The winter of 8982 in the Great Zhou calendar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yanzhou, Jiangbei County, Hongcheng.

As a well-known mountain village clan in Hongcheng, the Jiang family has cultivated tens of thousands of acres of fertile land according to the mountain fort, and also occupies a large area of hunting mountains and forests along the northbound mountain range, and the village has a population of tens of thousands, and Hongcheng also has a family business, which is quite prosperous.

At this time, in a spacious courtyard in Jiang's inner village, many people were gathering inside and out, all wearing gorgeous armor and armor, waiting quietly.

One of them, a young man in white, with an extraordinary bearing and a very calm face, sat on a stone chair in the courtyard and was looking at a thick book.

"Zheng'er, are you born?" a stout old man in a bearskin coat laughed and entered the courtyard gate.

"Father, aren't you preparing for the sacrificial ceremony?" The young man in white got up slowly, a smile appeared on his handsome face, although his wife was giving birth, he was not in a hurry.

"Haha, what is comparable to the birth of my grandson? Your eldest brother is in charge of the sacrificial ceremony in the village, and he is about to start getting acquainted with it. The old man smiled informally.

The young man in white also smiled, the two talked, and the whole courtyard immediately fell silent, no one dared to move in the slightest, obviously, the status of the two was very high in the village.

At this moment, the baby's cry came from the hall covered by layers of beaded curtains.

Soon, a maid came out with the baby that had been wrapped, and her face was full of smiles: "The owner of the village, the second master, is a son." ”

"How's Madame?" the young man in white smiled softly, asking about his wife's condition.

"Madame is fine, she is resting inside, and the second master still needs to wait a while before he can go in. The maid hurriedly said.

"Well, good!" the young man in white nodded slightly, and then looked at the baby in the maid's arms.

And the old man's hand next to him moved slightly, and an invisible fluctuation popped out, and he had taken the baby out of thin air and fell into his hands, looking at the baby's little face, the old man couldn't help laughing: "Haha, I have another grandson in Jiangyangshan, and he is a handle." ”

Tilting his head slightly, the old man said to an old man in a green robe in the distance: "Lao Mo, tell me to go down, the stable woman who gave birth today will be rewarded with five yuan stones, and at the same time, the sacrificial ceremony will be suspended, and tomorrow will be changed to a birthday ceremony, and the farmer servants in the villa will also have a day off." ”

"Congratulations to the owner, I'll do it!" said the old man in the green robe behind him.

After a long while, the young man in white smiled and said, "Father, give me the child and show it to Wei'er." ”

"Well, good. The old man nodded, and suddenly said, "Zheng'er, has the child been named?"

The young man in white was slightly stunned, pondered slightly, and then smiled: "It's called Jiang Han!"

The cold air continued to pour into his body, and Jiang Han's brain was very ignorant: "Is this a birth?"

He desperately tried to open his eyes, but he felt dizzy and couldn't help crying.

Half a ring, only to ease up.

"After drinking Meng Po soup, it stands to reason that the cause and effect of the past dust is cut off, my memory should be blocked, but why can I still remember my past life?" Jiang Han thought about this question, but soon, he left it behind, because a big rough hand was touching his face.

"Who is this old man?" Jiang Han tried his best to regain his senses, when he heard a clear voice next to him, 'It's called Jiang Han!'

"In this life, my name is still Jiang Han?" Jiang Han was slightly stunned: "No matter if it is a causal arrangement or a coincidence, it will save me the trouble of changing my name." ”

Soon, Jiang Han felt that his eyes were dark again, and his two big hands took over him, and then the light in front of him dimmed, obviously being carried into the house.

Jiang Han wanted to see the outside world, but unfortunately he had been covered by the clothes in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly at all, and he could only see that the eaves and beams above his head were quite smooth.

Then, I can only look up at the man holding me, who is very aggressive, with heroic eyebrows and swords, and extraordinary temperament.

"This is my father in this life? or whatever? But so young. Jiang Han gradually gained control of his current body and thought.

"Wei'er, how is it, are you feeling okay?" said the young man in white as he sat on the edge of the bed and cared.

"It's ok. A gentle voice came into Jiang Han's ears: "Show me the child." ”

The young man in white smiled lightly and handed the child over, and an invisible force wrapped around the baby.

Jiang Han felt a gentle and invisible force flowing next to his skin, and his heart moved: "True Qi is released and transformed? Martial Sect powerhouse?

In Jiang Han's eyes was a smiling woman who looked quite young, her face was not peerless, but the love and warmth in her eyes made Jiang Han move slightly.

"My mother?" a hint of warmth flowed through his heart.

At this time, Jiang Han had time to see the decorations in the back of the house through his mother's arm.

The delicately engraved striped bed tents, the walls painted with mountains, rivers, seas, land, and exotic beasts, all reveal a noble and elegant style.

"In this life, I walked on Yuqiao, and it seems that I should have been born in a rich family, but the word rich is difficult to define, and I don't know the specific situation of my parents. Jiang Han thought silently.

"Wei'er, we met in Hanshan back then, so I want our child to be called Jiang Han!" The gentle voice of the young man in white sounded, looking at his wife.

"Jiang Han, Jiang Han?" The woman nodded, as if she was recalling something, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she looked at Jiang Han's newborn and not so smooth little face: "Child, do you hear that?" Your name is Jiang Han, your father's name is Jiang Zheng, and your mother's name is Han Qingwei. ”

The woman's voice was soft, but there was a sense of warmth.

The young man in white spoke, "Wei'er, your name. ”

"Well, Brother Zheng, my name is Qin Wei here. The woman smiled and gently shook the baby in her arms.

"Father Jiang Zheng, mother Han Qingwei, or Qin Wei?" Jiang Han didn't understand, but just silently wrote it down, there are some things that need to be remembered for a lifetime.

However, Jiang Han had just been born after all, and he soon felt a little sleepy.

But Jiang Han didn't want to fall asleep so groggy.

"Reborn in this life, my memory has not been lost, and God has given me a chance!" Jiang Han closed his eyes, and his heart moved slightly: "I am young, I can't practice martial arts, but I can cultivate my soul." ”

In the sea of his thoughts, a divine soul exercise "Jizo King Bodhisattva Meditation Thoughts" soon emerged.

In his previous life, he served as a ghost soldier for a hundred years, although he was only guarding the Black Stone Bridge, Jiang Han also obtained this spiritual cultivation method that was widely spread in the underworld, and in terms of quality, this exercise was just a big deal.

After all, in the underworld, which specializes in cultivating divine souls, there are too many such exercises.

"It's been going on for endless years, but it's at least safe enough. Jiang Han thought.

Although some powerful exercises have amazing results, many of them are only aimed at a specific group of people, and the exercises that are truly widely spread to sentient beings need safety first.

After all, I am just a baby now, my brain is not fully developed, my knowledge of the sea is not fully expanded, and safety is the most important thing.

"This is an ordinary contemplation, but for the past 90,000 years, it is my belief scripture!" Jiang Han closed his eyes.

If he hadn't insisted on practicing this exercise for 90,000 years, perhaps, his soul would have been shattered and died long ago.

Jiang Han's heart silently recited the secret technique of the method, peace of mind, and gradually, a Buddha with a compassionate face appeared in his heart, this Buddha, holding the vajra in his left hand, and the fearless seal in his right hand, seemed to have ten worlds looming behind him, exuding endless light.

The heart is like a mirror!

Ordinary human beings can't easily settle their minds, but after Jiang Han has been tortured by hell for tens of thousands of years, his heart has been tempered to be extremely tenacious, and his heart has settled down and entered the state of cultivation in an easy way.

The so-called genius in the world has only done one thing to the extreme, 90,000 years is like a day, even the most ordinary divine soul exercises, in Jiang Han's hands, it is no less than the peerless divine canon.

In the sea of mind and consciousness in the brain, the hazy and scattered divine soul thoughts began to slowly converge under the action of various mysterious powers, and the slightest trace of dark mist was also constantly flowing into it, making Jiang Han's young sea of mind and consciousness become wider and thicker.