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Yang Junshan was frightened, his body suddenly sat up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time, and with his violent shaking, the wooden bed under him also protested with grinning teeth.

The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house are full of long-lost warmth and nature, and the things that have long been solidified in the depths of Yang Junshan's memory are pulled out little by little.

The only thing that struck him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes on it.

How did I become a half-grown child?

This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a more powerful thought had already exploded in his mind, making him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu was reborn!

The memories of the moment and the experience of a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in the mind, and the memories of different times and places emerged in a chaotic manner, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become trance-like, until a small white and tender hand shook more clearly in front of him, and Yang Junshan came back to his senses.

A small pink face with a smile like a flower suddenly appeared in his sight, and he "giggled" and said, "Brother, brother, back to the soul, back to the soul!"

Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked tentatively with a hint of disbelief: "Little sister?"

The little girl grinned, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother doesn't even know the little sister? You have been lying on the edge of the bed for an hour, thinking about the enclosure of Baique Mountain, right?"

The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to go back from a hundred years later, until a scene in Yang Junshan's memory born a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him, and the prodigal son who had gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes in his previous life was finally completely integrated with the young Yang Junshan.

The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and propped up the edge of the bed with her hands, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan on the edge of the bed, and the sweet Tongyin continued: "I heard my father and Uncle Baishan say that the fairy things in the Baique Mountain paddock are all picked up by others, and they are still very dangerous inside, there are often fierce beasts infested, cannibalism, can't the eldest brother go?"

Yang Junshan touched his sister's head lovingly, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is my mother who braided my hair early in the morning!"

The scenes of his previous life kept flickering back and forth in his mind, and Yang Junshan said with a smile: "Little sister, rest assured, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, and the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaking Mountain Sect and other high-ranking clans for two rounds, but there may not be high-quality fairy things in it that they have never seen, maybe the eldest brother is lucky, and he just found it." ”

"Where is it so easy!"

A voice made Yang Junshan's eyes skip over his little sister Yang Junxin, a little boy who was two or three years younger than him, but his appearance was three points similar, he had been standing at the door, and when he heard Yang Junshan's words, he pursed his lips and said: " Big brother, dad finally asked for a piece of earth yellow stone from grandma, although it is not good, but it can barely be regarded as a medium-grade fairy, since the death of grandpa, how difficult it is for our family, big brother, you don't know, for this fairy thing, dad may not have suffered how many four uncles and five uncles ridiculed, except for a few clans in the Shaking Mountain Sect and Yu County, there are really not many who can afford to use medium-grade fairies, even when Dad called fairies, it was just a piece of medium-grade fairies, you can be good, insist on going to Baique Mountain, how dangerous it is！”

Yang Junshan and his second brother are only less than two years old, the two have been fighting since they were young because of their similar age, a few days ago the two were arguing over the ownership of a bow, Yang Junshan took the mulberry bow from the second brother by virtue of his old strength, so that the second brother was crying at his father for a while, until his father promised to wait for him to buy a mulberry bow when he was twelve years old, and then he died down.

Yang Junshan looked at the second brother who was still a little worried with a face full of blame, recalling the more than 100 years of experience in his sleep made his heart warm, and said softly: "Second brother rest assured, just go to Baique Mountain, if you get nothing, it's not too late to come back and use that Tuhuang stone to summon spirits, if you are lucky, big brother, I find other fairies, and then the Tuhuang stone will belong to you, second brother!"

Yang Junping's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he thought of something, and muttered: "If you talk to me like this the day before yesterday, the mulberry bow will not fight with you, I know that my father bought the mulberry bow to go to Baique Mountain for you." ”

Yang Junshan saw the second brother muttering on the side, and couldn't help asking, "Second brother, what did you say?"

Yang Junping snorted and said: "I don't want your Tuhuang Stone, you said it lightly, as if you can definitely get the fairy spirit, you don't know how dangerous it is? I think you should hurry up and use the Tuhuang Stone to summon the spirit, the tiger of the Zhang blacksmith's family in the east of our village is one year younger than you, and he is a third-class qualification, and he is about to succeed in summoning the spirit when he cultivates with you, how many times has Zhang Huzi shown off in front of us, if you don't call the spirit again, I think we won't be able to beat him next time." ”

Yang Junshan jumped down from the edge of the bed, walked up to the second brother, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

After that, he walked past him and pushed open the door and walked out of his room, leaving Yang Junping with some wonder and shrugged his shoulder that was patted by his eldest brother, turned his head to look at Yang Junshan's back, and then walked out behind him, and at the same time there were words in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.

Outside the house, Yang Tiangang had just smoked a pot of dry tobacco, and was sitting on the grinding plate "dangdang" knocking on the cigarette pouch pot, and the ash inside was falling in a row.

This jade mouth wind grinding copper cigarette pouch pot is a high-grade magic weapon that Yang Tiangang entrusted Yang Junshan's third aunt Yang Tianfang to get through the relationship, for this high-grade magic weapon, Yang Tiangang almost half of the family background was put in, so Yang Junshan's family also followed a period of hard life, until three years ago, Yang Tiangang separated the family and came to Tuqiu Village, Wasteland Town, Mengyu County to do the village Zheng, and the days slowly improved.

Yang Tiangang's cigarette pouch pot had two small bags hanging on it, one was sewn from ordinary black cloth and contained a bulging bag of tobacco, which he smoked in normal times, and the other smaller brocade bag looked much more shriveled.

However, Yang Junshan knew that the tobacco contained in this brocade bag was a kind of spiritual grass cold jade tobacco leaf under the law level, and he smoked it in his mouth with a touch of cold aura, which made people feel very relaxed and happy, which Yang Tiangang would only use to smoke when he was happy when he encountered a happy event or when a guest visited.

And Yang Junshan also knew that his father's brocade bag was not only used to hold Hanyu tobacco, but also a small storage bag, which could hold a lot of things much larger than this brocade bag.

Seeing Yang Junshan come out, Yang Tiangang took out the smoke pot in the black tobacco bag, dug a pot of tobacco slowly, and then pinched it with his hand, rubbed his thumb and index finger, the sparks flickered, and the smoke pot was suddenly ignited.

Yang Junshan's face was immature, but his expression was resolute, and he nodded: "If you think about it, you will go to Baique Mountain!"

"Where to go!

Han Xiumei looked a little anxious, shouted loudly and walked out of the kitchen quickly, shook her hands, her hands stained with water droplets suddenly became dry, and then she stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Junshan's forehead one by one, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, don't you know what kind of place Baique Mountain is? Those big families of the sect are uneasy and kind, and they say nice things to give everyone a chance, but they only let children in, and don't let adults follow, what is the difference between that and sending them to death? You are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go, and the old lady will break your legs!"

Yang Junshan avoided the old lady's finger on the side, but no matter how he shook his head, Han Xiumei's finger could accurately hit his forehead, and in desperation, Yang Junshan had to protect his forehead with his hand and shouted: "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, mother, don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Han Xiumei was even more angry when she heard this, and she withdrew her fingers without waiting for Yang Junshan to rejoice, a slap had already landed on the back of his head, staggering him, and said: "What does the little rabbit cub know, is it so easy for my mother to raise you? How much effort did your father waste to find you Tuhuangshi, you don't have to go to Baique Mountain! Even if you have the ability to come back from Baique Mountain, can you find a better fairy spirit than Tuhuangshi? I don't know how many people have looted it, where are there any good things left!"

Yang Junshan just smirked "hehe", Han Xiumei didn't know that this was her son's usual trick to resist him to the end, so she had to turn to Yang Tiangang for help when she was worried, and said, "What do you say?"

Yang Tiangang "sneered" and took a puff of cigarette, the smoke covered his face, and then slowly opened his mouth to Yang Junshan and asked: "You have always paid little attention to one thing, then you have practiced bow and arrow archery for a year, but just to go to Baique Mountain?"

Yang Junshan touched his head, smiled, and said, "Yes!"

Yang Tiangang "sneered" and smoked dry cigarettes without speaking, Yang Junping and Yang Junxin didn't dare to speak when they came out of the house, and the family stood in the courtyard waiting for Yang Tiangang to make an idea.

After smoking another pot of dry tobacco, Yang Tiangang knocked the ashes, glanced at Yang Junshan, and said, "Then go!"

Han Xiumei was immediately anxious when she heard this, and said loudly: "Boss, you ......"

Yang Tiangang waved his hand and interrupted Han Xiumei: "Okay, the boss rarely focuses on one thing for so long, since he has been preparing to go to Baique Mountain since a year ago, and he has also practiced bow and arrow archery for this purpose, I will take him there in three days." ”

Seeing that Han Xiumei was still not at ease, Yang Tiangang said again: "When the time comes, just let him go around the periphery of Baique Mountain, there won't be much danger, it's a big deal!"