Twilight and dusk, Xingluo Plain, merchant town, Tailuo village.

In front of a small courtyard with blue bricks and red tiles, Shang Xishan raised his head, looking at the east with slightly cloudy eyes, among the rolling mountains, the clouds were covered with large patches of orange, red in yellow, purple in red, magnificent and abnormal.

A faint beam of starlight shone through the blurred clouds and shone directly on the top of the mountains, Tianxing Mountain.

Although this sacred mountain, which seems to have stood tall in the world since ancient times, is not like Luoshui, which gave birth to this fertile soil, its unique mineral Tianxing Stone has directly given birth to such a special profession as a quarryman, bringing boundless benefits to the Xingluo Hundred Clan.

It's just that, for some reason, the demeanor of today's sacred mountain is still the same, but it casts a shadow on Shang Xishan's heart.

"At this hour, well, it's time to come back, nothing will happen again, right?"

The old man muttered in his heart, a little unsure.

He looked around sixty, with gray hair, wearing a loose white coat and white trousers, his face was ruddy although wrinkled, his back was slightly bowed, and he did not look old when he walked, but was in good spirits.

As the village head of Tailuo Village, a small village in the southwest of Shangzhen, Shang Xishan is inevitably worried about the quarrying team in the village.

In the past, he had not been so worried, but a few days ago, a Japanese quarrying team in the village returned injured, and he inevitably felt uneasy in his heart.

For a small village like Tailuo Village, which is attached to the merchant town, a large number of Tianxing stones must be paid to the owner of the merchant surname every month.

This is also something that cannot be helped, the Tianxing Mountain Range is dense with forests, and there are countless dangers lurking, black bears, tigers, pythons are just waiting for leisure, and there are monsters that have become spirits, and they often come out of the mountains and forests, attack the village, and devour the villagers at every turn.

Moreover, every few years, there is always a huge beast tide that sweeps the entire eastern side of the Xingluo Plain, and under this kind of earth-destroying disaster, it is difficult to keep safe without the protection of the big clans.

In addition, in this land, the overall situation of the Xingluo Hundred Clans has certainly tended to be peaceful, but if it is separated from the protection of the Shang surname, then the big clans with other surnames will not give up the mouth meat of Tailuo Village. After being annexed, the one who should pay the money still pays the money, so that instead of entrusting the safety to other clans, it is more reliable to the merchant town, after all, although the blood relationship between the two sides is lighter, but Tailuo Village was also a bloodline of the Shang surname after all.

With his back slightly straightened, Shang Xishan quickly shook his head.

When people get old, they will inevitably be cranky.

Different from the thin lineup of the quarrying team last time, this time the quarrying team is led by three bright masters in the village.

A master of Ming Jin, he can break a giant tree with one punch, and he has the ability to fight tigers and leopards.

The three leaders will not be as unlucky as last time, and even if it is really unlucky, if they encounter the snake demon of the Tianxing python again, the three Ming Jin masters are invincible, but it is not a problem to retreat with the doll in the village, but in this way, today's harvest can be a few percent but it is difficult to say.

"Alas, this day. ”

There were a lot of things in his heart, and Shang Xishan also sighed, and his face became ugly.

As the head of a village, he had to worry about the future of the village. Since the barbarians in the south resumed the war last year, this day has become more and more difficult. Today, perhaps the war will stop, and the barbarians want to fight at the last moment, and the attacks launched are becoming more and more violent, and they simply don't take human lives as human lives.

The young and sturdy people in the village were recruited to fight, and I don't know how many will come back alive in the end.

......

"Lova, Grandpa has come to see you. ”

A familiar voice sounded outside the courtyard gate, and soon, the wooden door was pushed open, and the creaking sound was overflowing, with a stale of disrepair.

This was once the most elegant courtyard in Tailuo Village, with the passage of time, slowly becoming old, with a large hole in the water urn, dust-covered stone troughs, and stone mills abandoned in the corners, this small courtyard is like a gold-painted wood, when the surface of the surface has been rotted by time, only a piece of rotten wood that exudes the smell of decay.

Inside, an oil lamp spontaneously ignited, and the slightly dim room shone brightly in a corner.

Hearing the old man's voice, a young man who was practicing calligraphy raised his head slightly, and his face also revealed a touch of indescribable complexity. The young man's face was delicate, with a slightly sickly paleness, and two thick gray shirts were wrapped in a white undershirt.

"Sure enough, I really crossed over. ”

Although the past three days had given him a basic understanding of his situation, when he thought about it again, Shang Luo's heart still inevitably had a sense of absurdity and astonishment.

Born in the 21st century, he actually crossed over after a certain deep sleep.

Or crossed over to a seriously injured teenager, and coincidentally, this boy was also called Shang Luo.

"A prank of the gods, a wormhole effect, or something else?"

Memories of the former teenager tumbled out of my mind.

The gaze shook like water waves, and the scenes flew by like a movie projection.

The howling and crying of the first birth, the babbling of childhood, the toddler standing in the yard of one's house, playing coquettishly in the arms of a kind woman, reading the first book, writing the first word.

Immediately afterwards, the picture suddenly turned, a young couple waved, and the small figure leaned behind the door, and the bad news came, both parents died.

......

Countless images are intertwined, messy and blurry.

Until the end, as if the climax of Carmen's stabbing in the theater, the strange but familiar teenager of Shang Luo was also at a loss for what to do, and the last scene of his gaze was fixed on a terrifying silver python, and the python skin was dotted with starlight, as if dotted with shining stars in the dark night.

These images resurfaced three times in succession, at varying times, early in the morning, noon, or late afternoon. The content is also varied, and the focus is different each time. Or focus on the growth of young children, or focus on the waiting of young children, some focus on the hard work of reading and practicing calligraphy, and some are bored when practicing martial arts.

The wound on his left calf continued to feel tearing pain, and as the footsteps approached, Shang Luo sighed lightly and stopped the pen in his hand.

"You baby don't know what to tell me about you, you can't rest well when you're injured. ”

Pushing open the door, Shang Xishan walked into the room, and when he saw the young man who was struggling to stand up with the back of the chair, his face suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Don't move, your body is not well, just lie down on the bed and rest." ”

As he spoke, he helped Shang Luo to the bed.

During the movement, the wound touched, and Shang Luo, who was in pain, couldn't help but gasp.

The injuries to this body were not only on the left calf, but also on all parts of the body, but both large and small.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry for you. ”

"You baby, you are injured, why are you still alive? They are all surnamed Shang, and they all live in the same village, isn't it natural for them to help each other? Moreover, don't forget, your father was raised by me, you have to call me uncle, isn't your baby the grandson of the old man, what are you polite? The old man waved his hand, not paying attention.

Shang Luo nodded, knowing that what the old man said was true, in his memory, the old man did take care of him, otherwise it would be difficult for a child who lost his parents at the age of five or six to imagine that he could grow up to now.