Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 2 Dealing with the Time Travel Scene
Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with willows and painted bridges, wind-blown curtains and emerald screens, and hundreds of thousands of households.

Beneath the white walls and black tiles, with their upturned eaves, lived scholars, wealthy merchants, and beautiful women from Jiangnan.

The streets were also very noisy, with all sorts of strange and pleasant hawking cries filling the air, along with the sounds of wheels, poultry, and livestock—this was the hustle and bustle of the mundane world.

Some people like it and will write masterpieces.

Some people don't like it; they just think that too many people are blocking the way.

A pale-faced, somewhat thin figure carried something through the bustling world, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.

At this moment, the man named Xu Xuan was not in a good mood, but he couldn't show it.

"Mr. Xu, let's go grocery shopping. The radishes from Huiding Temple are really fresh."

"Radish. Yes, that's right."

When a passerby greeted him, the young man nodded gently to indicate that he was right and that he wanted to try something different lately.

"Master Xu, you look rather pale. How about we buy a jar?"

A pharmacy clerk tried to close a sale but received a mild eye roll in return.

At this age, I don't need things that are too dangerous or dangerous.

At this moment, a scholar dressed in brocade robes and carrying a belt inlaid with gold and silver walked over while playing with a jade pendant in his hand.

"Brother Hanwen, it's my treat at Mingyue Flower Shop tonight! Hehehe"

"Ji, another day, another day."

"Ji Tongxue? Brother Hanwen, do you have some dissatisfaction with me? Why do you address me so formally? Miss Xiaoyue truly only admires my poetic talent, and it has nothing to do with my father being the head of the Chamber of Commerce of the Seven Southern Provinces."

Xu Xuan recalled the memories from a while ago and was somewhat speechless.

Write lewd poems on silk, tie them with jade pendants, and throw them over; this will be incredibly effective on the pleasure boat.

"Brother Ji Rui, it was me before."

He briefly explained that he wanted to reschedule for another day and then continued on his way.

In short, Xu Xuan has had a tough time maintaining this relationship, since the sense of distance can't be erased simply by having memories.

Simply because he was from out of town.

He has been in this world for less than two hours.

Xu Xuan was not opposed to time travel itself.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person with a stubborn streak. His teachers at school always said he was a rock with sharp edges and corners.

He had no illustrious family background, nor a childhood that needed repair.

Perhaps one has lofty ambitions in childhood, but with growth and the tempering of time, one eventually becomes ordinary.

Then, an accident happened; he died while rescuing someone.
Having the opportunity to reopen a second time naturally feels like a bonus.

He is still named Xu Xuan, male, 23 years old (by Chinese reckoning), still single, a teacher, and a scholar (a low-ranking official in the imperial examination system).

He was a well-known child prodigy in the surrounding area from a young age. Despite his poor family background, he studied hard and passed the imperial examination to become a scholar, which put him ahead of most people in the world.

But his talent and ability had reached their limit. He failed the imperial examination held every three years. Although he was still proud and planned to try again in three years, he was short of money and could only go to Jintian Academy in the city to become a teacher.

It was called an academy, but it was actually a daycare for the older generation of wealthy merchants and rich kids. The group of second-generation rich kids would spend their days reciting poems and writing essays. Those with a bit of literary talent could only write some lewd poems and erotic lyrics.

This man's daily routine consisted of attending two classes a day, happily taking his silver home to continue preparing for the next autumn imperial examination.

Logically speaking, there should be nothing to complain about; such good fortune should bring joy.

unfortunately
impermanence of life.

That day, Xu Xiucai and his classmate found a scroll of erotic pictures by the side of a pleasure boat.

Upon opening the door by moonlight, I was immediately captivated by the paintings inside, my face flushed and my mind completely mesmerized.

There are a total of sixteen paintings, each created by a renowned artist, showcasing exquisite details and making them truly remarkable.

This was a truly overwhelming shock for Xu Xiucai.

My memories of the next few days are hazy; I only remember going to class at the academy and looking at the diagrams at home. I went to class at the academy again and looked at the diagrams at home again, almost to the point of obsession.

In a daze, a carving knife ended everything.

When he awoke from the pool of blood, the captivating erotic picture scroll had vanished, sending chills down one's spine.

As for reporting to the authorities
He couldn't explain his resurrection and the bloodstains at all.

Having overcome the initial panic, he could only address the most obvious issues first.

Thinking of this, Xu Xuan quickened his pace and entered a small courtyard after several twists and turns.

The creaking sound of the unpainted old wooden door calmed the young man's mood considerably.

This small courtyard has accompanied its owner through more than twenty years of ups and downs. The shabby threshold, the dilapidated blue bricks, the sparse small trees, and the old water vat make one instinctively relax as soon as they enter.

Therefore, if distant people do not submit, then cultivate virtue and culture to attract them. Once they have come, then pacify them. This sentence suddenly came to mind, and it fit the newcomer Xu Xuan perfectly.

He entered the courtyard, closed the gate behind him, and bolted it shut.

Take a knife from the kitchen, chop the radish (white radish) into a paste, put it in a bowl, add some salt, and mix well.

When I felt it was about right, I picked it up and went into the bedroom, pouring it into a large basin.

In the basin was a light blue robe and two blue silk ribbons, with large patches of dark red bloodstains on them.

"In theory, the enzymes, beta-carotene, and oxidases in white radish juice help break down proteins in bloodstains, especially ferrous ions, making them easier to wash away."

Soaking it in cold water for a while longer should remove it.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that this outfit represented the status of a scholar, and that I really couldn't afford a second set, burning it would have been the best option.

Ignoring all that, Xu Xuan continued wiping the few pieces of furniture with the small wooden basin and rag, and finally squatted down to wipe them again, trying not to leave any traces.

What he's doing now is cleaning up the scene of his own death.

After a while, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the bloodstains on my clothes had really been washed away. Then I poured the bloody water into the soil and started turning the soil with tools.

These tasks were quite arduous for a scholar, leaving him breathless with exhaustion.

"After that, we'll sow some grass seeds and it will be perfect."

"The time traveler should be cautious."

It wasn't until it was almost dark that they finished dealing with the first emergency they had encountered since arriving in the world.

So next.
Sitting at his desk, Xu Xuan placed the cleaned and oiled carving knife in front of him.

I started seriously thinking about what to do next.

This era is extremely chaotic; the Great Jin Dynasty is not the Great Jin Dynasty of our memories.

This is because many systems and institutions that only appeared in later generations, as well as various items that did not conform to the characteristics of the era, appeared here.

A fictionalized and heavily modified story?

Starting with plagiarism is proving difficult; my own script isn't working.

Moreover, the strange tales circulating in the streets from the memories of the previous incarnation were of no help whatsoever.

The Master said, "I do not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits." A scholar can do whatever he wants in private, but publicly associating with these supernatural beings will only make him an outcast and bring him more trouble.

The various thoughts in my mind were like a tangled mess.

"We can't stay at Jintian Academy anymore, or rather, we need to leave this familiar place first."

Recalling his brief exchange with that Brother Ji Rui, Xu Xuan felt troubled.

It's one thing if it's just strangers you don't know well, but former classmates and students from the academy will definitely notice your abnormality. Your memory is fine, but changes in your lifestyle, speaking habits, and other subtle details are hard to hide.

Moreover, he had no way to deal with the erotic picture; all he could do was temporarily stay away from the pleasure boat. That kind of place was full of trouble, and he didn't even know if his current predicament was an accident.

After going through my memories.

"I think I should go hide in Nanshan for a while."

Xu Xuan decided to switch to another academy. Coincidentally, Chongqi Academy outside the city was looking for instructors, which might be an opportunity to get rid of the trouble.

"Rebirth—starting as a schoolteacher, haha, it's really finding joy in hardship."

I was really sleepy on the first day of the trek.

With the carving knife under his pillow, Xu Xuan slept unusually soundly.

I even had a very realistic dream.

I dreamt of those sixteen erotic paintings again.

Xu Xuan is so handsome, I can't forget him even in my dreams.

Before the blood could even boil, the lines in these images began to twist and evolve along their trajectories in space.

Xu Xuan was shocked and furious. Was this what they were waiting for?
My life is over!

Finally, a flash of white light appeared, and it seemed as if a goddess standing on a lotus flower came into view.

Just then, a pair of enormous eyes opened at the bottom of the Yangtze River, their vertical pupils radiating an oppressive aura emanating from the top of the food chain.

All the fish and shrimp in the water remained still, awaiting their fate of being eaten; even the river water seemed to freeze at that moment.

The Lord of the Yangtze River slowly awoke from his slumber.

"Is it the White Lotus Incarnation Sutra of that little girl?"

　I just finished the first chapter, and the second chapter is already in the early hours of the morning. I have a lot of ideas, but writing is incredibly slow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)