In the heavy rain, a chain of lightning flashed under the night sky, and then the sound of thunder that was like the collapse of the sky and the earth burst out loud, and the sound spread to all fields, shaking the world.

After Yang Ning opened his eyes and saw the situation in front of him clearly, he made an unchangeable decision and was ready to take action.

Try not to bother your intelligence if you can solve problems with your fists.

The scene in front of him made him really angry. Three or four young and strong guys were fist-and-feet around a guy with shabby hair. The beaten man held his head and curled up on the ground without any fighting back.

He is not against fighting. In other words, he actually enjoys the feeling of punching his opponent, but bullying the few is the most unhappy thing for him. If he makes him unhappy, he will always try every means to make the other party even more unhappy.

"Stop!" Yang Ning shouted in his voice. He needed to start by striking people.

The voice was made, but it was not as majestic as I imagined, but was weak and powerless.

Although this sound did not achieve the shocking effect, it still made the people stop and turn around to look at him.

Only then did Yang Ning see clearly that the guys who hit people were not much cleaner than those lying on the ground. They were all unkempt and their clothes were worn out, and they all looked like beggars.

"Little...Little Diaoer..." A young man with hair like a Beatle saw Yang Ning standing up swayingly, with a look of surprise on his face.

Yang Ning felt that his body was weak, so he didn't care about it at this time, and just said coldly: "If you are a man, you should fight alone. What's the point of bullying the few in this way?"

The Beatles looked up and down at Yang Ning, walked slowly over, and suddenly laughed, "You kid is not dead?" He walked to Yang Ning, reached out with one hand, and wanted to put it on Yang Ning's shoulder.

Yang Ning saw the other party reaching out with one hand, and poked out one hand like a conditioned reflex, grabbing the other party's wrist. Before the other party could come to his senses, he flashed under his feet and had already pressed the Beatles' arm back. Then he pressed the man's upper arm hard and heard a crisp "click" sound, and the Beatles screamed in an instant.

This kind of empty-hand fighting is his good move. He really doesn't have much energy to remove one of the other party's arms.

The Beatles screamed, his arm drooped softly, and his other hand pressed his shoulder, cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The other guys looked at each other, and the two beggars were holding a stick, one on the left and one on the right, approaching Yang Ning.

Yang Ning smiled faintly and glanced at the ground. There was really a wooden stick at his feet. He picked it up and held it in his hand.

With a loud scream, the two men waved wooden sticks left and right to beat Yang Ning head-on.

Yang Ning sneered, and the wooden stick in his hand swung out lightning. One of the two men was to use anything as a weapon during his years of military training. Although the two men were fierce, they were nothing in Yang Ning's eyes. If they weren't for their weak body, they could easily knock them down.

Now that I still have a wooden stick in my hand, I naturally have no reason to be at a disadvantage.

Two "clicks" sounds, the wooden stick swung open, Yang Ning took a side step and hit one person's right fist hard on the door. One leg and one scorpion flicked back, kicking the other person's crotch. Both men screamed, one fell to the ground with his legs clamped, and the other person's wooden stick fell off, and raised his hand to cover his blood-flowing nose.

Yang Ning shook his head, his opponent was really unchallenged, which made him feel almost zero.

Yang Ning looked up at the front, and there was a man holding a wooden stick in his hand, staring at this place blankly.

Yang Ning raised his arm, pointed the wooden stick forward, and said to the last man: "Come on, it's your turn!"

My body, which was a little stiff and exhausted, became much more comfortable after two exercises.

The man looked at several companions, shook his hand holding the wooden stick, and suddenly threw the wooden stick to the ground, and said with a forced smile: "Little Diaoer, I...I won't fight you..."

"Little Diaoer?" Yang Ning was stunned. This was the second time he heard this title. "What little Diaoer?" He couldn't help but walk forward with a wooden stick.

The man was stunned. Seeing Yang Ning's wooden stick still pointing at him, he immediately said pitifully: "Little Diaoer, this... is not my idea. I... am forced...!" He raised his hand and pointed at the Beatles whose arm was removed by Yang Ning, "Yes... are monkeys, all of them are monkeys' ideas..."

Yang Ning turned his head and glanced at the Beatles, frowned, realized something, lowered his head and looked at him, and his face changed suddenly.

He was surprised to see these people's clothes being dirty, but at this time he realized that his clothes were worse than theirs. His clothes were ragged, revealing a large area of ​​stained skin.

He looked around and saw that it was an extremely dark place with mottled walls around it, and a bonfire was growing on the side. There were crackling sounds above his head. Yang Ning looked up and saw that the roof was paved with thatch, and there were many gaps, and many places were leaking rain down.

Cake seller!

Yang Ning was sure that he was dreaming, but the dream seemed too real.

"Little Diaoer, you... are you alive?" A surprise voice sounded. The guy who was beaten up by several people raised his head at this time, and his bruised nose and swollen face could not hide his surprise.

Seeing that face, Yang Ning suddenly felt dizzy in his head. At this moment, many scenes passed through his mind, and those pictures intertwined. The face in front of him was extremely clear in his mind.

What happened? Where is this place?

The man in front of him looked like he was in his forties or fifties, with a thin body, his clothes were open, revealing his shriveled and thin chest, his skinny and his ribs were clearly visible.

The environment around him was extremely unfamiliar. Yang Ning looked at his hands, and the wooden stick in his hand fell off instantly.

This hand...is obviously not my hand. Although the hand is also called out like me, this hand is obviously much smaller than my own hands.

Yang Ning was shocked and touched his face with both hands. He was very familiar with his face shape, but this was obviously not his face. This face was much thinner than his, and the edges did not seem to have completely grown, which was completely different from his original face shape with extremely distinct edges and even a little three-dimensional.

Yang Ning couldn't help but weakened his legs and sat down, his mind was confused.

The beaten elder saw Yang Ning like this and said worriedly: "Little Diaoer, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Ning suddenly looked up and waved to the man hesitated for a moment, and finally approached the past nervously.

"My name is Xiao Diaoer?" Yang Ning asked staring at the man.

The man nodded immediately.

"Where is this place?" Yang Ning asked the second question.

The man hurriedly said, "This is the land temple in the west of the city."

"Tudi Temple?" Yang Ning couldn't help but scan the surroundings again, thinking that this Land Lord was really frustrated, "How could I be here? What city is this when you mentioned the west of the city...?"

"Huize City!" The man immediately said: "More than a hundred miles north of Huai River, little... Xiao Diao'er, you... don't remember it? You came to the city half a year ago, and later you were taken to the Beggars' Sect by Boss Fang. Now you are a disciple of the Beggars' Sect."

"Wait a minute!" Yang Ning said in horror: "Beggars' Sect? What do you mean?" After looking at the clothes of several people, his heart sank, "You mean, are you all beggars?"

"So too." The man kindly reminded, "We are all disciples of the Beggars' Sect." He asked with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, "Little Diaoer, have you... been forgotten about everything?"

"Beggar Gang? Little Diaoer? Hui Zecheng?" Yang Ning raised his hand and pinched his arm. It felt very painful and his face was even more solemn. He understood something, "Grandma, this... is this the rhythm of time travel?"

"Time travel?" The man humbly asked, "What does time travel mean?"

Yang Ning said angrily: "Don't worry about what it means, I'll ask you, that..." He pointed at the guy who was humming with his shoulders and said: "Call the monkey, right? What's his idea?"

"This...!" The man glanced at the monkey, measured the strength of both sides in his heart, and said, "The monkey thought you were going to die, so he forced the old tree bark to get out of the land temple. Little Diaoer... I don't agree with this, but if I don't agree, he will even drive me out."

"Old tree bark?" Yang Ning looked at the old beggar, and many pictures appeared in his mind again, including the old beggar feeding his own things. He got up and went up to help the scarred old tree bark. His voice was much softer, "You... are you old bark? Have you always taken care of me?"

The old tree bark's eyes were full of joy. He reached out to touch Yang Ning. Yang Ning was not used to an old beggar touching his body, but he knew that the other party was concerned, so he could not refuse. He only felt that the old tree bark's hands were trembling, and his tone was full of concern: "Little Diaoer, just wake up, God has eyes..."

Yang Ning doesn’t care about God’s eyes but his eyes, he only cares about what kind of living environment he is now.

"You think I'm going to die, so you're going to drive this poor old man out of this place of shelter when lightning and thunder are roaring and thunder, and it's windy and rainy?" Yang Ning felt that his move was really correct. Looking at the old tree bark with a bruised nose and swollen face, his voice was chilling, "Come here and apologize to the old tree bark. If he forgives you, forget about this matter, otherwise...!"

"No, no, forget it...!" Old tree bark said hurriedly.

Yang Ning ignored it and pointed to the monkey whose arm was removed and said, "Come here...!"

The monkey's arm was removed and in great pain. At this time, he saw Yang Ning looking at him coldly, not daring to disobey, moved to the old tree bark and lowered his head: "Old tree bark, I...I'm wrong, you...!"

"What?" Yang Ning said lightly: "I didn't hear clearly what you are saying."

"The old tree bark is my heart and soul, it's... it's me wrong. You lord... I don't remember the villain's life. Forgive me this time..." After a few words, the monkey's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

The monkey spoke, and the others did not hesitate and came over, "Old tree bark, we...we...we are confused for a moment, don't remember it in your heart. In the future... we will never dare to treat you like this again..."

The old tree bark was used to being bullied. At this time, I saw a few people kneeling down to apologize to him. I was at a loss and could only say, "Are you up, all... have passed..."

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