Yang Junshan was shocked, his body suddenly straightened up, and then he suddenly realized that he was actually on a wooden bed at this time.
The familiar wooden bed, the familiar beams, the familiar rafters, the familiar walls, and the familiar furnishings in the house exude long-lost warmth and nature everywhere, and the things that have long been solidified in the depths of Yang Junshan's memory are picked out little by little.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was his half-shrunken body, but he was wearing the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child?
This thought had not yet arisen in Yang Junshan's mind, and a stronger horizontal thought had already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned: This is what Lao Tzu looked like a hundred years ago, Lao Tzu has been reborn!
The memories of the present and the experiences of a hundred years later instantly began to repel each other in their minds, and the memories of different times and places emerged chaotically, and the confusion of time and space made Yang Junshan's whole person completely become trance, until a white and tender hand swayed in front of his eyes became clearer, and Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink little face with a smile suddenly appeared in his sight, and he said with a "giggle": "Brother, brother, I have returned to my soul, I have returned to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color, looked at the cute little girl in front of him, and asked with a hint of disbelief and tentativeness: "Little sister?"
The little girl smiled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Brother is in a daze and doesn't even know my little sister? You've been lying on the edge of your bed in a daze for an hour, thinking about the enclosure on Hempken Mountain, right?"
The little girl's words made the memory in Yang Junshan's mind instantly begin to move forward from a hundred years later, until a scene that happened a hundred years ago in Yang Junshan's memory reappeared in his mind, and then completely blended with the scene in front of him.
The little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back and supported 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 childlike voice continued: "I heard from my father and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Baique Mountain paddock are all leftovers, and they are very dangerous inside.
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 braiding me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his previous life kept flashing back and forth in his mind, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Don't worry, little sister, although Baique Mountain is dangerous, the fairy things have also been selected by the Shaoshan Sect and other high-ranking clans for two rounds, but there may not be any high-quality fairy things in it that they have never discovered.
"Where is it so easy!"
A voice made Yang Junshan's eyes skip the little sister Yang Junxin, a little boy who was two or three years younger than him, but had a three-point similarity in appearance, had been standing at the door, heard Yang Junshan's words, curled 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 middle-grade fairy spirit, since the death of grandpa, you don't know how difficult it is for our family, big brother, for this fairy thing, my father may have suffered a lot of ridicule from the fourth and fifth uncles, Except for the Shaoshan Sect and a few sects in Yu County, there are really not many who can afford to use middle-grade fairies, even when my father summoned the immortals, he only used a middle-grade fairy spirit, you are good, insist on going to Hundred Sparrow Mountain, how dangerous it is!"
A few days ago, the two also argued over the ownership of a bow, Yang Junshan relied on his age and strength to snatch the mulberry bow from the second brother, which made the second brother cry with his parents for a while, until his father promised to buy him a mulberry bow when he was twelve years old.
Yang Junshan looked at the second brother with a hint of worry in his face full of blame, recalling the more than a hundred years of experience in his sleep that made his heart warm, and said softly: "Second brother, don't worry, just go to Baique Mountain, if you find nothing, it's not too late to use the earth yellow stone to summon the spirit when you come back, if you're lucky, big brother, I find other fairies, and then that earth yellow 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, that mulberry bow will not compete with you, I know that my father bought that mulberry bow for you to go to Baique Mountain."
Yang Junshan saw the second brother muttering on the side, and couldn't help but ask: "Second brother, what did you say?"
Yang Junping snorted: "I don't want your earth yellow stone, what you said is light, 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 earth yellow 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, they are third-class qualifications, and the practice with you is now almost successful in summoning the spirit, how many times has Zhang Huzi shown off in front of us, if you don't summon the spirit, I think we won't be able to beat him next time."
Yang Junshan jumped off the edge of the bed, walked up to his 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 left his room, leaving Yang Junping to shrugg his shoulders that was patted by his eldest brother in confusion, turned his head to look at Yang Junshan's back, and then followed him out while muttering something in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.
Outside the house, Yang Tian had just finished a pot of dry smoke, and was sitting on the grinding plate and knocking on the tobacco bag pot, and the soot inside was falling.
For this high-quality magic weapon, Yang Tiangang put almost half of the family background into it, for which Yang Junshan's family also lived a hard life, until three years ago, Yang Tiangang separated and came to Tuqiu Village, Huangtu Town, Mengyu County to become the village chief, and life slowly improved.
Yang Tiangang's cigarette bag pot has two small bags hanging on it, one is sewn with ordinary black cloth and contains a bulging bag of tobacco inside, which he usually smokes; The other smaller brocade bag looked a lot shriveled.
However, Yang Junshan knew that the tobacco contained in this brocade bag was a kind of spiritual grass cold jade tobacco leaves of the lower grade, and when smoked in his mouth, there was a faint aura in the coldness, which made people feel very relaxed.
And Yang Junshan also knew that his father's brocade bag was not only used to hold cold jade tobacco, this brocade bag was 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 cigarette pot from the black cigarette bag, dug out a pot of tobacco slowly, and then pinched it with his hand, rubbed his thumb and index finger, sparks flashed, and the smoke pot was immediately ignited.
Yang Junshan's face was immature, but his expression was resolute, and he nodded and said: "Think about it, let's go to Hundred Sparrow Mountain!"
"What are you going! Where are you going?"
Han Xiumei looked anxious, shouted loudly and walked out of the kitchen quickly, shook her hands, and her hands were stained with water droplets and suddenly dried, and then she stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Junshan's forehead one by one, scolding: "Little rabbit, do you know where Baique Mountain is? Those big families of the sect were uneasy and kind, saying nice things to give everyone a chance, but only allowing children to enter and not allowing adults to follow, what is the difference between that and sending them to death? You are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go, my mother will break your leg!"
Yang Junshan avoided his mother's fingers, but no matter how he shook his head, Han Xiumei's finger could accurately hit his forehead, so Yang Junshan had to protect his forehead with his hand and shouted: "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, don't worry, mother, it will be fine."
Han Xiumei was even more angry when she heard this, and withdrew her finger 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 know, is it so easy for my mother to raise you? How much effort did your father waste to find you the earth yellow stone without it, and he had to go to Hempke Mountain! Even if you have the ability to come back from Hundred Sparrow Mountain, can you find a better fairy than the earth yellow stone?" I don't know how many people have looted it, where are the good things left!"
Yang Junshan just smirked, 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 and said: "The master, what do you say?"
Yang Tiangang took a puff of smoke, the smoke swirled around and covered his face, and then slowly asked Yang Junshan: "You have never paid less attention to one thing, you have been practicing archery for a year, but just to go to Baique Mountain?"
Yang Junshan touched his head, smiled, and said, "Yes!"
Yang Junping and Yang Junxin didn't dare to speak when they came out of the house, and the family stood in the yard waiting for Yang Tiangang to make up his mind.
After another pot of dry tobacco, Yang Tian just knocked on the ash, glanced at Yang Junshan, and said, "Then let's go!"
Han Xiumei became anxious when she heard this, and said loudly: "You are ...... the master"
Yang Tiangang waved his hand and interrupted Han Xiumei and said: "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 archery for this purpose, I will take him there in three days."
Seeing that Han Xiumei was still worried, Yang Tiangang said again: "At that time, just let him wander around the periphery of Baique Mountain, there will be no danger, the big deal is that nothing will be gained!"