"Brother Yang, Xiao Yang, wake up!" Yang Xiuwen opened his eyes suddenly, and a big face full of the vicissitudes of time in front of him was looking at him anxiously.

He felt pain all over his body at this time, he remembered that he was looking for treasure in a cave in Mount Tai, and suddenly he was hit by something, and he didn't know anything when it was dark in front of him.

Stretched out his hand to rub the back of his aching head, and was stunned when he saw the delicate arm, this is my hand? There was a tingling in my brain, and a memory that didn't belong to me rolled and fused.

After a while, he sobered up, but he should have been more confused. The owner of this body is also named Yang Xiuwen, a small owner of the antique street in Xi'an City, and is now nineteen years old.

In his junior year of high school, his parents died in a car accident, leaving him alone in the family. So after graduating from high school, I went into society.

I used my parents' compensation money to buy a small façade in the antique street and sell some tourist souvenirs and fake antiques.

Today, Cao Guoqing, who has a big face just now, met him in the antique street, and slowly became friends.

It is said that a villager in the countryside has an ancestral incense burner to sell, and asked him to go and see it together, but he rode a bicycle into a ditch and fell to his death, and he came to borrow a rebirth.

He raised his head and looked at Lao Cao and said, "Brother Cao, I'm fine, just take a rest." ”

Cao Guoqing saw that he was fine, and said with a sigh of relief: "Xiao Yang, you scared me to death, I didn't see you wake up for a long time, and I thought I had fallen to death." ”

Yang Xiuwen smiled and said in his heart, "It's true that he fell to death, but I'm him now." ”

After resting for a while, he felt that all the functions of his body had eased up, so he slowly stood up and found himself in a big ditch on the side of the road, three or four meters deep.

A Feige brand bicycle was lying in a ditch not far from him, and he and Cao Guoqing worked together to drag the bicycle to the road, only to find that the front wheel had fallen out of shape.

Yang Xiuwen said; "Brother Cao, if you can't go, it's difficult to go back."

Cao Guoqing looked at the sky, he came out in the morning, and now it was noon, and there was still half the way to the village he was going to.

So he said: "Forget it, I won't go today, go back." You ride my bike, I'll ride yours. ”

After finishing speaking, he put Yang Xiuwen's bicycle down, straightened the deformed front reincarnation with his feet, and then helped him up and rode it, and he could walk, but it was S-shaped.

The two of them rode like this, stopped, pushed for a while, and it was almost dark when they returned to the West Market.

At the gate of the old city, Yang Xiuwen and Cao Guoqing broke up and went back to their respective homes, he repeatedly thanked Cao Guoqing for his rescue, and invited Cao Guoqing to dinner another day.

Yang Xiu took the memories in his mind and pushed the bicycle back to his so-called home.

The house is an old building, the original Xi'an towel factory staff family building, parents are the towel factory workers.

The second floor, 202, two bedrooms and one living room, more than 50 square meters.

The sofa in the living room is a few years old, some places have been repaired after rotting, the pale yellow coffee table, the paint surface is worn out, and a 14-inch black and white TV.

There are some photos hanging on the wall, and one of the family photos caught Yang Xiuwen's attention.

The man in the photo is very handsome, the woman is very beautiful, and there is a child with a navy hat in the middle, which is Yang Xiuwen.

He came to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, looking very handsome.

Two sword eyebrows, deep eyes with age-inappropriate maturity, straight nose, thin lips, and a fluffy beard on his lips indicate that he is still a young man.

He rubbed the black hair that covered his eyebrows, and said to himself, "Much more handsome than my predecessor." “

Just get something to eat, and then take a shower, Yang Xiuwen lay on the bed and began to think back to this magical experience, it is now 1990, and the predecessor had an accident in 2015, spanning 25 years.

Formerly known as Yang Xiuwen, a native of Zhongjing, grew up in an orphanage, graduated from Kyoto University in 2010, Department of Business Administration, and worked in a private company after graduation, with a stable job.

In my free time, I like to read books, some novels about cultivating immortals. Later, he was attracted by the plot in the novel and decided to give it a try, so Panjiayuan became a place he frequented.

I have been there more times, and I have seen more knowledge. There are more fakes bought, and the money is spent.

So he began to find a way to make money, his luck was good, the stock market was good in those years, and he earned more than 2 million, and then he simply resigned, while speculating in stocks, while Taobao.

An incident that happened in June 2014 made him believe that there really was an immortal cultivator.

That afternoon, Yang Xiuwen was strolling around Panjiayuan as usual, and a stall owner stopped him: "Boss Yang, come here, there are new goods."

When he heard this, he walked over slowly, and the owner of the stall quickly took out a small bench for him to sit down.

Yang Xiuwen sat down and said, "Brother Zhang, you said again and again that there are new goods, but what about the result, hehe." ”

The boss surnamed Zhang said in a low voice: "This time it's true, I just got out of the pit, and I will never lie to you." After speaking, he took out a black plastic bag from his arms and handed it to Yang Xiuwen.

He took it, and when he opened it, there were six jade cards the size of mahjong, very thin, mutton fat jade, and there were some incomprehensible lines on them.