"Brother Yang, Xiao Yang, wake up!" Yang Xiuwen suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a big face full of vicissitudes of time, looking at him anxiously.

He felt pain all over his body at this time. He remembered that he was hunting for treasure in a cave in Mount Tai. Suddenly he was hit by something, and his vision went dark and he didn't know anything.

I stretched out my hand to rub the painful back of my head, and was stunned when I saw the delicate arm. Is this my hand? There was a tingling sensation in my brain, and a memory that did not belong to me rolled and merged.

After a while, he woke up, but he was probably even more confused. The owner of this body was also named Yang Xiuwen, and he was a small business owner in Xishi Antique Street in Xi'an City. He was nineteen years old.

In his senior year of high school, his parents died in a car accident, and he was the only one left in the family. So he entered the society after graduating from high school.

I used my parents' compensation money to buy a small shop in the antique street, selling some tourist souvenirs and fake antiques.

Today, Cao Guoqing is the big-faced person just now. I met him in the antique street and gradually became friends.

It was said that a villager in the countryside had an ancestral incense burner that they wanted to sell. They asked him to go and have a look. As a result, his bicycle fell into a ditch and died. He came to be reborn.

He raised his head and looked at Lao Cao and said, "Brother Cao, I'm fine, just take a rest."

Seeing that he was okay, Cao Guoqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xiao Yang, you scared me to death. I didn't see you wake up for a long time, and I thought I fell to death."

Yang Xiuwen smiled and said in his heart, "I did fall to death, but I am him now."

After resting for a while, he felt that his body functions had slowed down, so he slowly stood up and found himself in a large ditch on the side of the road, which was three to four meters deep by visual inspection.

A Feige bicycle was lying in a ditch not far from him. He and Cao Guoqing worked together to drag the bicycle to the road, only to find that the front wheel was deformed.

Yang Xiuwen said, "Brother Cao, if you can't go, it will be difficult to go back."

Cao Guoqing looked at the sky. He came out in the morning. It was already noon now, and he was still halfway to the village he wanted to go to.

So he said: "Forget it, I won't go today, go back. You ride my car, and I'll ride yours."

After saying that, he put Yang Xiuwen's bicycle on his back, straightened the deformed front wheel a little with his feet, then lifted it up and rode it for a while. He could walk, but in an S-shape.

The two of them just rode like this, stopping and pushing for a while. It was almost dark when they returned to the West Market.

At the gate of the old city, Yang Xiuwen and Cao Guoqing parted ways and went back to their homes. He thanked Cao Guoqing repeatedly for his help and invited Cao Guoqing to dinner another day.

Yang Xiubi followed the memory in his mind and pushed his bicycle back to his so-called home.

The house is an old building that was originally a family building for the employees of the Xi'an Towel Factory. My parents were employees of the towel factory.

Second floor, 202, two bedrooms and one living room, more than fifty square meters.

The fabric sofa in the living room is quite old, and some areas were damaged and had to be repaired. The light yellow coffee table has its paint worn off, and there is a 14-inch black and white TV.

There were some photos hanging on the wall, and one of the family photos caught Yang Xiuwen's attention.

The man in the photo is very handsome, the woman is very beautiful, and there is a child wearing a navy hat in the middle, that is Yang Xiuwen.

He came to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked very handsome.

Two sword-shaped eyebrows, deep eyes with a maturity that belies his age, a straight bridge of nose, thin lips, and a fluffy beard on his lips represent that he is still a young boy.

He rubbed the black hair covering his eyebrows and said to himself: "Much more handsome than my predecessor."

After getting some food and taking a shower, Yang Xiuwen lay on the bed and began to think back on this magical experience. It was now 1990, and the year when his predecessor had the accident was 2015, a span of 25 years.

Formerly known as Yang Xiuwen, a native of Zhongjing, he grew up in an orphanage. He graduated from Kyoto University in 2010 with a major in Business Administration. After graduation, he worked in a private company with a stable job.

In his free time, he liked to read books, some novels about cultivating immortals. Later, he was attracted by the plots in the novels and decided to give it a try, so Panjiayuan became a place he often visited.

The more I went, the more I learned. I bought more fakes and spent all my money.

So he began to think of ways to make money. He was very lucky. The stock market was good in those years and he earned more than 2 million. Later, he quit his job and started trading stocks and Taobao.

An incident that happened in June 2014 made him believe that there really are immortal cultivators.

That afternoon, Yang Xiuwen was shopping in Panjiayuan as usual. A stall owner stopped him: "Boss Yang, come here quickly, we have new goods."

After hearing this, he slowly walked over, and the stall owner quickly took out a small bench for him to sit on.

Yang Xiuwen sat down and said, "Brother Zhang, you said time and time again that you have new goods, but what happened, haha."

The boss surnamed Zhang said in a low voice: "This time it's true. I just came out of the pit. I will never lie to you." After speaking, he took out a black plastic bag from his arms and handed it to Yang Xiuwen.
Chapter completed!