Sou Eu, o Herói de Jinshan

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In the Song Dynasty, the fourth year of the Yuan You era, morning, Ruzhou—a government road where a horse-drawn carriage rocked at a steady pace.

“They say in the south there’s Murong, in the north Qiao Feng. I’ve heard the Beggar Sect’s chief, Qiao Feng, stands eight chi tall, eyes like copper bells, his hands reaching below his knees...”

The escort guard driving the carriage looked to be in his early twenties, speaking fluently without pause, endlessly recounting tales from the martial world.

The carriage lifted its curtain to reveal a man in his thirties seated inside. He wore a white shirt, his skin tanned and dark, his eyes sharp and penetrating. Listening to the guard’s description of Qiao Feng, his expression involuntarily twisted into a grimace.

[This isn’t a description of Qiao Feng at all; it’s more like a giant gorilla. Eight chi in the Song Dynasty is nearly two and a half meters tall.]

The man — Zhang Chengyi — silently scoffed in his mind but did not interrupt the guard’s gossip.

As a special traveler from another world, he was well-versed in the story of the Heavenly Dragon Scroll, but in reality, many details were a mystery to him, especially in this inconvenient ancient era. Since ‘landing’ in this body, he had never encountered a single character from the novels, famous or otherwise.

Listening was always beneficial.

“A few days ago, I heard about the Penglai Sect in Shandong…” The guard nodded his head as if he were a witness himself.

Zhang Chengyi listened patiently for a while, then,