Yang Junshan was horrified, and he sat up suddenly. Only then did he realize 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 seemed unfamiliar to him 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 confused, until a white and tender little hand waved in front of his eyes. It became clearer and clearer, and Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a bright smile 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, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said with 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 Baque Mountain. 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 integrated 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 Baqueshan Paddock are all leftovers from people’s picks, and it’s also very dangerous. There are often vicious beasts that eat people, can you please stop 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 yet. 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 good, it can still be regarded as a middle-grade fairy. How difficult has it been for our family since grandpa passed away? Big brother, it’s not like you don’t
I know that for this fairy thing, my father may have suffered a lot of ridicule from Uncle Wu and the others. Except for Shanshan Sect and a few big sects in Yu County, there are really not many people who can afford the middle-grade fairy. , even when my father summoned the fairy spirit back then, he 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. Taking the mulberry bow from the second brother's hand, the second brother cried 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'm just going 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 but ask: "Second brother, what did you say?"
Yang Junping snorted: "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 so 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 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 tobacco, and was sitting on the millstone banging the pipe pot, while the ash inside fell.
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. Entering the village, Yang Junshan's family also lived a hard life. It wasn't until three years ago that Yang Tianggang separated and lived alone and came to Tuqiu Village, Huangtu Town, Mengyu County to work as the village leader, and things 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 aura in the coldness, which made people feel relaxed and happy. That was Yang Tiangang I usually use it when I am happy about a happy event or when guests come to visit.