Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

The sky was slightly bright; the sun had not yet risen over the eastern mountains, and only a pale sky appeared, with a slight chill in the air.

The scroll was blown into the air by the tide of vital energy and fell into Yan Fang's hands again.

"This painting doesn't need to be completely finished?"

Mu Lao looked at Yan Fang's actions and was quite puzzled. He could see that this painting was twice as powerful as the Bear Picture in terms of both realm and scope. If this painting could be completed, it would surely shock the heaven and earth, bring good fortune, and completely restore this area to its original state of abundant and pure vitality and prosperity, and would no longer breed ferocious beasts and monsters.

By then, the small area's heaven and earth will be reconnected with the primordial heavenly way, and by then, this scroll will turn into a Taoist treasure, and who knows, a large amount of merit will be bestowed upon it!

It was obvious that all it would take was one final touch to complete it, but Yan Fang did nothing.

"Not yet. This final step will be used at a critical moment."

Yan Fang shook his head. Before he reached a certain level of strength, he would not rashly come into contact with the great will of the world.

This finishing touch is also his biggest trump card in this world, which he keeps for use in times of crisis. After using it, he will either successfully travel through time or be targeted by the big guys in this world.

It would be best if there was no crisis. After he successfully intercepted Xuan's luck, he would add the final touch to complete the cause and effect of heaven and earth, just as the last fireworks before his return.

Even though the Cloud Step had many restrictions and he was unable to take anything away, he actually gained witchcraft, body-building techniques, a friendship with the young Human Emperor, the transformation of the Sparrow Spirit, and new applications of the Painting Way, the Cloud Step, and the Jade Book, which were already great gains.

You have to know that he has only been here for less than two months. In modern times, it is just a summer vacation. With such gains and experiences, he is already satisfied.

“I just hope that everything goes well in the end.”

Finally, Yan Fang thought of the death symbol that had not disappeared from the jade book. A little gloom still rose in his heart. He walked towards the top of the cliff with a wooden box in his hand.

On the top of the mountain, Xuan was still holding Yu Ling, staring blankly at the sky. No one knew how he could maintain this posture for so long.

There is flint in the wooden box. If everything goes well, Xuan should be able to awaken his memories of his past life, and he can return at any time. Then, no matter how big the crisis is, he can accompany Xuan and the others to face it.

Yan Fang turned on the Qi-gazing technique and looked over. Sure enough, the golden opportunity on Xuan's body was fluctuating.

His guess was correct. For a destined protagonist like Xuan, the opportunity to awaken and become stronger is right beside him. The flint in his hand can also awaken Xuan's memory.

"Xuan, after a night, you should wake up."

"Yuling's body should also be handed over to her sisters and buried in peace."

Yan Fang walked in and spoke calmly without any emotion.

Yan Fang didn’t know when the idea of ​​being buried in the ground to rest in peace appeared in the modern primitive period, but in this ancient world with Pangu creating the world and Nuwa making humans as the main storyline, humans were made of mud, and the idea of ​​being buried in the ground and returning to the earth has naturally become a custom of the human race since ancient times.

For example, in Youxiong City, there are several areas surrounded by green trees on the east side. They are not the green that people pursue like modern people, but graves.

"I want to watch the sunrise here with Yuling."

Xuan's tone was also very flat, and he didn't even turn to look at Yan Fang.

"...I have found a way to awaken your memories of your past life."

Yan Fang was silent for a while. Although he knew it was not a good idea to say this, he still said it and raised the wooden box in his hand.

"Awakening past life memories? So that's how it is. I was wrong from the beginning. Is this why you asked me about reincarnation when you met me?"

Xuan was stunned when he heard this. He was surprised at first, then indifferent. He understood everything in an instant.

It turned out that he and Mu Lao had misunderstood. The reincarnated person was him, not Yan Fang. Yan Fang seemed to know a lot.

It seemed that after Yu Ling's death, Yu Ling's wisdom was attached to him, or it could be said that he was always like this, but in the past, love made him tend to be sentimental.

"Well, if you recover your past life memories, you might be able to do more."

Yan Fang took out the wooden box at this time, not only because he wanted to intercept the fortune and use it to return to the Western Han Dynasty, but also because Xuan had a lot of troubles, whether it was the future death that only Yan Fang could see, or the past, when someone in the tribe deliberately described it as a jinx.

Yan Fang didn't think he had the ability to help Xuan solve so many troubles. He didn't know if he could come back this time. Perhaps awakening his past life memories could help Xuan overcome these difficulties and at the same time... forget his sadness.

"......Is this the thing? It can help me awaken my past life memories?"

Xuan looked at the wooden box in his hand and wanted to open it. He didn't think too much about it, and he didn't care so much about his own safety.

He is a person who is easily satisfied and does not have too many desires or ideas.

He would feel indignant when he heard about the plight of the human race in the ancient times, and many people didn't like him, but he was quite satisfied with his current life, with his mother, Yu Ling, and teammates like Xuan and Qing.

There are also gentle elders like the Great Shaman in the tribe who can maintain stability and serve the tribe wholeheartedly, and there are also geniuses like Chi. As long as they develop quietly, they will have a promising future. Therefore, he has never had the ambition to covet power. Mu Lao asked him to hide his strength, and he could hide it if it was helpful to others.

But this experience still changed Xuan.

He knew that if he had fought for his rights in the tribe earlier, he would not have been assigned to the dangerous place this time, nor would his teammates have been in danger, leading to Yu Ling's death.

I just feel that maybe there is a way to resurrect Yu Ling in the memory of the previous life, a way to find Yu Ling in the vast sea of ​​people, a way to prevent the people around him from being affected by him and causing misfortune or even death, and a way to stop myself from being manipulated by others and framed by others.

At this moment, the memory of the past life seemed to have become a universal wish-granting device, which could solve everything as long as it was remembered.

but......

"Can I refuse? I can see that whether I awaken my past life memories is very important to you, Yan Fang."

Xuan held the wooden box in his hand, stared at Yan Fang and asked, when he had figured out a lot of things.

Yan Fang's contact with him was not so pure...

"It is quite important. Although our meeting was an accident, the reason I started to contact you was indeed because of this incident."

Yan Fang told the truth that if he had not been able to return due to the interruption of fate, Yan Fang would never have gotten along with a person like Xuan who was obviously a genius at first glance.

After so many years in the Western Han Dynasty, he already knew that potential stocks could generate huge profits as long as one invested in them, but not everyone was qualified to invest. If it were not for coincidence, a rootless person like him would never have had contact with Xuan, and would have died and been targeted.

As Yan Fang spoke, he noticed that Xuan's eyes were still calm, without any ripples.

Yan Fang blinked his eyes and understood. Even if Xuan had not awakened his memory, he seemed to have undergone a great change.

So calm and wise that it makes people feel a little strange.

"Why refuse?"

Then Yan Fang asked with a smile, having already made a decision in his heart.

"I'm actually a little scared. I'm afraid that my love for Yu Ling will fade after my memories are awakened."

When Xuan heard this question, his indifferent tone finally changed a little. He naturally showed his vulnerability, but it made people feel that it was so natural rather than a weakness.

"Okay, this matter is not that important. Since you don't want to now, I will leave it with Mu Lao. If you want to use it, you can use it."

Yan Fang spread his hands and showed an understanding smile on his face. In fact, he was relieved.

He hoped to intercept the golden opportunity. Not only could he use it to return, but even if the opportunity was worse than Shuxi's purple opportunity, it would definitely be good, which would be a great benefit.

But after being together for so long...he was actually afraid that Xuan would recover his memory and become another person, even if that person was the ancestor of the human race.

As for opportunities, he can intercept a few more people to meet the needs. If it doesn't work, he can rely on the relationship between Shi Yuan and Taishan Ji to try with Bai Hao again. There will always be a chance to return, it's just a little later.

Now he still has some spiritual weapons left on him, and as for means of survival, he has the bug of Yunbu and the third painting. As long as his luck is not too bad, he does not have to worry too much, and he does not have to run away when facing the enemy. Therefore, he does not need to return urgently after his current transformation.

"Thank you."

Xuan also showed a long-lost smile. Coincidentally, the sun finally rose above the mountains, and the sunlight shone over and illuminated his and Yan Fang's faces.

Their eyes shifted at the same time, looking at the sunrise.

Behind them, Qing, Shiyuan, Chang, Mu Lao, and the little girl from the Wudao tribe were either watching them from a few steps away, or secretly eating snacks, or daydreaming, or studying the flames in their hands. The array patterns also turned their heads.

They looked at Yan Fang and the other person on the cliff, at the mountains in the distance, and at the sunshine, which was also shining on them.