The Six Dynasties Series, Part 1 - The Chronicles of Qingyu in the Six Dynasties (Episodes 1-31 Complete) Authors: Nongyu & Longxuan

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[Episode

1] Chapter 1

Evening.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, weaving a damp curtain of light around the streetlights.

Cheng Zongyang walked silently down the street, his mood gloomy.

A black cat appeared at the street corner. Its brownish-yellow eyes stared at him, then slowly crossed the street. Its black tail flicked slightly, revealing traces of rain.

The cardboard box he was carrying fell to the ground, the scraps of paper inside fluttering out like butterflies, immediately soaked by the rain and scattered haphazardly on the pavement.

Cheng Zongyang instinctively reached out, wanting to pick up these documents that once embodied his hard work.

He hesitated for a moment. Then he put his hands in his pockets and silently walked away.

What was the use now? He had already lost everything.

An old man appeared beside him, his cloudy eyes staring into the void, and slowly said: Your world is dark and without light.

The street beneath his feet suddenly vanished, and Cheng Zongyang felt as if he were falling off a cliff, plummeting into an endless abyss, the prophetic whisper echoing in his ears: "

Your world is dark and gloomy.

Your world is dark and gloomy..."

Cheng Zongyang reached out, like a helpless drowning man trying to grasp at a non-existent straw. But his hands were empty.

...

"Zongyang..." a voice called to him.

"Zongyang..."

The voice was beautiful and pure, like a stream, yet tinged with urgency.

"Zongyang!"

Cheng Zongyang awoke with a start, his back wet and cold, covered in cold sweat. He stood there for a moment, then recognized the small room before him.

The dim light of the streetlamp shone through the curtains onto his pale arms. Cheng Zongyang turned his face, forcing a smile.

Ye Zimei hugged him, still shaken, and said, "You were trembling and sweating so much. It scared me to death… Zongyang, were you having another dream?"

Cheng Zongyang didn't answer, only holding his girlfriend tighter.

The same dream had been recurring since he received that notice.

Three years ago, Cheng Zongyang graduated from the English department and joined this planning company. He poured almost all his energy into his work, and with such hard work, he quickly became a key member of the company. But he never imagined that just as he was about to embark on the road to success, he would receive a layoff notice.

"We admire your abilities, but unfortunately, the company is currently facing difficulties and has to…" the supervisor said regretfully.

Cheng Zongyang knew exactly what he meant. Excellence wasn't an excuse for being laid off; the problem was that he shouldn't have appeared too excellent, to the point that he received a high salary commensurate with his abilities before the financial crisis hit.

It was a ridiculous paradox: he worked hard, hoping to demonstrate his value, only to become one of the first targets for layoffs after just receiving a decent salary. Conversely, if he were lazy and took a job paying half the current salary, he might be safe and sound.

"Thank you." Cheng Zongyang calmly accepted the notification, packed his belongings, received a severance payment that was neither too much nor too little, and left the company, becoming one of the unemployed.

But inside, Cheng Zongyang was far from as calm as he appeared. As a young man who had only been working for three years, Cheng Zongyang didn't have much savings. Shortly before losing his job, he used all his savings as a down payment to reserve a pre-sale apartment that would be delivered in a year.

It wasn't until Cheng Zongyang sent out a large number of resumes and received no response that he realized how ill-timed his unemployment was. Almost all companies were laying off employees, almost all companies were laying off those who had joined the company less than five years ago, hadn't had time to build connections, but were receiving high salaries. After learning about this situation, Cheng Zongyang's pressure suddenly increased.

The monthly mortgage payment for that pre-sale apartment was already a huge burden, and he also had to pay the rent for his current apartment and make necessary expenses. And his income was zero. What was even more terrifying was that no one knew how long this situation would last.

"Can't sleep?"

A soft hand rested on his chest, gently massaging it. Then his girlfriend's fair face moved closer, lightly touching his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Ye Zimei was his girlfriend of four years, now working as a flight attendant for an airline. They had originally planned to get married within a year, which was why they had bought a house, but now, everything had to be postponed.

The hand slowly moved down, gently caressing his lower abdomen. Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief, the knot in his heart slowly dissolving. He embraced his girlfriend, kissed her lips, and then licked the corner of her lips.

Ye Zimei pushed him away slightly, then obediently snuggled into the covers. Then, a soft little mouth took his glans into her mouth, gently licking it.

The little gesture of licking the corner of her lips was a secret between them, indicating that he wanted Zimei to kiss him. In the past, Cheng Zongyang would always have to coax Ye Zimei for a long time before she would kiss his penis. But since he lost his job, Ye Zimei had never refused.

A tingling pleasure rose from his lower body. Cheng Zongyang rested his hands behind his head, enjoying the warmth and softness of his girlfriend's mouth. Like any young person who had just started working, Cheng Zongyang was very arrogant. This unemployment hit him much harder than he had imagined. Suddenly losing his job not only disrupted his life but also filled him with a sense of defeat.

Life suddenly became unrecognizable. To find work, he sent out countless job applications every day, only to be met with cold rejections. In these bleak days, the only comfort he received was from his beautiful girlfriend beside him.

The pressure in his heart gradually dissipated. Cheng Zongyang turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room. His beloved girlfriend was obediently kneeling between his legs, carefully sucking and swallowing his penis. Under the light, her fair body radiated a soft glow, as lustrous as white jade.

In university, Ye Zimei was a famous campus beauty, not only sweet-looking and with outstanding temperament but also possessing an enviable figure. In comparison, Cheng Zongyang was much more ordinary, and his family background was far inferior to that of the Ye family. Yet, the two came together and fell in love.

Cheng Zongyang picked up his girlfriend and entered her from behind. Ye Zimei turned her face, her silky long hair cascading down her neck, and gently arched her back to accommodate his penis.

Cheng Zongyang held Ye Zimei tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. At this moment, his girlfriend's soft body brought him immense comfort. Cheng Zongyang cast aside all his repression and unhappiness, making love with his girlfriend passionately until he released all his excess energy.

"Are you tired?" Ye Zimei asked softly as they embraced.

Cheng Zongyang smiled and gently touched her nose. "How could I be tired with you?"

Ye Zimei rolled her eyes at him and then said, "That interview..."

Cheng Zongyang's fingers stiffened.

In the month since losing his job, Cheng Zongyang had sent out countless job applications but received no response. Ye Zimei, however, had secured an interview opportunity in Shanghai through her father's connections.

In the past, Cheng Zongyang would never have bothered with such an interview. He knew very well that the position wasn't right for him. The unchanging nine-to-five routine, the busy yet tedious work, the endless grind of seniority, waiting for a promotion—this wasn't what he wanted. But now he had no choice.

"I'll go," Cheng Zongyang said.

Ye Zimei glanced at the time, hurriedly got up, showered in the bathroom, and came out wrapped in a towel. Seeing her stunning figure, Cheng Zongyang couldn't resist hugging her and gently biting one of her full breasts.

"Stop it, I have to catch an early flight."

Ye Zimei changed into her underwear, put on sheer pantyhose, donned her sky-blue flight attendant uniform, tied her neckerchief, and then leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I'm flying to Shanghai today and will rest there for two days." Ye Zimei's eyes were wet, radiating a captivating shyness, and she whispered, "I haven't worn that set of lingerie I bought last time. Bring it with you, and I'll wear it and we'll have sex." Cheng

Zongyang felt a surge of heat.

Ye Zimei kissed him on the lips. "I'm leaving. You can sleep a little longer."

With her departure, the room fell dark again.

Cheng Zongyang wasn't worried about the job. Ye Zimei's father, Ye Xingnan, was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company. He had a wide network of connections, and with his help, getting the job wouldn't be difficult. However, getting the job meant he would become a junior employee, slowly accumulating seniority, like a worker ant in an anthill, following a predetermined path without change.

Was this really okay? He felt truly lost.

Before entering the workforce, he had been ambitious, planning to save money for a few years, then quit his job to start his own business, perhaps building his own corporate empire in ten or twenty years. Were those lofty ambitions about to bow to reality so quickly? He had once boasted in a drunken stupor that he would do anything to make a name for himself and achieve success. Now… that same determination couldn't even handle the pressure of his mortgage payment at the end of the month…

Cheng Zongyang smiled bitterly, finding the phrase "youthful arrogance" truly ironic, even though… he wasn't old by any measure.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Zongyang! We agreed to play ball, you haven't forgotten, have you? Be careful I time-travel, then you won't be able to find me to play ball anymore."

It was Duan Qiang, Cheng Zongyang's childhood best friend, a rich young master, a hardcore novel and anime fanatic, and extremely enthusiastic about time-travel stories.

From the moment Cheng Zongyang met him, Duan Qiang dreamed every day of time-traveling to another dimension and starting a completely different life.

When Cheng Zongyang was nine years old, Duan Qiang told him, "Do you know? Every year, at least 40,000 people disappear without a trace worldwide. It's like two people are talking, and suddenly one of them vanishes into thin air, leaving no trace. Do you know where they go?"

Cheng Zongyang shook his head.

"They time-traveled! They've arrived in another time and space!" Duan Qiang said proudly. "I read in a book that there are many parallel worlds outside our world. When one of these worlds makes contact with ours, a time-travel phenomenon occurs."

"Really?"

"Have you heard of that? A person was walking down the street when he was suddenly struck by a purple lightning bolt. When he woke up, he found himself back in ancient times!"

From then on, Duan Qiang insisted on not using an umbrella whenever it rained.

"There was another person who, while riding an elevator, found himself in another world when the elevator doors opened. Then he met an old man and realized he was in a magical world."

That day, Duan Qiang rode the elevator all day, insisting on opening the doors on every floor to see if he had traveled to another world. He caused everyone in the company to accompany him up and down each floor. If his father hadn't been a company director, the security guards would have kicked this troublesome child out long ago.

Fortunately, Duan Qiang only played around for one day, because the next day he discovered that there was also a time-travel point at his school.

"Have you noticed? The chubby kid from the next class is gone!" Duan Qiang told him mysteriously, "The last time I saw him, he was climbing out of the school window. And then he never appeared again! He must have time-traveled!"

So Duan Qiang climbed that window every day. As his best friend, Cheng Zongyang had no choice but to climb with him every day. They only gave up when they heard that the chubby kid had transferred schools. After

hanging up the phone, Cheng Zongyang suddenly realized that he missed his old friend. Well, he might as well play a game of basketball to clear his head.

...

When he arrived at the basketball court, Duan Qiang had already started warming up.

"Zongyang, watch my three-pointer!"

Duan Qiang jumped up and shot, and it was a beautiful swish.

"How about that!"

"Shoot one more, and if you make it again, I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Shoot it!"

Duan Qiang picked up the ball and shot another three-pointer. But he didn't have enough power, and the ball fell off the rim before it even hit the basket.

The two of them laughed.

"

You guessed it." "Show me your guess."

Cheng Zongyang changed his basketball shoes and jumped up to stretch his arms and legs. Then he picked up the ball and took a long-range shot from beyond the three-point line. The ball bounced high off the rim.

"Have you found a job yet?" Duan Qiang, who was very talkative with him, knew he was currently unemployed.

"No. There are layoffs everywhere."

"What's the big deal about being unemployed?" Duan Qiang said nonchalantly, "I haven't had a job either, and I'm doing just fine."

Cheng Zongyang made a layup, scoring two points, and then said, "Young master of a big boss, when do you need a job? Tell me when you're under pressure to eat."

Duan Qiang shrugged. His father's company would eventually be handed over to him, but judging from his father's appearance, it could last at least another twenty years, so Duan Qiang was content to be a spoiled rich kid and had no interest in working.

"I have a new girlfriend, let's have dinner together tonight."

"No way. My flight is this afternoon."

"Flight? Where to?"

"Shanghai. I have an interview opportunity, I have to go."

"Really?" Duan Qiang exclaimed, "What will I do if you leave?"

Cheng Zongyang was both amused and exasperated. Duan Qiang was his best friend. If the interview went well, they would have fewer opportunities to see each other in the future.

"What kind of job requires traveling so far?" Duan Qiang said with dissatisfaction.

"Proofreading a text translation, I guess."

"You'd do that kind of work? It's so pointless. What happened to what you studied in college? You're not going to use it?"

"I majored in English in college, which isn't really a major anymore. My graduation thesis was on ancient warfare history, which was just a personal interest and doesn't apply to the workplace!"

Actually, Cheng Zongyang had already begun to waver. Did he really want to be a low-level employee for the rest of his life? The size of the position wasn't that important, but... was he really going to settle for an ordinary life so early? Was he really willing to give up his entrepreneurial dreams and ambitions and succumb to reality?

Duan Qiang slammed the ball against the backboard in frustration and said, "I'm not playing anymore! Let's rest for a bit."

Duan Qiang handed him a bottle of water and suddenly said, "Remember? When you were little, you said you wanted to be the scoring champion. You even tricked me into thinking you'd make me the rebounding champion, and then you came to play with me."

Cheng Zongyang laughed. He loved playing basketball as a child and had coaxed Duan Qiang into playing with him.

But his height stopped at 1.78 meters, and that dream was shattered.

Back then, he also dreamed of becoming a scientist, because his teacher said scientists were the most admirable people.

Later, he wanted to be an astronaut, because the feeling of walking in space was so captivating. After that, he also dreamed of becoming a historian, a writer, a painter… like any ordinary child, he had countless dreams and aspirations.

But Duan Qiang's dream was much purer. His childhood dream was to travel through time and see what another world was like. He even participated in a wilderness survival training camp for this, but only stayed for three days before returning. He said, "Wilderness survival is too boring. If I could time travel, I could conquer a city with just a machine gun!"

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "You're not a child anymore, and you're still thinking about time travel?"

"Of course! Life in this world is too dull." Duan Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Zongyang! I'll go to Shanghai with you!"

"Where are you going and what are you going to do there?"

"That's the 30th parallel north! Pyramids, the Hanging Gardens, the Bermuda Triangle... the most mysterious things in the world happen in that area, and I've calculated that the chances of time travel by plane are twice as high as usual," Duan Qiang said excitedly, "Maybe I'll even time travel on the Yangtze River."

Looking at his friend's eager eyes, Cheng Zongyang chuckled, "Okay, let's go together. We'll time travel together then!"

Duan Qiang picked up a basketball and shouted, "Watch my time travel ball!" With

a "thud," the basketball went through the net. Duan Qiang raised his hand and made a victory sign, "Time travel successful!"

Leaving the basketball court, Cheng Zongyang noticed a brand-new Porsche Carrera parked outside. That was Duan Qiang's newly bought sports car. Its sleek yellow body exuded a quiet yet powerful aura. Cheng Zongyang wondered how many years he would have to work, without spending a penny, to afford such a car, but for Duan Qiang, it was just a new car he'd bought this year.

Cheng Zongyang sat in the car, sighed, and said, "Driving a car like this, and still dreaming of time travel."

"Haha, the ideal life is always elsewhere!" Duan Qiang said. "I wish I could travel back in time and be an orphan, so I wouldn't be so bored all the time. Let's go!"

"Hey, you haven't booked your ticket yet."

"Are you kidding? Do I need to book my own ticket?"

Three hours later, Cheng Zongyang and Duan Qiang were already on a flight to Shanghai. Besides luggage, Duan Qiang also brought a huge travel bag containing a tent, sleeping bag, insect repellent, medicine, a solar charger, personal tools, and even books and a diving suit.

Cheng Zongyang found it laughable, "Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"You wouldn't believe it, these are all essential items for time travel. Tent and sleeping bag for camping, insect repellent and medicine for protection, charger to power the lighting equipment. And these books, they're all about the basic manufacturing methods of various products."

Duan Qiang casually flipped to a page, "Cement: Mix lime and clay in a 3:1 ratio, add water to 40%, fire it in a kiln until dry, then grind it. Simple, right? Even an idiot could learn it." Duan Qiang patted his travel bag, "With this in hand, I'm not afraid of anywhere I time travel to!"

"Why did you bring a diving suit?"

Duan Qiang said, "What if I time travel to the water?"

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "You're really a time travel enthusiast."

Duan Qiang stuffed the travel bag into the overhead suitcase while saying, "Don't you want to time travel?"

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment, "No. I don't want to time travel." If he time traveled, who would pay off his mortgage?

Duan Qiang sat down, sighing, and said, "Don't you even have a dream? Are you content to be a lowly clerk for the rest of your life?"

Content? That unchanging, mundane life... Cheng Zongyang subconsciously clenched his fist, then changed the subject, "Carrying so much stuff, aren't you tired? Come on, let's play a quiz. If you had a chance to time travel, and you could only bring three things, what would you bring?"

Duan Qiang perked up, "Simply put, I'd bring three things: a copy of 'Military Manufacturing,' from steelmaking to ammunition, I'd manufacture everything; a historical timeline, with which I'd be half a god; and a heavy machine gun—with these three treasures, I'd be unstoppable!"

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "You think carrying a copy of 'Military Manufacturing' will allow you to manufacture steel and ammunition? Without manufacturing..." "With such a basic skill set, you can't even manufacture a single bullet. Machine guns are even more useless; once the bullets are used up, they're no better than firewood. And as for historical timelines—if you can change history by time travel, what's the point of a historical timeline? If you can't change history, why bother time traveling at all? Besides, what if you time travel to a different world unrelated to our history? Are you going to bring history textbooks there to teach mythology?"

Duan Qiang scratched his head. "So what would you bring if you time traveled to the past? Only three things."

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment. "First, I'd bring a complete encyclopedia. Because wealth might depreciate, but knowledge won't. Then I'd bring a Swiss Army knife, the more functions the better. Third, I'd bring a bag of glass beads."

"Glass beads?"

"If I traveled back to ancient times, nothing would be easier or more convenient to exchange for money than glass beads. Maybe I could exchange one glass bead for an entire manor."

"Haha, if you traveled to the West, glass beads wouldn't be worth anything; you might as well bring a gold bar."

"Then let's just send you back to the dinosaur era; gold bars wouldn't be of any use then."

The two were joking when suddenly the plane shook slightly, as if it had encountered turbulence. Then the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker, "A thunderstorm is forming ahead. Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and do not leave your seats."

Through the windows, they could see black clouds surging wildly outside, with flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across them. Affected by the turbulence, all the lights on the plane suddenly went out, plunging the plane into darkness. Passengers screamed in terror, and the flight attendants scrambled to calm them down; the scene was chaotic.

Duan Qiang pressed his face against the window, gazing at the rolling clouds, and whispered, "Mission creates destiny..." He turned his head, "Zongyang! Did you know? There was a Japanese student who tried time travel on a plane. A bolt of lightning struck the plane, and the student traveled to the Three Kingdoms period!"

Cheng Zongyang said irritably, "When lightning strikes a plane, the only thing that happens is a crash. You can go to the Land of the Dead, but forget about the Three Kingdoms."

Just then, a strong purple lightning bolt flashed, like a swirling purple snake shooting through the window towards Cheng Zongyang's dark eyes. Cheng Zongyang quickly turned his head and saw Duan Qiang's surprised look. Then, the lightning bolt pierced his right temple like a needle, making a soft "hissing" sound.

The plane finally avoided the thundercloud and safely entered its designated flight path. Power was restored, all the lights came back on, and all the passengers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh? Where are those two young men?"

Someone suddenly noticed that the two seats by the window were empty, and the two young men on them seemed to have vanished into thin air without leaving any trace.

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