The morning mist was lingering, and the bright sunshine in the morning shone down from the thin clouds, covering the mountains with a light golden color.
Yangjia Village is located here, with more than 300 shabby thatched houses scattered among the mountains.
The village is surrounded by rolling mountains, with a thin layer of thick fog floating between the mountains.
The thick fog drifted with the wind, following the footsteps of the sun, sometimes rising and sometimes falling in the mountains and valleys, and finally disappeared in the dazzling light with the arrival of the strongest sun at noon.
In the middle of the canyons of the mountains, there is a stream that flows slowly all year round. It is human instinct and habit to live by water.
The villagers of Yangjia Village build their houses around this creek.
On both sides of the creek are wheat seeds that have just been planted. The green wheat seedlings are reflected in the sunshine, exuding a simple and hopeful flavor.
Villages and wheat fields meander along the river and disappear in the middle of the mountains and canyons.
This place is very remote and surrounded by many mountains. The mountains block traffic and information, but at the same time they also protect them.
Things outside rarely affect them. There has been no major war here for hundreds of years.
It is precisely because of this that these villagers are very simple-minded and have not been polluted by the worldly world.
In the hearts of these villagers, this mountain range is their home and their escape from the world.
It is a treasured land given to them by God. There will be no evil people in this world approaching their place of residence.
They have almost no wariness towards strangers.
For these people who have never left the mountains in their lives, they will feel very guilty if they do nothing about things that they can do their best to help but fail to do so.
Until one day, a seriously injured and beautiful fairy arrived.
Under the careful care of these simple villagers, the fairy's injuries quickly healed.
Later, this fairy met, fell in love with, and got married to a poor scholar in Yangjiacun. They gave birth to three children and started a family.
The story begins here.
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A clear gurgling stream passes through the mountains, surrounded by endless dense forests.
Eighty-nine-year-old Yang Jian, carrying two wild rabbits, emerged from the forest as fast as flying.
After seeing the clear stream water again, my eyes suddenly brightened up. I quickly walked to the edge of the stream, took two deep sips of the water, and then washed my face. It felt really refreshing.
"Tsk, eldest brother, look at the expression on the second brother's face. He has no idea that all he drank was my foot-washing water." A chuckle with a hint of ridicule came from the top of the creek.
After Yang Jian heard the sound, he picked up the two wild rabbits that had been tied up with vines and strode towards the direction of the sound.
A deep voice was heard from a distance: "Chan'er, stop talking nonsense. My second brother has put in so much effort to get meat for us. You still have the nerve to say this."
"Hmph, if it were me, I could catch more prey..."
Probably because someone stopped him midway, when the voice said this, it suddenly stopped.
Yang Jian took two quick steps at this time and finally saw a man and a woman talking behind a large blue stone.
The little girl among them, about six or seven years old, was wearing a brocade cotton coat. At first glance, she looked like a little princess who was very favored at home.
The boy looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was wearing coarse linen clothes like Yang Jian and looked very simple and honest.
This petite and cute little girl was originally sitting by the stream, playing with her bare feet in the water. When she saw Yang Jian coming over, she hurriedly took her feet back from the water and sat down on the big bluestone behind.
Seeing the two of them, Yang Jian's face was suddenly filled with a smile, and he said affectionately: "Brother, Third Sister, I'm back."
Yang Chan curled her lips and glanced at the two rabbits held in Yang Jian's hands. A trace of expectation flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say any words of gratitude.
As the eldest brother, Yang Jiao did not look at the two rabbits for the first time, but looked at his younger brother up and down.
After seeing that his younger brother was not injured, Yang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, second brother."
I don't know why, no matter how honest Yang Jiao's voice is and how sincere his smile is, there is always a bit of awkwardness to Yang Jian.
However, Yang Jian never showed this. He always had a smile on his face. At first glance, it seemed that the relationship between brother and sister was particularly good.
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"It's not hard work. When brothers say this, it's a bit off-putting!"
Yang Jian shook his head, then raised the two wild rabbits in his hand, and said: "Our family has not eaten meat for half a month. Wait a moment, I will roast some rabbit meat for you to eat. Well, by the way, where is father?" "
Hearing the word "father", Yang Chan stuck out his tongue and pointed towards the woods behind him.
Yang Jiao was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said apologetically: "Father went to prepare firewood. I was also planning to go, but my father was worried that my little sister would be here alone, so he left me to take care of her." .”
"Oh, well, let me go find my father first."
As Yang Jian spoke, he put down the two rabbits in his hands and said, "Brother, Third Sister, please wait here for a moment while I go to help father."
Yang Jian said calmly, but he was obviously a little anxious in his heart. After putting down the two wild rabbits, he quickly flew away in the direction of the forest.
Before taking two steps, Yang Chan's complaining voice came from behind: "Hey, second brother, please come back quickly, we have been hungry for a long time..."
Seeing Yang Jian plunge into the dense forest without looking back, not knowing whether he heard it or not, Yang Chan became even more angry.
Feeling that he had gone far, Yang Chan immediately complained to Yang Jiao: "It's a wild rabbit again. Why is it that every time I eat meat, it's a wild rabbit? Can't the second brother catch some wild boars and wild deer?"
"This way we can not only eat meat, but the remaining fur can be exchanged for sweet-scented osmanthus cake for me to eat. Second brother is really useless."
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Yang Jiao touched Yang Chan's head and explained: "It would be good to have rabbit meat to eat. Our playmates in the village would be very happy if they could have a meal of meat for half a year. We are much better than them. "
Yang Jiao seemed to understand Yang Jian quite well in his words, but in fact, as the eldest brother, seeing his younger brother working so hard but not helping him, you can tell that his character is not that good at all. .
Yang Chanyou continued angrily: "How can our family be compared with those mud-legged people? Our father is a scholar, and our mother is also a lady. If the second brother hadn't fought with others every day, he had to pay a lot of medical expenses. , our family wouldn’t be like this now.”
Hearing Yang Chan talk about "fighting", Yang Jiao's originally calm expression also changed.
As if recalling something bad, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Third sister, you can't say that to your second brother. You have to know that your second brother fought for the sake of the two of us!" Yang Jiaoyan explained insincerely.
Unexpectedly, these words aroused Yang Chan's unruly temper even more.
I only heard her say loudly: "That's fine if you don't talk about these things. If you talk about it, I'll get angry."
"Brother, you just like to think good things about people. Second brother and those gangsters fought back and forth, saying they were trying to stand up for us, but the result..."
"In the end, he became the boss of that group of gangsters. Where in the world could such a weird thing happen?"
Just when Yang Chan and Yang Jiao were saying bad things about Yang Jian behind his back, on the other side, Yang Jian finally found traces of his "father" Yang Tianyou after going some distance into the forest.
"Come out, I found you!"
Yang Jian looked at a big tree a few meters away and shouted in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a person coming out from behind the tree.
This man is about thirty years old, with a medium build, good facial features, and a slightly elegant air. Overall, he is a somewhat attractive middle-aged man.
"It seems you really like this kind of life..."
Yang Tianyou changed his usual friendly expression and said coldly.
There was no trace of a father's compassion for his child in that tone, but instead there was a trace of hatred hidden in it.
Seeing that Yang Jian still didn't respond, Yang Tianyou couldn't help frowning and said: "Yang Jian... No, Demon Ancestor, you asked me to send Yao Ji aside today and bring these two children here just to show me Are you doing well?"
"What a bad taste. As expected of you, Luo Hu, the ancestor of all demons, could compete with Dao Ancestor Hongjun..."
Yang Jian slowly turned his head, a magic light flashed in his eyes, sighed softly, and replied calmly: "Not even Lian Yin or Zhunti dare to talk to me like this, Medicine Master Liuli Buddha, you are so big How brave!”
"A fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. Now you are forced to give up a child. Is there anything else I dare not say..."
The body was surrounded by rich Buddha light, and he had already transformed from the scholar Yang Tianyou into the Buddha-like Medicine Master Liuli Buddha, and replied with a sneer on his face.
"What do you know? The child I possess is the protagonist of the third calamity!"
Yang Jian ignored Medicine Master Liuli Buddha's innuendo and continued calmly.
"What? The protagonist of the third calamity?!"
Medicine Master Liuli Buddha's tone immediately rose a few points, and he couldn't help but look Yang Jian up and down.
"You actually found the protagonist of the third calamity! No... you took away this child from the moment he was born just to take the initiative in the third calamity?"
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Measuring calamity is a taboo word in the ancient world.
