The boss is five and a half years old, and wealthy families are vying for his favor.

"Dad, Mom, how long have we been in Mang Valley?"

After breakfast, Jiang Jie suddenly asked.

"It's been more than four months." Bai Suyi did the math and sighed: "Time has passed in the blink of an eye, and there is no sense of reality at all..."

"The flow of time has accelerated." Jiang Ao was packing up his lesson plans. Hearing this, he said: "The Chongxiao Baojian only sent our consciousness here, lacking the real sense of the body, and the acuity of time has been reduced to the minimum, so There will be a feeling that if you don't pay attention, a few days will pass."

Jiang Jie felt like he was listening to a book from heaven, "Second brother, you must be used to teaching Xiao Xi. I don't know how Xiao Xi understands these theories of time and space and physics."

"Because Xiao Xi is smart." Jiang Ao is still very satisfied with his student. Jiang Xi is like a sponge with no upper limit. No matter how much knowledge is given to her, she can absorb it.

Jiang Fangliang and Bai Suyi nodded in agreement: "Yes, Wanwan has good taste."

Jiang Jie sat next to his second brother, "Second brother, you are so smart, have you ever understood what Taoist Minghuai and Master Bozhi said?"

Their family was sent to Mang Valley by Zhongxiao Baojian, but they were always like bystanders, with very few things to participate in, so that the family became increasingly confused.

"Perhaps... I just can't do anything, and it's useless if I do it." Jiang Ao thinks about what Taoist Minghuai said every day, "Cause and effect are a foregone conclusion, that's probably what it means."

Jiang Jie was frustrated, "Then what's the point of us coming here?"

Thinking of the faster and faster flow of time, Jiang Ao thought thoughtfully, "...where is Wanwan now?"

"The mountain festival should have started, huh...?" Jiang Jie stared at his parents' feet with wide eyes, then looked at himself and his brothers, and suddenly said in panic: "Why have we become transparent?! "
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Starting from Dapo Village and walking northwest for five days, we will reach the vast white snowy mountains.

The annual Mount Xie Festival is held on the snow peak.

Although Jiang Wan streamlined the team, the number still exceeded 100 people.

The team is evenly divided between men and women, and they are all strong young people.

They wore thick colorful clothes, wide, high-topped silver hats, and protective silver armor with exquisite carvings of birds and animals. They had tall and straight postures and bright eyes.

Jiang Wan rode Xiaotan and walked in the middle of the team.

She wore colorful sacrificial attire, even the little greedy one was dressed up, and she wore a conspicuous silver safety lock on her chest, with beautiful colorful tassels on the lock.

Huihui's loud cry came from high in the sky, and a low and threatening sound came from Xiao Tan's throat. Jiang Wan gently and forcefully combed Xiao Tan's head with her hands.

"You stay here for a while, you don't have to follow me." Jiang Wan told Xiao Tan.

Xiao Tan sensed that the atmosphere was unusual, and followed Jiang Wan step by step without agreeing.

Jiang Wan hugged it helplessly and pushed its big paw with her toes, silently cueing it to leave.

Huihui issued another warning sound, like an urging signal.

Jiang Wan put her long bow on her back and ordered the team to stop. She went up the mountain alone.

This was not in line with the procedures of the Mount Xie Festival in previous years, but no one would refute Da Po. In their hearts, everything Da Po did was justified.

The team stopped, and Jiang Wan climbed up the snow-capped mountain alone and stood on the altar at the top of the mountain.

"Chirp-"

When Huihui let out an extremely excited scream, Jiang Wan drew his bow, and the silver arrowhead shone brightly in the sunlight and white snow.

She aimed at the smug Qiu Xian in the ambush and loosened the tight bow string——

Later, when Jiang Xi was writing "The Biography of Da Po", he wrote: "... Da Po Jiang Wan discovered the charade between the witches and Han Yuan's new emperor early on, and saw through their ambush plot, causing an avalanche during the Xieshan Festival. Unexpectedly, With one soldier and one soldier, more than a thousand of Hanyuan's ambush troops were killed."

The earth-shaking snow fell heavily, covering Jiang Wan.

The white earth became her tomb, and the cold winter wind played songs for her to sleep.

The world after death is not dark, but a rouge pink world, with golden light in the distance, like a fairyland and a divine realm, which makes people fascinated.

Jiang Wan stood blankly, surrounded by stone tablets. Jiang Wan approached one of them, which read:

"Jiang Wan, the 30th generation Dapo of the Jiang family, was well versed in astronomy and geography. She worshiped ghosts and gods at night and sacrificed human souls during the day. She was extremely talented.

He succeeded to the throne at the age of 20 and died at the age of 25. "Jiang Wan carefully read her own inscription several times, and then looked at other Da Po's, and then she began to think: Where is this place?
"Jiang Wan."

An ethereal yet majestic female voice came. Jiang Wan looked around, but couldn't see anyone.

"Go forward." The voice said softly, "You will become the next mountain god of Mang Valley."

mountain god?

Jiang Wan was stunned.

"You have done a great job. The position of mountain god belongs to you alone - go ahead and move forward."

A road extending infinitely forward appeared under Jiang Wan's feet, and the other end of the road led to the golden light of the sky.

The dazzling golden light fell, blessing her with divine light.

Jiang Wan took a step forward, her heart calm and calm. Flowers bloomed everywhere she walked, and the lush flower path supported her to the boundary of the divine realm.

If she takes one more step forward, she will become a mountain god, the god she has worshiped and respected all her life.

But Jiang Wan stopped.

"I..." Six friendly faces appeared in her mind. No matter when, they always looked at her with eyes full of love.

She never imagined becoming a mountain god.

"I promised them that I would be a family in my next life."

Jiang Wan turned around and stepped onto the flower path she had come on without hesitation, from walking in small steps to running in long strides. Unknowingly, with tears streaming down her face, she ran into the depths of the flowers.
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The Jiang family woke up from the ward.

Nearly five months in Mang Valley only lasted five days in modern times.

They woke up in a daze, and Taoist priest Ming Huai congratulated them: "The fate has come, the time has come, little friend Jiang will wake up soon."

"Zun Du, fake Du?" Jiang Jie rubbed his eyes and said inarticulately.

"...Wake up!" Yan Ruoke ran in, "Wake up! Wake up!"

Jiang Jie smiled at her, "Yes, I'm awake. Do you miss me?"

Yan Ruoke hugged him, tears streaming down her face: "I mean, my aunt is awake!"

Jiang's family was shocked and hurriedly wanted to remove the needle and wanted to go to the next door ward.

"Why aren't we allowed to stay in the same room as Wanwan?" Bai Suyi said angrily.

"Sister Xiaowan!"

"Ooooh, you're awake!"

"Wow wow wow wow!"

"They're next door—"

The little cute babies and others screamed outside, and everyone in the Jiang family looked up eagerly.The next moment, accompanied by anxious footsteps, a small figure appeared at the door.

The white and tender little feet are bare, the belly is slightly round and soft, the flesh on the cheeks trembles slightly when running, and the big eyes are filled with endless words.

As soon as she saw her family members who were thinking about them day and night, sweet, honey-like pear dimples appeared on Jiang Wan's face.

She smiled brightly and couldn't wait to throw herself into their arms: "Mom and dad! Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother——"

"Night night—!"

Jiang Wan was given two fates by the old woman: one life of being lonely and dying in the wild; one life of deep family ties and great wealth. She didn't believe it until she died unexpectedly and became a five-and-a-half-year-old little dumpling.

A bright moon hangs high outside the window, illuminating the happy reunion in the room. (End of chapter)