Yang Junshan was horrified, and he sat up suddenly.
Only then did he suddenly realize that he was actually on a wooden bed. As he shook violently, the exquisite wooden bed beneath him did not move at all.
Unfamiliar wooden bed, unfamiliar beams, unfamiliar rafters, unfamiliar walls, unfamiliar furnishings in the house.
Everywhere exudes unfamiliar high-profile and luxury, bit by bit covering up the things that have long been solidified in the depths of Yang Junshan's memory.
The only thing that seemed familiar to him was the body that had shrunk by half, but was wearing the same luxurious and unfamiliar clothes.
How did I become a half-grown child? When did I become so rich!
This idea has not yet appeared in Yang Junshan's mind, but a more powerful idea has already exploded in his mind, leaving him stunned:
This is not what I was like a hundred years ago. Have I been reborn?
In Yu County, Yuzhou, the memory of the tenth-generation son of the famous Yang family and the experience a hundred years later began to exclude each other in his mind, and scenes of memories from different periods and places emerged in confusion.
The confusion of time and space caused Yang Junshan to become completely confused. It was not until a white and tender hand swayed in front of him more clearly that Yang Junshan came back to his senses.
A pink and tender face with a smile like a flower suddenly appeared in his sight. He chuckled and said: "Brother, brother, I'm back to my soul, I'm back to my soul!"
Yang Junshan's eyes rekindled the color. He looked at the cute little girl in front of him and asked tentatively with a hint of disbelief: "Little sister?"
The little girl chuckled, then withdrew her little hand from Yang Junshan's eyes, and said in a sweet voice: "Brother is in such a daze that he doesn't even recognize my little sister? You have been lying beside the bed in a daze for an hour, thinking about the Xishan Paddock.
It’s about something, right?”
The little girl's words caused the memory in Yang Junshan's mind to instantly look back from a hundred years ago, until a scene in Yang Junshan's memory that happened a hundred years ago reappeared in his mind.
Then Yang Junshan helplessly discovered that that scene had nothing to do with the scene in front of him. The prodigal son who had gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes in his previous life and the young Yang Junshan at this time could never be integrated together.
Just when Yang Junshan was confused, the little girl had already jumped to Yang Junshan's side.
Turning around and holding the edge of the bed with both hands, Yang Junxin and Yang Junshan sat side by side on the edge of the bed.
Then a sweet children's voice sounded: "I heard from Dad and Uncle Baishan that the fairies in the Xishan Paddock are only high-grade fairies at most.
It is far inferior to the several paddocks in Yuancheng Mountain of my Yang family that breed the best fairy spirits, let alone compared to the several paddocks of fairy spirits in my family's Quwu Mountain.
Moreover, it is very dangerous inside Xishan Mountain. It is said that wild beasts have appeared in recent years. Even for monks in the late mortal realm, it is dangerous to go there. It is not as safe as the paddock of my Yang family. Can't you go, brother?"
Yang Junshan touched his sister's head in confusion, which made Yang Junxin's face full of reluctance: "Oh, don't touch your head, this is the pigtail my mother tied for me early in the morning!"
Scenes from his past life flashed back and forth in his mind, intertwined with the memory of the tenth generation son of the famous Yang family at this moment.
Yang Junshan still couldn't come to his senses, and pretended to smile unintentionally: "Don't worry, little sister, although Xishan is dangerous, the top-grade immortals are not as good as the output of our Yang family's paddock, but there may not be top-grade immortals in it.
Besides, this time the four sects of Xijun invited my Yang family to join us in hunting Xishan. They all dared to send their direct disciples into Xishan. As the tenth generation direct descendant of the Yang family, shouldn’t I dare to earn a name for my Yang family?
"
"It's not that easy!"
A voice made Yang Junshan's eyes skip to his younger sister Yang Junxin. A little boy who was two or three years younger than him but had a similar appearance was standing at the door.
Hearing Yang Junshan's words, Yang Junping curled his lips and said: "Brother, dad finally exchanged a piece of fairy spirit from the family. Although it is not good, it can still be regarded as a top-grade fairy spirit.
Although my Yang family is the most famous family in Yuzhou, the number of core direct descendants of my Yang family has increased since my grandfather's generation.
Even counting from the lineage of great-great-grandfather Hua, there are now more than thirty people in my generation of gentlemen, not to mention the descendants of three great-grandfathers, Xingting, Xingsong, and Xingsa. In total, there are already more than 30 people in my generation of gentlemen.
More than a hundred people attended.
You don't know that for this fairy thing, you may have spent a lot of contribution points to redeem it. Except for the Shaotian Sect and the four major sects of Yuzhou, there are really not many people who can afford the high-grade fairy.
Even when my father summoned the fairy spirit back then, he only used a piece of high-grade fairy spirit. It would be better for you to insist on going to Xi Mountain, how dangerous it is there!"
The age difference between Yang Junshan and his second brother is less than two years. The two have often fought each other since they were young because they were close in age. A few days ago, they even argued over the ownership of a bow.
Yang Junshan relied on his age and strength to snatch the mulberry bow from his second brother, which made him cry at his parents for a while.
It wasn't until his father promised to buy him a mulberry bow when he was ten years old that the whole business stopped.
Yang Junshan looked at his second brother with a face full of blame and a hint of worry, but he couldn't help but recall the experiences of more than a hundred years in his sleep.
He couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and said warmly: "Don't worry, second brother, I just went to Xishan Mountain. If you don't get much, it won't be too late to come back and use the high-grade fairy spirit to summon the spirit."
If I'm lucky, big brother, and I find other fairy spirits, then that top-grade fairy spirit will belong to you, second brother!"
Yang Junping's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he thought of something again and muttered: "
If you had talked to me like this the day before yesterday, I wouldn't have fought with you about that mulberry bow. I know that dad bought that mulberry bow just for you to go to Xishan."
Yang Junshan saw his second brother muttering at the side and couldn't help asking: "Second brother, what did you say?"
Yang Junping hummed and said: "I don't want your fairy spirit. You said it lightly, as if you are sure to get a high-grade fairy spirit. Don't you know how dangerous it is there?"
I think you should hurry up and use that piece of fairy spirit to summon the spirit. Our fourth aunt Tian Fang’s son, Jun Ming, has the second-class qualification of the Fourth Spirit Aperture. If you don’t pay close attention, your position as the tenth generation eldest son may not be guaranteed.
It’s safe to live.”..??m
Yang Junshan jumped off the edge of the bed, walked up to his second brother, smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Yang Junshan said this, but he felt the veins on the top of his head bulging. This Yang Junming, who was born in the lineage of his great-grandfather, couldn't be that Ming!
Also, didn't my fourth aunt Yang Tianfang marry into the Shaking Heaven Sect? Well, she is now the third aunt in name.
When his great-grandfather succeeded him as the seventh-generation head of the family, his uncle had already eliminated him from the direct line, so naturally he would not be ranked in the ninth-generation Tianzi generation.
But this is just a matter of status, privately, no one has changed the original ranking.
Yang Junshan stepped out of the room and looked at the backyard of the Xixi County government office where he had lived for two years, looking dazed.
Thinking of his great-aunt Zhang Bo, he was from Huangyuan Town, Mengyu County.
Moreover, the person his fourth son Yang Tianhong called Zhang Chenghong in his dream memory was the father of Zhang Yueming, one of the Three Great Masters in his memory.
Isn’t this a coincidence? Isn’t this a coincidence? It’s not!
If the identity of his second brother Yang Junming has yet to be confirmed, Yang Junbin, the third brother of his fourteenth aunt's family, is probably that Bin.
After all, my great-aunt Ning Shijie, who came from Huangshan Town in Mengyu County, was the head of the Ning family, one of the three powerful men in Mengyu County, in my memory.
His fourteenth uncle Yang Tianji was called Ning Ji in his dream memory, and he was the guard of Huangshan Town in Mengyu County.
In this way, my grafted third brother Yang Junbin should probably be Ning Bin, one of the three great heroes in my memory.
In this way, Yang Junxu, the fourth brother of my fifteenth aunt's family, is also that Xu. After all, my great-aunt Ouyang Yan also comes from the Ouyang family.
And the last of the Three Great Masters who shook the sky in my memory was none other than Ouyang Xulin of the Ouyang family.
What on earth is going on? Did I really just have a century-old dream?
After the collapse of Shaotian Sect, how could the three heroes of Shaotian who restored the tradition of Shaotian Sect become his cousins!
Although I call Aunt Tian Fang the fourth aunt, Aunt Tian Fang the fourteenth aunt, and Aunt Tian Jue the fifteenth aunt, they are based on the descendants of my grandfather's four brothers and sisters.
If we just talk about the lineage of his grandfather Yang Chenglie, these three aunts are Yang Junshan's direct aunts. In this way, Yang Junming, Yang Junbin, and Yang Junxu are not his biological aunts and cousins.
Ahem! My cousin!
Although Lianli is a cousin, their father is regarded as a bride-in-law.
Well, he is a direct cousin of the Yang family through his ancestors and father. He is the Yang family with the most righteous pedigree.
But when he looked at Changsun Xiu, Yu Mingxian, Xiong Changfeng, and Yang Junshan who were all great-aunts in his memory, the corners of their mouths twitched for a moment.
Good guy, the heads of the four powerful real-life families in Jinyu and Mengyu counties have all joined the Yang family!
Well, the originally powerful Ma and Sun families in Chenyu County have long been eliminated by Yang Jiarong, leaving only a few martial arts disciples to inherit the family's legacy.
But why are the memories in dreams so real? If they are not correct, some are correct.
For example, his second brother is still named Yang Junping, and he ranks ninth in the lineage of his great-grandfather, Mr. Hua.
His biological sister is still named Yang Junxin, ranked twelfth, and his parents are also the parents in his dream, but their identities are very different.
In addition, my seventh aunt Yang Tianyan and my seventh uncle An Xia are still married, and my only son and thirteenth brother are still named Yang Junhao.
However, due to the strong strength of the Yang family, his seventh uncle An Xia naturally has no idea of letting Yang Junhao change his surname to An, and now the family is staying in the Yang family honestly.
My ninth aunt Yang Tianling and ninth uncle Peng Shidao also got married, but this time there was no tragedy for them in later generations. The only daughter and tenth sister was never named Peng Qi, but was named Yang Junqi from birth.
But his biological grandfather is still Yang Lie. Apart from his cultivation status, his character and temperament are the same as those in his dream. His second grandfather Yang Xi, third aunt Yang Yan and fourth grandfather Yang Jiao have not changed.