Bursts of bells, echoing in the mountains, simple and melodious, the sun slowly rises, reflecting thousands of glows, reflecting the thousands of landscapes of Luofu Mountain. The mist is permeated in the mountains and forests, clear springs, flowing water, birdsong, there is a trace of agility in nature, under the fog cover of clouds and mountains, it is extremely quiet, like a landscape painting of ink and water, showing the scenery of the holy land of Xianshan.

On the rugged path at the northern foothills, a group of young people dressed in gray clothes are walking up the stairs along the mountain road, they are not very old, their white faces show a little immaturity, weak steps, and they are walking slowly and staggeringly. It was early in the morning, when the morning dew in the mountains was at its heaviest, and the fog of the dense forest, coupled with the cold of the night, stimulated their bodies and minds.

In a group of people, only heavy breathing was heard, no one was talking to each other, and the breath was silent, slightly depressed.

The mountain road was winding, the young man in gray turned a corner, halfway up the hill in front of him, with his back to the sun, there was a dilapidated thatched house, the dilapidated bronze bell was swaying, the morning breeze was blowing, and the crisp sound seemed to be pouring out something......

The thatched hut is the only place to go up the mountain, the gray-clothed people pass by this thatched hut, stop for a while, in front of the thatched hut, pick up a black wooden sign, in an orderly manner, hang the wooden sign on their waists, and continue to go up the mountain.

The mountain road itself began to fork here, and the steps went to different places, and the gray-clothed people also separated here, climbed up the steps, and climbed up alone along the winding mountain road.

The mountain regained its calm, the silence was leisurely, the door of the thatched house [creaked] opened, and a middle-aged man in a purple robe walked out of the room, glanced at the place where the wooden cards were placed, the two wooden cards, still swinging in the wind, seemed to be a little helpless, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of essence flashed away.

The middle-aged man stopped in front of the house for a while, as if he heard something, and when he turned around, on the other side of the col, a tall gray shadow was running up quickly, the speed was faster, but the footsteps were much heavier than the young man in front.

The tall gray shadow approached and became clear, it was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his tall figure and broad shoulders made him look very powerful, but his face still showed immaturity, he was at most 15 years old.

Through the early morning mist, the middle-aged man's heart moved, on his back, there was a thinner figure, the middle-aged man in green saw them, his eyes seemed to become softer, and he said slowly: "Zhixiao, why did you come up so late, what's wrong with Bafenghan?"

Qi Zhixiao, a tall young man, said angrily: "Uncle Lu, when Feng Han just went up the mountain, he fell!"

Uncle Lu's eyes swept over Bai Fenghan, and he couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was, pity, pity, or disdain, and finally fell on Qi Zhixiao's body, and said calmly: "Put him here with me, you are already late, be careful that you can't complete today's task!"

Qi Zhixiao's face showed a simple expression, and he stubbornly shook his head and said, "No, Uncle Lu, it's almost the end of the month, I'll put Feng Han on my back, and I'll wake up and do as much as I want!"

"You......!" Uncle Lu looked at Qi Zhixiao, who was a little honest, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and then flashed, turned around and picked up the wooden card, put it in Qi Zhixiao's arms, and did not forget to remind: "Zhixiao, you can carry the wind and go up, but you can't help him, this is the rule!"

The word rules, Uncle Lu deliberately aggravated his tone!

"Uncle Lu, I know, I'll just put Feng Han on my back and take care of it next to me!" Qi Zhixiao smiled innocently and said.

Uncle Lu didn't speak, and saw Qi Zhixiao go up the mountain road, sighed, and returned to the thatched house, a strong wind blew, the thatched grass of the thatched house rattled and rattled, and the old bronze bell also swayed and chirped.

"Grandma's, it hurts me to death!" Ba Fenghan screamed, turned over, sat up, and what caught his eye was a piece of green, a little dazed, where is this?

He has a name like a master in Huang Yishu, and he once loved the Legend of Shuanglong in the Tang Dynasty because of this name, but unfortunately the arrogant master in the book, Ba Fenghan, is at odds with his surname.

Ba Fenghan is honest, duty-bound, a whole ostrich, living a plain and cautious life, going to school, graduating, working, step-by-step, like many ordinary people in the city.

The busyness of the city has worn away his edges and corners, and the high housing prices have made him seem to be unable to afford a house in his life, and he has complained after being drunk, but he can't change anything, life is as plain as water, just when he thinks that his life is spent like this, the change happened.

Occasionally go to the ghost market, encounter an old picture scroll, a sudden inexplicable feeling, let him buy it, after that, luck came, the dilapidated picture scroll, after occasionally stained with his blood, opened its magical ability, this picture scroll, is a magical storage treasure.

Ba Fenghan is an honest man, but people are not stupid, what does a thing that can store items, what does it represent, this is a fortune, a wealth that pours the sky, a wealth that changes a lifetime, not to mention overseas smuggling, even if it is engaged in logistics, the wealth harvested, let Bai Fenghan climb to the sky in one step, ultra-long-distance automobile logistics, freight is tens of thousands.

Misfortune and blessing rely on, blessing and misfortune lurk, Bafeng is full of ambition, with the help of the treasure map, to realize his dream of getting rich and rich, when the dream of a beautiful wife in a mansion, the legendary 40 miles fell on his head, a Mercedes-Benz XLS with a speed of more than 150 miles per hour, from west to east, ran through the red light, and just hit him who was bent on communicating coal transportation with the Shanxi Yankees.

The huge impact force lifted Ba Fenghan out for dozens of meters, and Ba Fenghan's body was thrown high under the impact of the car, and then fell, the flesh and blood were blurred, but the spirit seemed to be attracted by something, a beautiful picture, unfolded in front of him, the golden vortex rose, and then, nothing could be seen.

Thoughts slowly fell, at that speed, Bai Fenghan didn't think he was fine, besides, when the accident happened, it was in the city, even if he was sent to the hospital, it was impossible to see the green in his eyes, could it, cross?

For a long time, Ba Fenghan likes to read books at the starting point, but he never thought that such a thing would fall on his head.

Ba Fenghan rubbed his eyes and looked at the surrounding situation carefully, it was in a deep mountain and old forest, at least what he saw, there were plants everywhere, and the thick roots and vines next to him were intertwined with each other, and there was no human trace.

Crossing, it must be crossing, 150 miles of speed, head-on collision, there can be no way to live, besides, in the environment of the earth, is there such a real and comfortable natural landscape?

The tall figure covered the sun in the sky, and the instantaneous feeling of temperature difference made Ba Fenghan feel something, and when he turned his head, he saw a huge head, appearing in front of him, looking a little hideous, wearing a gray robe, up and down his body, he couldn't see any scientific and technological items, grinning, but it was more ugly than crying, and he startled Ba Fenghan.

"You, you, you...... Who is it,...... Don't come here!" Ba Fenghan retreated again and again, touching around, but he couldn't touch anything.

Qi Zhixiao looked at Bai Fenghan inexplicably, and asked honestly: "Fenghan, are you okay?"

Qi Zhixiao's words seemed to be a key to open his memory, and in an instant, the aura that came rushed towards Bai Fenghan's head, and the huge information made his brain crash immediately, only to hear a bang, and then, there was darkness.