Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Liu Rufeng stayed in the bathroom alone for a long time.

After washing his hands in the toilet, he picked up the bar of soap provided by the inn from the sink, lathered it in his hands to create fine white foam, rinsed it off in the toilet, raised his finger to his nose to smell it, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"It smells so good."

As he spoke, he noticed the mirror above the sink and suddenly fell silent.

He had seen the best bronze mirrors in the martial arts world, but even the brightest polished bronze mirrors reflected blurry images, as if shrouded in a layer of mist that would never dissipate.

But in the mirror, every single premature gray hair at my temples is clearly visible.

He looked at himself in the mirror, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly muttered to himself, "I'm getting old."

I closed the toilet lid, turned around, and left the bathroom.

Ke Zhenhai leaned against the headboard, his iron crutch resting across his knees, his cloudy old eyes staring at the light on the wall for a long time.

The light had been on for almost an hour, but there were no flickering flames or smells of cooking oil.

He finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and reached out to touch it. His fingers hesitated around the edge of the lampshade for a moment before he withdrew them.

He sighed and muttered to himself:

"This lamp oil is really strange."

No need to add oil or trim the wick; not even a spark can be seen, yet it shines as brightly as day.

"I've lived for over sixty years and have never seen anything like it."

This newly acquired master, the renowned One-Eyed Iron Crutch in the martial arts world, was now like an old child who didn't know how to handle a new and interesting toy.

On Gongsun Mo's desk lay a newly bought blank booklet and a ballpoint pen that cost him a full twenty taels of silver.

He has written about everything from cement roads to glass streetlights, from flush toilets to light switches, filling more than a dozen pages.

He closed the booklet, stood up, walked to the window, pushed open the glass, and looked towards the distant harbor.

The silhouette of a giant, iron-gray ship could be vaguely seen there, resembling a sleeping steel behemoth in the night.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself:

"Let's go to the beach early tomorrow to see the big iron ship."

The Lianhai State-run Store was brightly lit, and the shelves were filled with daily necessities produced in Lianhai County.

Soap, glasses, toilet water, lighters, rough porcelain bowls and plates, as well as the newly launched Lianhai soap and carved glass mirrors.

After dropping off their luggage at the inn, these martial arts practitioners flocked in, crowding the shop to the point of being impassable.

Liu Si stood behind the cashier, watching the long line of people from all walks of life paying their money, and couldn't stop smiling.

As he skillfully collected money and gave change, he inwardly admired his master's shrewdness. First, the city lockdown created a sense of mystery, making these people unable to resist, and then the limited number of admission slots deterred unscrupulous individuals.

Finally, they opened the city gates and used novelties from state-run stores, such as inns, electric lights, and flush toilets, to extract all their silver.

Once this group finishes shopping and returns to their respective sects, the entire martial arts world will become a living legend of Lianhai County. At that time, more and more people will come to visit, and the silver will pile up higher and higher.

The night market closed after 9 PM, and the bustling town of Lianhai finally quieted down after a long day.

People were walking back in twos and threes on the street. Some were carrying freshly bought milk tea and spicy noodles, showing them off as they went. Others were studying under the streetlights, trying to figure out where the light inside the glass dome was coming from.

The next morning, Lin Mo received a message from Cangwu County:

Prefect Pei Ziyu arrived, accompanied by seven people, and came to Lianhai around 9:00 AM.

Lin Mo put down the telegram, ordered his men to clean up the main hall of the county government, and then summoned Zhou Ping and Yue Pengniao to lead a team of Flying Tigers members to wait at the city gate.

As for Long Qingxue, Lin Mo felt there was no need to bring her along now.

Women should keep their own enjoyment to themselves and avoid showing their faces in public.

When Pei Ziyu's carriage arrived at the city gate, Lin Mo was standing inside the gate, with two rows of Flying Tigers standing straight behind him, rifles slung over their shoulders, and bayonets gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Pei Ziyu lifted the carriage curtain and glanced at the scene, his lips twitching slightly.

The carriage came to a stop, and Pei Ziyu lifted his robe and stepped out.

Lin Mo stepped forward and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting:

"Your humble servant Lin Mo greets Lord Pei."

You must be tired from your long journey.

Pei Ziyu quickly reached out to support Lin Mo's arms, looked him up and down, and smiled warmly as a spring breeze:

"Lord Lin, please rise quickly."

"In the Battle of Heishigou, you truly brought glory to the imperial court. I've long wanted to come to Lianhai to see for myself, and today my wish has finally come true."

He released his grip, his gaze sweeping over Lin Mo's shoulder to the heavily armed Flying Tigers members on either side of the city gate. His smile remained unchanged, but his tone shifted slightly.

"However, Lianhai County is quite something now."

I remember last time I looked at Lianhai's household registration book, it was a poor, dilapidated fishing village. How long has it been? You've turned it into a vital border town.

Even people in the capital have been asking me about Lian Hai.

Lin Mo remained expressionless and smiled ingratiatingly:

"Lord Pei is joking. Lianhai County is still the same Lianhai County. There's no such thing as an important town or not."

I don't know who spread the rumor in the martial arts world that I have some kind of peerless divine weapon, which attracted a large number of martial arts people to flock here, causing chaos in Cangwu County and Lianhai County, and making the people resentful.

"I had no other choice but to bite the bullet and repair the city walls, pave the roads, and build a few inns and shops to accommodate these people. I had no other intentions."

Pei Ziyu stroked his beard and chuckled:

"I see.

So, all those rumors I've heard are just hearsay?"

"Rumor, absolutely a rumor."

Even adults know that these江湖人 (jianghu people) love to exaggerate; a story changes drastically after being told by three different people.

Pei Youqing leaned halfway out of the carriage, taking advantage of the brief exchange between her father and Lin Mo to secretly observe Lin Mo.

Today she wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a light blue gauze overlay. Her long hair was tied back with a simple silver hairpin. She looked elegant and refined. Standing among a group of disheveled followers, she resembled an orchid that had been mistakenly planted in a wasteland.

Lin Mo's gaze inadvertently met hers, and she immediately lowered her eyelashes and retreated back into the carriage.

Lin Mo stepped aside to make way for him and gestured for him to proceed.

"My lord, you must be tired from your journey. Please rest for a while at the county office. I have already had tea and refreshments prepared."

Pei Ziyu waved his hand:

No rush.

"It's a rare opportunity for an old man to come all this way, so I'll first take a stroll around your Lianhai County. I've heard it's quite lively here now, and I'd like to see it for myself."

Lin Mo then accompanied him on a slow walk along the main street.

Along the way, Pei Ziyu's eyes were constantly drawn to the novel things on both sides of the street: the smooth, mirror-like cement road underfoot, the street lamp posts every few steps, the bright glass windows of the shops along the street, and the elderly men and women wearing red armbands patrolling the street.