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When he woke up, Han Yan looked at himself who was only seven or eight years old, and then looked at the mining pick in his hand! How could it be so miserable that after finally traveling through time, he was sold to mine! The mysterious golden scrolls and the demonic fragments filling the sky, don't be afraid, I am not a normal immortal cultivator. Although Kyushu is huge, I can control it with swords. I, Han Yan, will eventually embark on the path that belongs to me, the Sword Immortal.

[Farming, fictional history, sweet pets] In the early morning, Baiyun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist. The peaks are looming in the clouds. The air is filled with water vapor, and the vegetation and shrubs are covered with dew. It is the season for picking mushrooms... In the yard, Shen Sanniang spread out the picked fungi and dried them in a basket. Under the baking sun, the fresh and moist mushrooms became dry and hard... It was a cold winter outside with heavy snowfall, but the house was as warm as spring. The cute baby was playing on the kang, and Gu Ning was lying on the kang, drinking fruit wine leisurely. It was a sweet life!