The background board master dressed as the protagonist

The snow-capped mountains are all pure white.

Jiang Yumian opened his eyes with a dazed expression.

Like an illusion or a hallucination, he felt the beating in his heart, fresh and powerful, and the vitality spread to his whole body.

At the moment of death, he didn't struggle, and when he closed his eyes, there was endless darkness.

But who would have thought that there would be a day when he would open his eyes.

"Uncle, it's time to go."

The clothes were gently pulled off, Jiang Yumian lowered his head, and saw the round-faced little girl who was pulling his clothes up.

Only now did he realize that he was holding a sword in his right hand.

"Where are you going?" He asked subconsciously, without even thinking about it.

The little girl tilted her head, blinked her big black eyes and thought for a while, then asked in a soft voice: "Uncle, have you practiced that Laoshizi Kungfu again?"

Looking at her appearance, she didn't seem suspicious.

Jiang Yumian nodded stiffly.

"Uncle, we are going down the mountain to Panshiling."

Panshi Ridge, sounds familiar, but I can't remember it.

Jiang Yumian couldn't help worrying, how did he know where Panshiling was and how to get there.

Seeing that he was not moving, the little girl seemed troubled, she realized it, sighed like a little adult, and said: "Uncle Master forgot a lot this time."

She pointed to the jade pendant on Jiang Yumian's waist, and said, "There are things written down by my uncle in the jade slips."

He took off the jade pendant and flipped through it, but he didn't see anything. It was the little girl who nodded to her own eyebrows and made a helpless expression.

As soon as the jade pendant touched the skin between the eyebrows, a slight air flow rushed in, and pictures appeared in his mind miraculously.

The wind is blowing, even if the sun is shining brightly, the wind on the snow-capped mountains in winter is even more chilling.

After the little girl put on the fox fur hood, her face became more round and cute. Seeing that Jiang Yumian closed her eyes to absorb the memory, she obediently waited beside her.

A quarter of an hour later.

Jiang Yumian opened his eyes and clenched the jade pendant tightly as if he couldn't believe it. He lowered his head and said softly, "Yangyang?"

Because the voice is too soft, the question of the ending sound is not obvious, it is more like calling a little girl's name.

Jun Yang raised his head and asked sweetly, "Master, what's the matter?"

"fine."

Hanging the jade pendant back around his waist, Jiang Yumian rubbed his forehead, a huge memory belonging to others flooded into his mind, it was always uncomfortable, not only a headache, but also a sense of dizziness.

But at least I figured out the current situation.

In a novel, an unfinished novel, he actually became the protagonist Shizun with the same name and surname as him.

According to memory, he tried his best to concentrate and recite the mantra silently in his heart.

Not long after, a small object flew from the depths of the snow mountain and fell into his hand.

Jiang Yumian looked at the boat in his hand, he didn't even think that he would succeed once.

With the infusion of spiritual power, the palm-sized boat turned into a big boat.

It is said that it is a big ship. Among the various names of ships, it should be called a small boat.

Needless to say, Jun Yang skillfully boarded the boat and sat down cross-legged.

This is a mid-level flying artifact of the original owner, called Yunzhou.

Compared with the faster Swinging Feather Fan, he is dizzy now, and it is safer for Yunzhou to come.

I don't know if it was because of the memory of the original owner. When he arrived at Panshi Ridge, Yunzhou hadn't landed yet. He looked up at the sun in the sky. After a little thought, he estimated the time spent on the road, which was about one hour and five 10 minutes, less than an hour.

This weak-sounding skill was so bright that even he himself felt a smile, but the smile in his eyes flashed too quickly, and there were not many waves on his face.

Like a small gravel falling into the water, it becomes silent before ripples appear. In the eyes of others, he always looks clear and cold, like snow on the top of a mountain.

After the cloud boat landed, it inevitably attracted some attention.

Jiang Yumian pursed her lower lip slightly, feeling uncomfortable with the gathered gazes.

After stepping out of the cloud boat, Jun Yang ran towards the crowd, shouting sweetly: "Father!"

She has a cheerful voice and looks round and cute in white fox fur.

As soon as Jun Tianmo picked up his seven-year-old daughter, he smiled on his serious face just now.

Jiang Yumian secretly chanted the mantra in his heart, put away Yun Zhou, and walked towards Jun Yang, even if he didn't have the memory of an hour ago, but he knew the plot, so he also knew why he brought Jun Yang to Panshiling.

Jun Tianmo and his disciples found a trace of a medicine-carrying turtle here. On the back of the turtle grew a medicinal plant resembling Ganoderma lucidum. It was very small, only half the size of Jun Yang's small hand, and it was brown in color, similar to the color of the turtle's back. .

This herbal medicine is called Dingling, and it is most suitable for practitioners who have just stepped into the door of cultivation. The younger the better, it can calm the mind and spirituality, and the path will be more stable in the future.

The medicine-carrying turtle is extremely difficult to find, and the elixir is naturally extremely precious, and after picking it, it will gradually lose its medicinal properties, and it will become a mortal thing after a quarter of an hour.

The Xueshan faction is far away in the bitter cold north, and it is a long way from here. It will take half an hour for Jun Tianmo's fastest magic weapon to go back, so Jiang Yumian was asked to bring Jun Yang over.

"Junior brother, thank you very much."

Jun Tianmo put down Jun Yang, and patted Jiang Yumian on the shoulder.

Jiang Yumian thought about it, and said as naturally as possible: "Brother, you don't need to be polite."

The medicine-carrying turtle only appeared at dawn and sunset, and it was just noon now, so he was not in a hurry on the way here.

There are many rocks and strange rocks in Panshi Ridge, and it is connected to an ancient swamp forest when you go deep. The forest is full of mud and mosquitoes. If you are not careful, you will fall into the mud. Without the ability to save oneself, if a mortal, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will perish in it.

He recalled the plot, looked around, trying to find the location of the ancient forest.

If what is written in the book is true, at sunset, the protagonist of the book will come out of it.

He lowered his brows and eyes in a daze.

In the eyes of others, he seems to be thinking. The white clothes make him look a little thin, but he looks more dusty, which attracts one or two eyes.

Jiang Yumian raised his eyes, met the gaze of the young man who was looking at him, and saw that the two disciples quickly averted their eyes, and did not dare to look any more.

He was puzzled by the disciple's panic and slight fear, and then he remembered that he was the Jiang Yumian in the book, so he understood.

The two young disciples looked at him like that just now, just out of curiosity.

The memory of the original owner, Yu Peili, was only two days ago. Fortunately, he had read what was going to happen today in a book, so he didn't worry too much.

The sun hangs high in the sky, bringing warmth to people in the cold winter.

Jun Tian didn't ask his disciples to find a place to rest, and after eating and drinking enough, he went to look for traces of the medicine-carrying turtle after resting.

Everyone sat down on a sunny and flat place, but Jiang Yumian didn't feel hungry. After sitting down and meditating for a while, he closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to practice as the original owner remembered.

He has already experienced the spiritual power, and it is the first time to practice.

Don't give Jun Tian a look at him, Junior Brother Xindao is still like this, he cultivates when he has nothing to do, others think that he talks too little and is boring, but he himself doesn't feel this way, if we put it another way, he doesn't notice that others are how to think.

His temperament was always like this, but now he stubbornly practiced the Laoshizi mental method, and he didn't say anything if he failed to practice, and even lost his memory several times, making him even colder.

Jun Tianmo secretly shook his head and sighed. It's not that he didn't persuade him, but it didn't help much. Jiang Yumian was silent during the training, and he was actually more stubborn than anyone else.

I don't know what kind of truth I have recognized.

Sunset westward.

There are more and more people in Panshi Ridge.

The other sects noticed that the Xueshan sect stayed here and never left for a whole day. They saw that they were looking for something, so they came to this place to check and inquire, trying to find out something.

Not all sects and aristocratic families have good relations with the Xueshan sect, and some sects are used to fish in troubled waters to take advantage of the opportunity to compete. In their view, the world's spiritual plants and medicinal materials are naturally grown, and Panshiling is not the territory of any sect or sect. , anyone can come, and the treasure is not written on the name of others, how can we not grab it?

Jun Tianmo asked Jiang Yumian to bring Jun Yang over just to prevent this.

The medicine-carrying tortoise's range of activities is very close to the ancient forest, and Jiang Yumian already knew this, and felt the vague disturbance behind, which was a subtle sense of spiritual consciousness of the cultivator.

He clenched the sword in his hand, firstly to guard against the people behind, and secondly because the main character was about to appear.

The sun was about to set, and the orange red in the western sky was still there. From the corner of his vision, something moved on the ground. When he looked again, he found that a brown turtle that was close to the color of the soil turned the soil and emerged from it.

A ray of afterglow from the sky shone on the medicine-carrying tortoise, slowly absorbing it. This is not an illusion, it relies on the chaotic aura at the boundary between morning and evening to grow.

The body moves with the heart, and as soon as the thought arises, the long sword clangs out of the sheath, with a momentum like ice and snow, and with one pick, the Dingling on the back of the medicine-laden turtle is taken off.

Jun Tianmo rushed over from the side, and after catching Dingling, the Xueshan School disciples all heaved a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yumian was still holding the unsheathed sword in his hand. He looked down at his hand, thinking it might be a conditioned reflex.

The medicine-carrying turtle was frightened and lost the elixir on its back. It panicked and used its forelimbs and hind paws together to dig a hole in the ground and slip in. It disappeared before everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

It was different from when it was carrying the medicine, after losing its calmness, its movement was more agile. Even Jiang Yumian and Jun Tianmo couldn't detect where it was going with their spiritual sense.

And when the medicine-carrying turtle finds a place to live again, the chaotic aura it absorbs will no longer need to supply the elixir. Before the next elixir grows, its limbs will become thicker and faster, and the turtle's back defense will also be improved. There has been an increase, but it is temporarily impossible to find the female tortoise carrying medicine. Losing the elixir is like losing your appearance, and the female tortoise is despised.

Jiang Yumian put away the sword, and the people behind who were ready to move saw Jun Yang eat the Dingling and left. Some people regretted not catching the medicine-carrying turtle, otherwise the Dingling would grow back in the future.

The other sects have dispersed, and the Snow Mountain Sect is also planning to go back. Jun Tianmo is in a good mood, and he patted the shoulder of a disciple beside him with a bold smile: "We divide these among you."

He gave the senior disciple a Qiankun bag, which contained some middle-grade pills. He took the disciple out to practice. He was supposed to go back today, but he didn't expect to find traces of the medicine-carrying turtle here.

Now Dingling has been eaten by Jun Yang. If this thing is over ten years old, even if it is eaten, it will not be very effective. For some disciples, the value is indeed not as good as a middle-grade pill, so they thanked each other after getting the pill : "Thank you, uncle/uncle."

Jiang Yumian walked very slowly and fell at the back, the sun had already set.

Sensing movement in the ancient forest, Lingshi slightly pursed his lower lip before turning around to look.

The cold wind blew his clothes and hair, and at the edge of the ancient forest, he saw a dirty child.