Yang Junshan was horrified. He sat up suddenly and suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed. As he shook violently, the wooden bed under him also grinned in protest.
.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, the familiar furnishings in the house, exuding the long-lost warmth and nature everywhere, plucking away bit by bit the things that had long been solidified deep in Yang Junshan’s memory.
come out.
The only thing that made him feel unfamiliar was his body that had shrunk by half, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This idea has not yet appeared in Yang Junshan's mind, but a more powerful idea has already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what I looked like a hundred years ago, I am reborn!
The current memory and the experience a hundred years later began to exclude each other in the mind. Scenes of memories from different periods and places emerged in confusion. The confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan completely in a trance, until a small white hand waved in front of his eyes.
It became clearer and clearer, and Yang Junshan finally came back to his senses.
A pink and tender face with a smile like a flower suddenly appeared in his sight. He chuckled and said: "Brother, brother, I'm back to my soul, I'm back to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color. He looked at the cute little girl in front of him and asked tentatively with a hint of disbelief: "Little sister?"
The little girl chuckled, and then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "Brother is in such a daze that he doesn't even recognize my little sister? You have been lying beside the bed in a daze for an hour, thinking about Baqueshan.
Is it about the paddock?"
The little girl's words caused the memory in Yang Junshan's mind to instantly look back from a hundred years ago, until a scene that happened a hundred years ago in Yang Junshan's memory reappeared in his mind, and then completely merged with the scene in front of him. The scene in his previous life
After a hundred years of vicissitudes, the prodigal son finally fully merged with the young Yang Junshan.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side. She turned her back and held the edge of the bed with her hands, then sat side by side with Yang Junshan. Her sweet childish voice continued: "Listen to Dad and Uncle Baishan.
He said that the fairy things in the Baqueshan Paddock are all leftovers picked up by others, and it is also very dangerous inside. There are often vicious beasts that cannibalize people, can you do it if you don't do it?"
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, my mother braided my hair so early in the morning!"
Scenes from the past life kept flashing back and forth in his mind. Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Don't worry, little sister, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy objects have also been selected by Shanshan Sect and other high-ranking families."
Wheel, but there may not be some high-quality fairy things in it that they haven’t discovered before. Maybe the eldest brother is lucky and just found it."
"It's not that easy!"
A voice made Yang Junshan's eyes skip to his younger sister Yang Junxin. A little boy who was two or three years younger than him but had a similar appearance had been standing at the door. Hearing Yang Junshan's words, he curled his lips and said: "
Big Brother, Dad finally begged for a piece of earthy yellow stone from grandma. Although it is not very good, it can still be regarded as a middle-grade fairy. Since grandpa passed away, our family has been in trouble. Big brother, it’s not like you don’t know. For this piece
My father may have been ridiculed by Fifth Uncle and others for fairy things. Except for Shanshan Sect and a few sects in Yu County, there are not many people who can afford the middle-grade fairy.
When I used the fairy spirit, I only used a piece of middle-grade fairy spirit. It would be better for you to insist on going to Baique Mountain, how dangerous it is there!"
The age difference between Yang Junshan and his second brother is less than two years. The two have been fighting a lot since they were young because they were close in age. A few days ago, they had an argument over the ownership of a bow. Yang Junshan took advantage of his age and strength.
He took the mulberry bow from his second brother, which made him cry at his parents for a while. It was not until his father promised to buy him a mulberry bow when he was twelve years old that he stopped.
Yang Junshan looked at his second brother with a face full of blame and a hint of worry. Recalling the more than a hundred years of experience in his sleep, his heart couldn't help but feel warm. He said warmly: "Don't worry, second brother, I just went to Baique."
Shan, if you find nothing, it’s not too late to come back and use the earthy yellow stone to call the spirits. If I’m lucky, brother, I can find other immortal spirits, and then the earthy yellow stone will belong to you, second brother!”
Yang Junping's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he thought of something again and muttered: "If you had talked to me like this the day before yesterday, I wouldn't have fought with you about that mulberry bow. I know that dad bought that mulberry bow just for you.
Go to Baiqueshan."
Yang Junshan saw his second brother muttering at the side and couldn't help asking: "Second brother, what did you say?"
Yang Junping hummed and said: "I don't want your khaki stone. You said it lightly, as if you are sure to get the fairy spirit. You don't know how dangerous it is there? I think you should use the khaki stone to call the spirit."
Huzi from Zhang Tiejiang's family in the east of our village is one year younger than you. He has a third-class qualification. He is almost successful in summoning spirits by practicing with you. Zhang Huzi has shown off in front of us many times. If you don't summon spirits again,
, I think we won’t be able to beat him next time.”
Yang Junshan jumped off the edge of the bed, walked up to his second brother, smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
After saying that, he walked past him and opened the door and left his room. Yang Junping was left with some confusion as he shrugged the shoulder that was patted by his elder brother, turned to look at Yang Junshan's back, and then followed him.
He walked out and muttered words at the same time, not knowing what he was talking about.
Outside the house, Yang Tian had just finished smoking a pot of dry cigarettes, and was sitting on the millstone banging the pipe pot, and the ash inside was falling.
This jade-spout wind-milled copper pipe pot is a high-grade magical artifact that Yang Tianggang finally obtained through the relationship of Yang Junshan's third aunt Yang Tianfang. For this high-grade magical artifact, Yang Tiangang spent almost half of his family's wealth.
As a result, Yang Junshan's family also lived in poverty for a while. It wasn't until three years ago that Yang Tian just separated and lived alone, and came to Tuqiu Village, Huangtu Town, Mengyu County to work as the village leader, and the life gradually improved.
There are two small bags hanging on Yang Tiangang's pipe pot. One is sewn with ordinary black cloth and contains a bulging bag of shredded tobacco. He usually smokes this; while the other, a smaller brocade bag, looks shriveled.
Quite a few.
However, Yang Junshan knew that the shredded tobacco contained in this brocade bag was a kind of low-grade spiritual grass and cold jade tobacco leaves. When he smoked it in his mouth, there was a hint of coldness in it, which made people feel relaxed and happy. That was Yang Tiangang
I usually smoke it when I feel happy during a happy event or when guests come to visit.
Moreover, Yang Junshan also knew that his father's brocade bag was not only used to hold cold jade tobacco. This brocade bag was also a small storage bag, which could contain many items much larger than this brocade bag.
s things.
Seeing Yang Junshan come out, Yang Tiangang took out the cigarette pot in the black tobacco bag, dug out a pot of shredded tobacco, then pinched it with his hands, rubbed his thumb and index finger, sparks flickered, and the cigarette pot was lit immediately, "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah."
"After taking two puffs, he exhaled a cloud of white smoke, looked at Yang Junshan and said, "Have you thought about it?"
Yang Junshan's face was childish, but his expression was firm. He nodded and said, "I've thought about it, let's go to Baque Mountain!"
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?"
Han Xiumei looked anxious and walked out of the kitchen quickly, shouting loudly. She shook her hands, and her hands covered with water suddenly became dry. Then she stretched out a finger and tapped Yang Junshan's forehead.
, scolded: "You little bastard, do you know where Baque Mountain is? Those big sect members are all uneasy and kind, saying nice things about giving everyone a chance, but only letting children in and not letting adults follow, then
What's the difference between going to death? You're not allowed to go, you're not allowed to go, I'll break your legs if you go!"
Yang Junshan avoided his mother's finger, but no matter how he shook his head, Han Xiumei's finger could hit his forehead accurately. In desperation, Yang Junshan had to protect his forehead with his hands and shouted: "Oh, it hurts.
It hurts, mom, don’t worry, everything will be fine.”
When Han Xiumei heard this, she became even more furious. She retracted her finger and before Yang Junshan could rejoice, she slapped him on the back of his head and staggered him, saying: "What do you know, little bastard? Is it so easy for my mother to raise you?"
How much thought did your father put into finding the turquoise stone for you? You have to go to Baque Mountain! Even if you have the ability to come back from Baque Mountain, can you find a better fairy than the turquoise stone? I don’t know where it is.
It has been plundered by so many people, and there are still good things left!"
Yang Junshan just giggled "hehe". Han Xiumei didn't know that this was his son's usual trick that he was determined to resist to the end. Worried in his heart, he had to turn to Yang Tiangang and said, "Master, what do you say?"
Yang Tianggang took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke covered his face. Then he slowly asked Yang Junshan: "You usually pay less attention to one thing. How about your bow and arrow shooting skills?"
You’ve been practicing for a year, but just to go to Baque Mountain?”
Yang Junshan touched his head, smiled and said: "Yes!"
Yang Tianggang smoked a dry cigarette "chichi" without saying a word. Yang Junping and Yang Junxin did not dare to speak when they came out of the house. The family stood in the yard waiting for Yang Tiangan to make up his mind.
After finishing another pot of dry cigarettes, Yang Tiangang knocked the ashes, glanced at Yang Junshan and said: "Then go!"
Han Xiumei became anxious upon hearing this and said loudly: "Master, you..."
Yang Tiangang waved his hand and interrupted Han Xiumei: "Okay, the boss rarely focuses on one thing for such a long time. Since he has been preparing to go to Baique Mountain a year ago and has also practiced bow and arrow shooting for this purpose,
I will take him there in three days."
Seeing that Han Xiumei was still worried, Yang Tiangang added: "At that time, we will just let him wander around the outside of Baique Mountain. There won't be much danger. At most, he will get nothing!"