After Benchen fell into a coma, he felt that he had traveled through the void for a long, long time, and he was in a daze and didn't know how long it had passed, before he slowly woke up.

"Huh?" Ben Chen's eyes woke up in a daze, he straightened up, and found himself lying on a very simple bed, very old, but it was what Ben Chen liked, so he felt the natural breath of a very relative.

"Where am I, whose house is this?" Benchen sat up slowly, then put on his shoes and got out of bed.

Wooden windows, square rows, windows and doors such as hanging curtains, left and right two small wooden support half-open, rhombic pattern wooden door, two bamboo chairs are very exquisite, although it looks very old, but it can smell a faint fragrance, very refreshing.

"Click!"

The door was pushed open, and an old man walked in, looking at Benchen, showing a happy look, holding a copper basin, his gray hair was bound to an elegant hairpin, hanging down on his shoulders, his eyes seemed to be chaotic in it, seemingly turbid but charming, the combination of beard and hair bundles was very soft, and the predecessor was slightly respectful, facing Benchen, and was very happy.

"Young master, you're awake, come, wash your face first!" Rouhe's voice, simple clothes, and a warm smile.

But at this time, Benchen was stunned at this time, his body seemed to be stiff, his blood flow slowed down a little, his eyes were hollow, and his eyes were imprisoned and unable to turn.

What? Young Master? How did I become the young master of the old man? When did I become the young master of his family? Ben Chen looked at the old man in plain clothes with a lot of questions, could it be that the old man made a mistake.

Of course, he remembered who he was, and he knew very well that he had grown up in the mountains since he was a child, and he was an authentic mountain child, not a rich child, let alone the so-called young master in the old man's mouth.

Ben Chen thought in his heart: Could it be that someone looks like himself and is mistaken for a young master? Although he doesn't know who this old man is, Ben Chen is very familiar in his heart, so warm, so kind, as if it has been imprinted in his heart for a long time.

Looking at Ben Chen's puzzled look, the old man smiled gently, as if he knew what was going on.

"Young master, I'll put the washing water here, I'll go out first, and call me if you have something!" the old man said softly to Ben Chen, standing there waiting for Ben Chen's orders.

"Oh, okay!" Benchen subconsciously replied, his mind was very messy now, he had to sort it out, and there was a memory pouring out of his mind, very familiar, but it was not the memory he had experienced.

The old man walked out, stood at the door and smiled with relief: "The master said that the young master will wake up soon after a group of memories and control the entire body, so it seems that it should be the memory awakening, but why do you have this memory?

For the old man's self-talk, Ben Chen will not know, he is now in chaos, after an hour has passed, Ben Chen exhaled heavily, and then slowly walked to the basin, wanting to wash his face, but he froze.

Red round face, long eyelashes curled and curled, eyebrows and eyes handsome and beautiful, white skin like snow, long hair flowing, slightly thin face, so cute, obviously a man's body, but there is a refined temperament, beautiful and pure, like a girl, if Benchen changes his daughter's makeup here, he must be a stunning beauty billet that captivates the country and the city.

Benchen's appearance was fully manifested in the basin, and there was no margin at all with his original appearance.

His age is twenty years old, but the age of this body is ten years old at most, this is a little child, how did he become a little hairy child?

When he was in the Hengduan Mountains, Benchen's masters often called him a little hairy boy, and he didn't care about it in the slightest, but now he has become a real little hairy child, is this because he was cursed by those bad old men to succeed?

Of course, it's not that he cares about being called a little hairy child, but he can't accept it, how did he become a child. As if he had lost his soul, Benchen softly walked to a chair made of bamboo, turned around and squatted on the chair.

"Whew!!" Benchen let out a long exhale, he now had to accept the fact that he had to accept.

He got a result, he was reborn, he had been reborn for ten years, and only today his main soul has awakened, his name is also Chenchen, but he doesn't know what his last name is? Where does he come from? Only vaguely remember that his parents called him Chen'er, and during these ten years, it seems that he has spent all his time in a daze, stupidity, no joy, no pain.

His mother and father had already left, I don't know why? But he vaguely knew from his memory that his parents loved him very much, and his mother taught him to read and write every day, although he was very stupid at that time, but his parents still cared about him very much, and he remembered everything he had learned, and he vaguely remembered that when he left, his parents' hazy eyes were very reluctant.

Benchen had never experienced anything like this, but he felt very comfortable, warm and comfortable.

This continent is known as the Tianxuan Continent, where martial arts are prosperous, there are many sects, and the strong are respected.

The place where Benchen is now located is a small village and town called Xuanyang City, located in the northern wilderness of the Tianxuan Continent.

Benchen has a good heart, although he misses the three old men very much, but several old men often nag him: "No matter where you go in the future, you should learn the truth that once you come, you will be safe!"

He can't go back to the original world no matter what, what he has to do now is to accept this fact and slowly accept this world, but the process is a bit long-term. Benchen washed his head, wore a blue and white robe, found a purple stripe to comb his hair, opened the door, and walked out.

"Young master, you're up!" The old man saw Benchen walking out and hurriedly greeted him.

"Well, Uncle Xiang!" Benchen looked at the old man who greeted him, respected him very much, and responded with a smile.

It seems that the young master's ability to accept it is very good, and it should be okay now, Uncle Xiang said in his heart, he was still worried that Benchen would not be able to think about it, so he always paid attention to Benchen.

"Uncle Xiang, I want to go out for a walk!" Benchen said to the old man.

Uncle Xiang nodded at Benchen and said, "Okay young master, I'll wait for you to come back for dinner!"

"Hmm!" Benchen replied and left the courtyard.

Benchen came to the city road, the streets are lined with buildings, and the afterglow of the twilight sunset is faintly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored pavilion cornices, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the lively city in front of him.

Walking, in front of and behind him are the faces of people from other worlds who are either long, elegant, fresh, or sophisticated, with sparkling cars and horses, and the flow of people is like weaving.

The conversation of the people who came and went, the penetrating shouts of the vendors, and the neighing of beasts and horses, Benchen felt as if he was in a colorful and rich picture, and couldn't help but stop, looking at the picturesque remnant sun, and his complicated eyes seemed to return to the days of the Hengduan Mountains.

It was boring at the time, but it was good.

Intended to wander on the bustling street, the feet are light, but there is no half of the joy in the heart, there is endless missing, how prosperous this Xuanyang City is, in terms of Benchen alone, he is just a passerby......

The hot breeze blows on the face, walking on the city road, feeling the vicissitudes of the city's history, the passage of time, looking at the bustling hustle and bustle of this Xuanyang City, Benchen leaves the unhappiness and sadness in his heart, he wants to learn to be at peace when he comes, with a happy face on his face, he has never known such a life, and he can't help but feel a faint excitement in his heart, and his steps are unconsciously faster.

Whether it is in the downtown full of flowers, or at the end of the street where no one cares, there is a dream-like look, which is the residual fragrance of the poet's pen and snake.

Benchen slowly walked towards a restaurant, and the faint aroma of wine wafted out, but Benchen couldn't smell the slightest taste of hometown.

The absolute taste is not in the mortal world, and the fragrance of wine comes from the sky.

Benchen looked at the couplets on both sides of the door and nodded, but it felt weird.

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