After Zhang Fang got rid of the group of jackals, he ran out of 500 meters in one go, got into a forest on the side of the road, held on to a big tree and panted, and then pressed the ribs, stuck to the trunk of the tree, and slowly slid to the ground. There was a tingling pain in the soles of his feet, suggesting that he was still barefoot.

The original owner of this body had shoes, and when he saw them, he understood why he was barefoot—it was a clog.

Unfortunately, no other one could be found anyway, and most of them were buried under the rubble. There is only one shoe, and it is a clog with a very thick bottom, how can you escape if you wear it on your feet? So Zhang Fang simply threw the clogs away. Running barefoot on a rugged mountain road, it is normal for the skin to break and bleed.

Zhang Fang stilted his feet, the white and red soles of his feet, it seems that "himself" background is really good, and this paw is better maintained than the palms of the modern body. However, this is not very helpful for walking in the mountains. Of course, this little thing could not stop him, so he cut off the hems of two clothes with a sword, wrapped the soles of his feet, and made a pair of "cloth shoes". Try taking a few steps, and it works.

Looking at the reckless mountains and the sun in the sky that was gradually sinking westward, Zhang Fang knew that the top priority was to find a place where there were people, otherwise once it was night, hunger and cold, not to mention the wind and dew, it was still unknown whether the group of jackals would be full......

If you want to find a place in a strange place, it will not work to go around without a head or brain, there must be a practical method. Zhang Fang, who was a traveler in his previous life and had a lot of experience in the wild, naturally knew where to start: first looking for a water source, and then tracing the river up and down to search is the only feasible plan at present.

Zhang Fang believes that the road that can be passed by horse-drawn carriages, even in the depths of the mountains, there will definitely be people, and it will never be too far.

When he walked out of the woods, climbed a mountain peak, and then followed a path that was clearly stepped on by a man, and then turned around the mountain three times or twice, there was a faint sound of murmuring water. Zhang Fang was overjoyed, quickened his pace, and through a wild apricot forest, a towering mountain peak appeared in front of him, which resembled a giant Buddha sitting facing east. What is overwhelming is that at the crotch of the "two legs" of the giant Buddha, a waterfall rushes down and flows into the clear pool. The water of the spring flows through the rocks, gathers into a stream, and flows down the gentle terrain.

On both sides of the river, you can see a field of uneven heights. On the south side of the creek, there are dozens of thatched huts scattered along the mountain, and inside and outside the fence, there are hidden human figures, and there is even the sound of dogs barking...... Zhang Fang's hanging stone in his heart finally landed, and it was good to see the same kind of feeling! Even if it's been thousands of years.

The water was so clear that it was impossible for the people whose throats were smoking.

Burst! Zhang Fang plunged headlong into the stream, the water bubbling with bubbles. More than ten seconds later, Zhang Fang raised his head heartily, shook it from side to side, and splashed water droplets.

Sweet and clear, this is the real Nongfu Spring.

Zhang Fang wiped his face, his hands formed into a bowl, took a few sips of water, and breathed a long sigh of relief. His movements froze, and his eyes slowly widened—a clear and complete face was reflected in the water: his hair was shiny, his forehead was covered with bangs, his contours were delicate, his eyebrows were trimmed, his eyes were clear, his nose was hanging, and his lips were like smeared red...... This face, too handsome to look like a boy, could it be ......

Zhang Fang brushed the ground with cold sweat, stood up suddenly, lifted his robe and reached out to touch his crotch - thank God! With a handle! And that's not a small word. Judging by the smooth touch, this body will not be more than thirteen years old.

Being able to return to the age of thirteen is a great joy for Zhang Fang, who has passed the year of standing in his previous life, but with such a young body, is it really good to be in this ancient deep mountain and old forest?

Zhang Fang was stunned for a while, and suddenly the hairs on his body exploded, squatted on the ground, grabbed the long sword next to his feet, pulled the sword out of the sheath, and quickly turned around-

"Ahh More than ten steps away, the three people who were quietly approaching were frightened and retreated by Zhang Fang's sudden move, and one of them even screamed.

These are three teenagers, with gray cloth wrapped in their heads, and their upper bodies are gray-white linen narrow-sleeved short shirts, and their lower bodies are pants of the same color, with leggings, and their clothes and pants are full of patches. The three of them are about the same height, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and thin bodies. Two of the young men were armed with homemade short bows, with a few feathered arrows stuck diagonally in their shoulders, while the young man in the center was holding two cobblestones in his hands and was about to throw them—the scream was from this man. It was this cry that made Zhang Fang find this young man unusual.

Compared with the other two bow-wielding teenagers, this young man has delicate eyebrows and soft facial contours, although he stares and grits his teeth, he can't hide a kind of heterosexual charm, coupled with that crisp scream...... It's a girl! Although she was dressed like the other two boys, she was a girl.

As a psychiatrist, observing the nuances and seeing the psychology through the appearance is the standard of professionalism, not to mention the trivial matter of judging a person's gender from their appearance.

Zhang Fang returned his sword to its sheath, and his arms were outstretched, showing a charming smile, showing kindness to the three young men and women.

Probably I had never seen such a gorgeously dressed and handsome peer, and the three young men and women opened their mouths slightly, and their movements froze, and they were stunned.

"That's right...... My carriage was hit by falling rocks on the other side of the mountain, and I was lucky enough to get out of it...... It's getting late, can you make it convenient for me to stay overnight? As soon as Zhang Fang spoke, he felt a strange feeling. This is the rattling voice of the boy in the voice-changing period, the wrinkled tone of the text, and the sound of this Yayan that I have never heard before...... Is this really the words that pop out of your mouth?

The three young men looked at each other, leaned less, and the thin young man on the left side took two steps forward with a bow, and bowed his hand with a somewhat shrunken expression: "This little Langjun is invited, and we are welcome to have a noble person come to the cold house." It's just that...... The hut is cold, I'm afraid it's ......"

Zhang Fang smiled: "No matter what, it's not a house, it's better than me sleeping in the wild, thank you." ”

The young man's face was full of fear, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The girl in the back pouted: "Asher, this guy, I haven't seen him so polite on weekdays." ”

The square-faced young man on the right smiled innocently: "On weekdays, I always see that the second brother has something to do and looks at the broken bamboo slips, probably from there." ”

Zhang Fang raised his hands and eyebrows, his elbows were flat, his left palm was folded on his right hand, and his sleeves were closed as a salute - when he did this movement, it was natural and smooth, and he didn't feel jerky at all. It seems that as with words, some instincts do not fade with the original owner of this shell.

"In the next Zhang Fang, ask the three honorable names."

The thin young man respectfully returned the salute: "Villain Han Jun, that is the younger brother Han Chong, that ......" Han Mo looked back at the girl with an inquiry.

The girl bit her lip, put the round stone in her hand into the small cloth bag tied to her waist, and raised her little face: "My name is Qingyan." ”

Zhang Fang noticed Han Jun's somewhat strange behavior, and then suddenly it seemed that in ancient times, you couldn't just ask a woman's name, and it was indeed inappropriate to ask like that. Thinking of this, he smiled apologetically and saluted Qingyan from afar.

Han Chong's eyes were a little straight, and he muttered, "This little Langjun's smile is really good-looking...... It's better than Ah Li's smile...... Ouch! But it was Qingyan who hit him with the tip of his elbow under his ribs, and he gasped in pain, "Why did you hit me......"

"Because you open your eyes and speak nonsense." Qingyan said with a tiger face, "In the past, you said that Sister Ah Li was the best-looking woman in our Qingxi, but now she ...... Hum. ”

Han Zhong rubbed his ribs and said with a bitter face: "I'm not wrong, Ah Li is the best-looking woman in Qingxi, but this little Langjun is a man......"

"Forceful rhetoric." Qing Yanqi glanced at him and turned away.

"I ...... Am I forced? Han Zhong looked at Qingyan's back in a daze and shook his head. If he had read the famous saying of Confucius, he would have blurted out, "Only villains and women are difficult to raise." ”

The people in the mountains are welcoming, let alone such distinguished guests. Under the leadership of the Han brothers and Qingyan, Zhang Fang crossed Qingxi from a single-plank bridge upstream, passed through a tall spruce forest, and entered this small mountain village called Qingxi. In this era, this palm-sized village is called "Ju".

Along the way, every villager who saw Zhang Fang would be surprised and saluted him in awe. Zhang Fang didn't realize it at first, but then gradually understood that it was still the role of his clothes. All the people he had seen so far had been sackcloth and garments, grayish-brown in color, full of patches, and there was no one like him in such a luxurious dress. Zhang Fang estimated that most of the owners of his body were eunuchs or wealthy families.

At this time, Zhang Fang didn't know that in this era he lived in, the people were forbidden to wear all kinds of colored clothing, and could only wear natural linen. The ban on merchants is stricter, even if it is a rich and noble family, no matter how rich they are, they cannot wear silk and silk, otherwise it will be regarded as a transgression, which is a big crime. In other words, Zhang Fang's luxurious clothes show that his body is not either rich or noble, but rich and noble, and was born in a famous official family.

With Zhang Fang's skillful conversation skills, in just a few words, he basically figured out the situation of the Han brothers, and even the vigilant Qingyan was knocked on the side by him, and he took out a lot of things. So much so that in the end, Qing Yan was angry and ran to the front to avoid him.

The reckless peaks where Qingxi Ju is located are called Gyro Mountain, which belongs to a jurisdiction called Beidi County, and from the name, it seems to be the northwest of China. The Han family has three brothers, and they also have an eldest brother named Han Yi, who has an old father, eldest sister-in-law and little nephew. Han Jun is sixteen years old, Han Chong is fourteen years old, and they are both older than Zhang, but the three of them walk side by side, and Zhang Fang's height is the highest. And whether it is physique or complexion, the Han brothers cannot be compared with him.

Qingyan is an orphan who was adopted by the elders in the village, and as for her age, she didn't say anything. However, according to Zhang Fang's estimates, he is about eleven or twelve years old, and he is younger than himself anyway.

Of the three newly acquainted young men and women, Han Jun is more clever and has a decent conversation; Han Zhong is a stuffy jar, he asks what he answers, and if he doesn't ask, he is silent; Qingyan is a stubborn girl similar to a tomboy, which is also in line with the growth state of orphan girls.

Zhang Fang noticed that Han Chong's eyes peeked at the saber on his waist from time to time, and his affection was fully revealed. There were a few times when Zhang Fang almost wanted to give him this sword, but he couldn't help thinking about it, the two seal inscriptions engraved on the spine of this sword were a very important clue for him to trace the origin of "himself".

Zhang Fang really couldn't bear to see Han Chong's greedy look, and said with a smile: "The bow you made yourself? Hand work is good, is it for hunting? ”

The Han brothers glanced at each other and nodded silently.

Zhang Fang's gaze naturally fell on the hands of the two brothers' waists - empty, without any prey.

How can there be no prey in this beautiful landscape? I was so embarrassed by a pack of jackals......

Han Jun seemed to know what Zhang Fang was thinking, he didn't speak, just silently pulled out an arrow from his backpack and handed it to Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang took it, knowing that Han Jun's move must have its intentions, and carefully looked at this arrow: the shaft of the arrow was made of solid wood, straight and slippery, with a very dark color, and it had obviously been used for a long time; The feathers are new and neat, and they seem to have recently been replaced; Then there are the arrows...... Zhang Fang's eyes widened, wouldn't they? The arrowhead is actually made of bone, that is, it is sharpened from animal bones. I tried it with my fingers, and it felt sharp, and if the bow was strong, it could penetrate the flesh of the animal, but if it was a larger animal, it might not be fatal......

"Birds are difficult to shoot, if you walk beasts, the small ones are almost killed, and the big beasts, use such arrows to ......" Han Jun shook his head and stopped talking.

Han Zhong was a little embarrassed and explained: "Let's go up the mountain, not to hunt, but to see if there is any prey falling into the trap." ”

Zhang Fang silently handed the arrow back to Han Jun, he now understood why Han Zhong looked at his sword with such eyes.

Qing Yan, who was silently walking in front, pouted slightly: "You have shaved so much of our foundation, are you satisfied?" Can I ask you a question as well? ”

Zhang Fang smiled: "Of course you can." ”

Qingyan stopped, turned around, his eyes were like needles, and his thin lips moved: "Where did the guest come from?" ”

Zhang Fang restrained his smile, stopped, was silent for a while, lowered his head, brushed his hair with both hands, and showed the swollen bag on the back of his head to the three of them. In the stunned eyes of the three pairs, he said calmly: "After the car accident, my head was broken, and I can't remember anything - I, I have amnesia." ”