Chapter 1: Faerie

Yang Junshan was shocked and suddenly got up and stood up. It was discovered that he was actually on a wooden bed. As he violently swayed, the wooden bed under his body also protested with a grin. .
Familiar wooden beds, familiar beams, familiar scorpions, familiar walls, familiar furnishings, and long-lost warmth and nature, will have already solidified in the depths of Yang Junshan’s memory. come out.
The only thing that made him unfamiliar was the body that had shrunk by half, but he wore the same warm and familiar clothes.
How did I become a half-large child?
This thought has not yet emerged in the mind of Yang Junshan. A more reinforced thought has burst into his mind, and he was shocked and stunned: this is what Laozi had been a hundred years ago, and Laozi was born again!
The current memory and the experience of a hundred years later began to repel each other in the mind. The memories of different places in different scenes emerged in a variety of times. The time and space disorder made Yang Junshan completely stunned until a white little hand swayed in front of his eyes. More and more clear, Yang Junshan has only come back.
A smiling little face suddenly appeared in his sight, and "giggle" smiled and said: "Brother, brother, returning to the soul, returning to the soul!"
Yang Junshan re-ignited the color in his eyes, watching the little girl in front of her eyes, with an incredible temptation to ask: "Little girl?"
The little girl smiled, and this took the little hand back from Yang Junshan’s eyes. The milk sounded softly:
Is my brother’s daze not even knowing the little girl? You are lying in bed for an hour, thinking about Baique Mountain. What about the paddock?"
The words of the little girl made the memory in Yang Junshan’s mind begin to look back from a hundred years later, until the scene of Yang Junshan’s memory that happened 100 years ago reappeared in his mind, and then blended with the scene in front of him. The prodigal son who has experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes is finally fully integrated with the young Yang Junshan.
The little girl has jumped to Yang Junshan's side, turned her back with a pair of hands and a bed, and sat side by side with Yang Junshan, and the sweet child voice continued: "Listen to the singer and Baishanshu It is said that the fairy spirits in the paddock of Baique Mountain are all left by others, and they are still very dangerous. There are often beasts and beasts. If you eat people, can you not go to the big brother?"
Yang Junshan loved the pity and touched his sister's head, causing Yang Junxin's face to reluctantly: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is the mother who gave me a scorpion in the early morning!"
The scenes of the past scenes continued to flicker in his brain. Yang Junshan smiled and said: "The little girl is relieved that although the Baique Mountain is dangerous, the things of Xianling have also been selected by the Shanshan and other high-ranking monks. The wheel, but there may not be the good quality of the fairy spirit that they did not find. Maybe the big brother is lucky, just find it."
"Where is it so easy!"
A voice made Yang Junshan's gaze jump over the younger sister Yang Junxin. A boy who was two or three years younger than him, but with a similar three-pointed appearance, stood at the door and heard Yang Junshan's words. He snorted and said: Big Brother, I can’t easily ask for a piece of earthy yellow stone from my grandmother. Although it’s not good, it’s barely worthy of being a Chinese fairy. Since my grandfather’s death, how difficult is it to have a big brother, you don’t know, for this piece. The things of the Faerie, how many four uncles and five uncles have been ridiculed, in addition to the several ancestral tribes in the Lushan Zonghe and Yu County, there are not many that can be used for the Chinese spirits. When you use Xianling, it is just a piece of Chinese fairy. You can do it well, insist on going to Baique Mountain, how dangerous there is!"
Yang Junshan and his second brother are only less than two years old. They are younger and younger because they are younger and younger. They have been arguing because of the belonging of a bow. Yang Junshan is arguing with the elderly. The sangmu bow was taken from the second brother, so that the second brother was crying for a while, until he promised to wait for him to buy a mulberry bow for him when he was twelve years old.
Yang Junshan looked at the face and blame with a trace of worried second brother. Recalling the experience of more than a hundred years in his sleep, his heart could not help but warmly, Wen said: "The second brother is relieved, just go and see a hundred birds If there is nothing in the mountains, if you come back and use the yellowstone to call the spirit, it will not be too late. If you are lucky, I will find other fairy spirits. By that time, the yellowstone will be your second brother!"
Yang Junping’s eyes suddenly brightened, but he immediately thought of something. He said:
If you talk to me like this the day before yesterday, the mulberry bow will not fight with you. I know that the mulberry bow is for you. Go to Baique Mountain."
When Yang Junshan saw his second brother on the side, he could not help but ask: "Second brother, what do you say?"
Yang Junping said: "I don't want your earthy yellowstone. You said it is light, as if you can definitely get the fairy spirit. How dangerous is there? You don't know it? I think you should use the yellowstone to call the spirit. The tigers of our village's Zhang Zhang's family are one year younger than you. The family is third-class. If you practice with you, you are about to succeed. Zhang Huzi has shown off in front of us. If you don't call the spirit again. I think we won't beat him next time."
Yang Junshan jumped from the edge of the bed and walked to the second brother and smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "Do not worry, there will be nothing."
After that, he walked past him and pushed the door out of his house, leaving only Yang Junping’s somewhat sullen shrug on the shoulders of his brother, turning his head to look at the back of Yang Junshan, and then walking behind him. Going out, while having a word in my mouth, I don’t know what to say.
Outside the house, Yang Tiangang just drained a pot of dry smoke, sitting on the plate and "dangdang" holding a cigarette pot, the ash inside fell.
This jade mouth wind-polished copper pipe pot is a top-grade implement that Yang Tiangang has attached to Yang Junshan's relationship with Yang Junfang. For this piece of art, Yang Tiangang has almost half of his family's home. Going in, for this reason, Yang Junshan’s family also followed a period of hardships. Until three years ago, Yang Tiangang separated his family and went to the village of Tuqiu in the desert town of Mengyu County to do the village, and the days slowly improved.
Yang Tiangang's cigarette pouch is hung with two small bags, one is sewn with ordinary black cloth, and there is a bag of tobacco in the drum. He smokes this in the plains; the other small bag looks dry. Quite a lot.
However, Yang Junshan knows that the shredded tobacco in this brocade bag is a kind of medicinal grass cold jade leaf of the lower order of the law. It is with a touch of aura in the coldness of the mouth, which makes people feel very happy and happy. That is Yang Tiangang. It is only used when you are happy when you are happy or when you have a visit.
And Yang Junshan also knows that his father’s brocade bag is not only used to hold the cold jade tobacco. This brocade bag is also a small storage bag, but it can be loaded much more than this brocade bag. s things.
When Yang Junshan came out, Yang Tiangang took a smoky pot in a black smoky bag, dug a pot of tobacco, and squeezed it with his hand. The thumb and forefinger slammed, the sparks flashed, and the smoldering pot was suddenly ignited. "After sucking two mouths, I spit out a white smoke and looked at Yang Junshan. "I thought about it?"
Yang Junshan's face is tender, but his look is persevering. He nodded: "If you think about it, go to Baique Mountain!"
"Go to what! Go to what?"
Han Xiumei looked with a hint of urgency and shouted out of the kitchen, his hands slammed, his hands covered with water drops dry, then he reached out and pointed a finger at Yang Junshan’s forehead. He said: "Bunny rabbit, do you know where the Baique Mountain is?" What is the difference between sending and dying? If you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go and go to the old lady to interrupt your leg!"
Yang Junshan hides his aging mother's fingers, but no matter how he shakes his head, Han Xiumei's finger can accurately point his forehead. In desperation, Yang Junshan had to protect his forehead with his hand and shouted: "Oh, pain, It hurts, mother, you can rest assured, there will be nothing."
Han Xiumei was even more angry. He took back his fingers and waited for Yang Junshan to rejoice. A slap in the back of his head had already hit him in the back of his head. He said: "What does the little rabbit know? Is it so easy for my mother to raise you? How much thoughts have you scrapped? You have to find the Yellowstone. You have to go to Baique Mountain! Even if you have the ability to come back from Baique Mountain, can you find a better fairy than the Yellowstone? How many people have been searched, and there are still good things left!"
Yang Junshan is just a "squeaky" smirk. Han Xiumei still doesn't know that this is the usual trick for his son to make up his mind to resist him. In his heart, he has to turn to Yang Tiangang and say: "When you are home, what do you say?"
Yang Tiangang took a sip of smoke, and the smog covered his face. Then he slowly opened his mouth and asked Yang Junshan: "You have always been less concerned about one thing, and the bow and arrow shoot you. After practicing for a year, is it just to go to Baique Mountain?"
Yang Junshan touched his head and smiled. "Yes!"
Yang Tiangang "smack" smoked smoke without saying anything, Yang Junping and Yang Junxin did not dare to speak out of the house, the family stood in the yard waiting for Yang Tiangang to take the idea.
Another pot of dry smoke was exhausted. Yang Tiangang licked the ash and took a look at Yang Junshan. "Take it!"
Han Xiumei was anxious when he heard it. He said loudly: "When you are home, you..."
Yang Tiangang waved his hand and interrupted Han Xiumei: "Well, the boss rarely concentrates on such a long time for one thing. Since he started to go to Baique Mountain a year ago, he also practiced bow and arrow shooting. I will take him after three days."
Seeing that Han Xiumei is still not at ease, Yang Tiangang said again: "It is only time for him to turn around the Baique Mountain. It will not be too dangerous. It is nothing to lose!"