had a martial arts heritage. Otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up in Linhe Village when we fled from disaster back then."

"But it was all lost during the escape. After arriving in Linhe Village, we didn't dare to reveal it, and now, I don't know if any of it still exists."

Chen Qinglin listened quietly as his father spoke. He recalled that the Chen family had no notable presence in Linhe Village and knew that the martial arts heritage was probably gone.

Otherwise, his uncle wouldn't have sent Brother Qingshi to the town to learn martial arts.

His father's generation had three brothers and two sisters, five siblings in total.

His second uncle went to work in a restaurant in town when he was young. Now, he had saved enough money to open a noodle stall.

He had managed to leave farming behind, and the village land was contracted to his uncle and their family for cultivation.

His father and uncle sent some grain to his second uncle every year.

One of his two aunts married into a neighboring village, and the other married a merchant in town.

They visited every few years, but he didn't know the specifics of their lives.