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Chapter 1: Xu Xian

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"I want to be Zhang Yutang, I want to be Zhang Yutang."

After watching the new legend of the White Snake, an urban youth pointed at Bai Suzhen in the picture and punched the word "forget" into Zhang Yutang's heart, and couldn't help but get angry.

"Forgetting words is lingering in my heart, all the karma in the world has disappeared. It's so pitiful, so pitiful, the fate is endless. Why can't such a cute, pure, and beautiful little girl get a happy fate? Damn it, God, you are too

It’s not fair, I’m the eighth generation of your ancestors.”

The young man raised his middle finger and looked at the sky with contempt.

boom!

"No way, I'm so unlucky!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the air and struck the young man's body.

"I heard people say that people who are struck by lightning can travel through time--"

The young man lost his last consciousness.



During the Song Dynasty, Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Yuanwai was walking anxiously around the yard alone, unable to sit still, with a mixture of joy, worry and uneasiness on his face.

"Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir, you've given birth, you've given birth, my wife has given birth, you've got a young master."

A maid trotted and came to Zhang Yuanwai.

"Having given birth, really giving birth, is she still a young master?"

Zhang Yuanwai grabbed the maid's arm, his face full of ecstasy.

The maid endured the pain, and her tone was mixed with excitement:

"Yes, sir, he is a young master. He is so cute."

"Ha ha-----"

Zhang Yuanwai looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with tears streaming from his eyes:

"My Zhang family has an heir, as all the ancestors have done, my Zhang family has a heir!"

"Quick! Quick! Take me to see Madam. Is there anything wrong with Madam?"

"Mother and child are safe!"

"That's good, that's good!"

With that said, Zhang Yuanwai ran towards the room with a cheerful expression on his face.

"Where is this?"

The newly born baby opened his eyes and looked at the new world in confusion, and a high-pitched male voice sounded, announcing his arrival to the world.

"Damn, why am I a baby? Did I really travel through time?"

"Good boy, be good, don't cry!"

A beautiful young woman, holding her child carefully, her face filled with happiness:

"Is he hungry? What should I do? I don't have milk yet?"

"Madam, don't be anxious. The milk will be available in two days. Let the wet nurse feed you for two days first."

"Then hurry, hurry, don't starve the children."

The young woman gently handed the child over.

"I don't want to eat other people's milk!"

Seeing a fat woman stretching out her hand with a smile on her face, the child burst into tears.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

The young woman quickly took the child into her arms again, and the child immediately stopped crying.

"That's pretty much it. How can I eat other people's milk? My mother has just given birth and is very tired physically and mentally. I can't stress too much."

Thinking, thinking, I closed my eyes, felt sleepy, and fell asleep.

"Here, help me put the baby next to me. I want to watch him fall asleep."

The young woman asked the maid to put away the child, with a gentle smile on her face:

"You are really my mother's caring treasure. At such a young age, I know how to be close to my mother."

"Madam, madam, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Yuanwai approached the bed with a bright face and sat down:

"You are a great contributor to my Zhang family. From now on, my Zhang family will have a successor."

"Master, this is what I should do."

The young woman looked at her husband with love and said softly:

"The child hasn't been named yet, so I have to give him a name quickly."

"Okay, okay, let me think about it, let me think about it."

Zhang Yuanwai stood up, walked a few steps in front of the bed, and clapped his hands:

"Yes!"

"Master, please keep your voice down, don't scare the children."

The young woman glanced at the sleeping baby and gave Zhang Yuanwai an angry look.

"Yes, yes, ma'am!"

Zhang Yuanwai walked lightly, walked to the bed, and said:

"My Zhang family is rich and wealthy. My son was born to be rich and noble. I also hope that he will be rich and prosperous in the future. Let's call him Yutang, Zhang Yutang, Zhang Yutang, rich Yutang!"

"

"Zhang Yutang!"

The young woman repeated it silently, her beautiful eyes shining:

"This is a good name. From now on, my son will be called Zhang Yutang!"

….

Spring passed and autumn came, and it was seven years before I realized it. Zhang Yutang was already seven years old.

"What era is this place? Where did I travel to?"

Seven-year-old Zhang Yutang, who looked like a porcelain doll with pink and jade-shaped hair, bright eyes and white teeth, was holding a piece of grass in his mouth and was lying under the big locust tree in the back garden, basking in the sun.

"However, it looks like it's pretty good here. I'm well-dressed and well-fed every day. It's not bad for me to live a free and happy life like this."

In the past seven years, Zhang Yutang has carefully observed this new world. It is prosperous, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and it is a peaceful and prosperous age.

"Master, Master, I'm calling you."

A maid came over with light steps.

"I know, I know, I'll go right away."

Zhang Yutang stood up from the ground neatly, thinking as he walked:

"Why is my old man looking for me? Let's go and see if the old man will let me go out to play this time. It's not easy to travel through time. No matter what, I have to live a happy life in a carefree and unrestrained way."

After walking through the garden, walking through the pavilions and corridors, and arriving at the hall, Zhang Yuanwai was sitting there, and Mrs. Zhang was sitting on the chair next to her.

"Mom, dad, the baby is here."

Although Zhang Yutang had an adult soul, he did not want to act too evil. He shouted sweetly, walked to Mrs. Zhang obediently, sat down, raised his head and asked:

"Dad, are you looking for the child?"

"Yutang, you are seven years old this year and it is time for enlightenment. My father has found a famous scholar nearby to be your enlightenment teacher. Are you willing?"

Zhang Yuanwai looked at the lovely Zhang Yutang with a smile, and his heart was full of joy.

Since the child was born, he has been very smart and has never had anyone worry about him.

What is even more surprising is that at a young age, he has already learned to memorize many poems from his wife.

However, just memorizing is not enough, now it’s time to enlighten and practice calligraphy.

Education must start from childhood.

"Okay, Dad, the child doesn't want to study and learn calligraphy alone. The child wants to go to school to study with other children. You can't learn true knowledge by working alone behind closed doors."

Zhang Yutang gave his own reasons. He had long been driven crazy by holding himself in the house. Once he left Zhang's house, the sky was as high as the birds could fly, and the sea was as wide as the fish could jump.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to understand this, so I'll just go to Mingyang Academy."

Zhang Yuanwai made the final decision. Only Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes at her son. She knew her son better than his mother. No one knew more about her son's spirits and ghosts than Mrs. Zhang.

However, she knew her son was smart and sensible, so she didn't stop him.

Early the next morning, there was a gentle breeze and purple mist.

Zhang Yutang entered Mingyang College with a healthy servant and a boy.

Mingyang College is the most famous school nearby, and many children study hard here.

Zhang Yuanwai had already taken care of everything. After entering Mingyang College, Zhang Yutang was directly assigned to a seat.

"I am Zhang Yutang, please help me in the future."

After sitting down, Zhang Yutang smiled brightly at his deskmate.

"I am Xu Xian, please help me in the future."

My deskmate smiled softly in return. He was as gentle as jade. He was also a boy carved in pink and jade, delicate and intelligent, as rich as jade.

"Xu Xian?"

Zhang Yutang suddenly recalled in his mind the new Legend of the White Snake that he had watched before traveling through time.


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