Chapter 0001: Land Temple

The other few individuals exchanged glances, and surprisingly, the two beggars each held a stick, approaching Yang Ning from the left and right.

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

Upon seeing that face, Yang Ning suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. It was at that moment that numerous scenes flashed through his mind, those images intertwining with one another, and the face before him became remarkably clear in his mind.

The old tree bark had grown accustomed to being humiliated by others. At this moment, seeing a few people kneeling and apologizing to him, he was momentarily at a loss for words and could only say: "You all get up, it’s all... it’s all in the past..."

If a problem can be solved with a fist, do not trouble your intellect as much as possible

The Beatles looked Yang Ning up and down, then walked over slowly, suddenly laughing and saying, "You little rascal, you actually didn't die?" As they reached Yang Ning, one hand stretched out, intending to rest on Yang Ning's shoulder.

The environment around Yang Ning was utterly unfamiliar; he glanced at his hand, and the wooden stick in his hand fell away in an instant

No need, no need, it's all... it's all fine...!" the old tree bark hurriedly said

The scene before him truly filled him with anger; three or four strong young men were surrounding a disheveled individual in tattered clothes, raining down punches and kicks upon him. The victim, curled up on the ground with his arms wrapped around his head, showed no sign of resistance.

Old Tree Bark? '' Yang Ning looked at the old beggar, and once again, numerous images surfaced in his mind, among which was the scene of this old beggar feeding him. He stood up and went forward to help the battered old Tree Bark, his voice much softer, '' You ... ... you are Old Tree Bark? Have you always been taking care of me? ''

What exactly happened ?

Yang Ning then realized that the group of assailants was not much cleaner than the person lying on the ground; they were all disheveled and their clothes were tattered and worn, each looking like a beggar

My name is Xiao Diao'er ? '' Yang Ning asked the man, staring at him.

"Beggar's Sect? Little Diao'er? Huize City?" Yang Ning raised his hand and pinched his own arm, feeling a sharp pain, his expression grew even more serious as he realized something, "Damn it, this... this is the rhythm of time travel?"

"Do you think I am going to die, so you want to drive this poor old man out of this shelter from the rain during this thunderstorm?" Yang Ning felt that his actions were absolutely justified. Looking at the bruised old bark, his voice turned cold, "Everyone come here and apologize to the old bark. If he forgives you, then this matter will be settled; otherwise...!"

The old tree bark's eyes were filled with joy as he reached out to touch Yang Ning. Yang Ning felt uncomfortable with an old beggar touching his body, but knowing that the other party meant it as a gesture of concern, he could not refuse. He could only feel the old tree bark's hands trembling slightly, his tone filled with care: "Little Mongoose, it's good that you've woken up, heaven has eyes..."

At Huai Ze City, the man immediately said: "More than one hundred miles to the north is the Huai River. Little... little weasel, do you... do you not remember? You came to the city half a year ago, and later you were taken in by Old Fang into the Beggars' Sect. Now you are also a disciple of the Beggars' Sect."

This ... ... ! '' The man glanced at the monkey, weighing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides in his mind, and then said: `` The monkey thinks you are going to die, forcing the old tree bark to roll out of the earth temple. Little marten ... ... this, this I cannot agree to, but if I do not comply, he will drive me out as well. ''

Upon seeing these individuals in tattered clothing, he was initially puzzled; it was only then that he realized his own attire was even worse than theirs, consisting of ragged garments that exposed large areas of his skin, which was marred with stains

"You too," the man kindly reminded, "we are all disciples of the Beggar's Sect." With a hint of sympathy in his eyes, he mustered the courage to ask, "Little Diao'er, have you... have you forgotten everything due to your illness?"

Yang Ning saw the other party extend a hand, and instinctively reached out with one of his own, grasping the opponent's wrist. Before the other party could react, he swiftly stepped forward, twisting the arm of the Beatle behind his back. He then pressed down hard on the upper arm, and a sharp "crack" echoed, followed immediately by the Beatle's anguished scream.

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

The elder who had been beaten, seeing Yang Ning like this, expressed concern: "Little Diao'er, what... what happened to you?"

Old tree bark, it is my wolfish heart and dog-like lungs, it is... it is my fault, you, my lord... my lord, do not hold a grudge against a petty person, forgive me this once...! After a few words were spoken, the monkey's forehead was already drenched in cold sweat

Yang Ning also ignored it, pointing at the monkey whose arm he had removed and said, "You, come here...!"

This form of unarmed combat is his forte; it requires little effort to disarm an opponent of one arm

Yang Ning felt a bit fatigued, but at this moment, she could not care less and coldly said: "A man should fight alone; what is the point of overwhelming the few with the many?"

The monkey spoke up, and the others no longer hesitated, coming over one after another, "Old tree bark, we... we were just momentarily confused, so please do not hold it against us. In the future... in the future, we will never dare to treat you this way again...!"

Yang Ning opened his eyes, and after clearly assessing the situation before him, made an irrevocable decision; he was ready to take action

Yang Ning said irritably: "Never mind what it means, let me ask you, that...!" She pointed at the guy who was still groaning while holding his shoulder and said, "Is he called Monkey? What idea did he come up with?"

In the midst of torrential rain, a flash of lightning, like a chain of fire, flickered and vanished beneath the dark night sky. Immediately following was the thunderous roar, akin to the collapse of heaven and earth, resounding across the land and shaking the very foundations of the world

Yang Ning smiled faintly, glanced down at the ground, and indeed found a wooden stick by her feet. With a flick of her foot, she picked up the stick and held it in her hand

With two sharp sounds, the wooden stick swung open. Yang Ning stepped aside and pulled one person over, delivering a heavy punch to the face of another. With a scorpion kick, he struck the groin of a different man. Both men let out a cry of pain; one collapsed to the ground clutching his leg, while the other dropped the wooden stick in his hand and raised his hand to cover his nose, which was bleeding profusely.

Yang Ning looked up ahead, where another man was staring blankly at this place while holding a wooden stick

The monkey's arm was dislocated, causing immense pain. At that moment, seeing Yang Ning staring coldly at him, he did not dare to disobey and moved in front of the old tree bark, lowering his head: "Old tree bark, I... I was wrong, you...!"

A man humbly inquires, "What does 'crossing over' mean?"

A young man with hair resembling that of a Beatle saw Yang Ning stand up unsteadily, his face clearly showing a look of surprise

He does not oppose fighting; in other words, he actually enjoys the feeling of his fists striking his opponent. However, he is most displeased by the act of many bullying the few. Whoever makes him unhappy, he will always find a way to make the other party even more unhappy

Although this voice did not achieve a shocking effect, it still caused those few individuals to stop what they were doing and turn around to look at him

The man glanced at several companions, his hand holding the wooden stick trembled slightly, and suddenly he threw the stick to the ground, forcing a smile as he said: "Little Weasel, I... I won't fight with you...!"

Yang Ning let out a cold laugh, and with a swift motion, he swung the wooden stick in his hand. During his years of military training, one of the skills he acquired was to use anything as a weapon. Although the two men charged at him fiercely, they were nothing in Yang Ning's eyes. If it weren't for his slight fatigue, he could easily defeat them even with his bare hands.

Stop!" Yang Ning shouted loudly, needing to seize the initiative to achieve a deterrent effect

Yang Ning turned her head and glanced at the Beatles, furrowing her brow as she realized something. She lowered her head to examine herself, and her complexion changed dramatically.

"Wait a moment!" Yang Ning exclaimed in shock, "Beggar's Sect? What do you mean by that?" Glancing at the clothing of the few people, his heart sank, "Are you saying that you are all beggars?"

This hand... is clearly not my own. Although it has some calluses similar to mine, this hand is noticeably smaller than my own hands.

This somewhat stiff and fatigued body, after a bit of activity, has surprisingly become much more comfortable

The man immediately nodded

The person before me appears to be in their forties or fifties, with a frail physique. Their collar is open, revealing a gaunt and emaciated chest, with prominent bones and clearly visible ribs

What place is this? Yang Ning asked the second question

Now that I still have a stick in hand, there is naturally no reason to be at a disadvantage

Yang Ning suddenly looked up and waved at the man whom she had never hit before. The man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately approached with a sense of unease.

With a loud shout, two men swung wooden sticks from the left and right, striking down towards Yang Ning.

Yang Ning's legs went weak, and he sat down abruptly, feeling dazed in his mind

Yang Ning, in shock, touched his own face with both hands. He was very familiar with the contours of his face, but this was clearly not his own face. This face was much thinner than his, and the angles seemed not to have fully developed, which was completely different from his original face that had very distinct angles and even a slight three-dimensional quality.

Land Temple? Yang Ning couldn't help but glance around once more, secretly thinking how constrained this Land Deity must feel. "How did I end up here? You mentioned the west of the city... which city is this?"

"Little Weasel, you... you are alive again?" A voice filled with surprise and joy rang out as the man, who was being beaten by several people, lifted his head. His bruised and battered appearance could not conceal the look of astonishment on his face.

"Little Weasel?" Yang Ning was taken aback; this was the second time he had heard this term. "What little weasel?" He couldn't help but take a couple of steps forward with the wooden stick in hand

He looked around, and this was an extremely dim place, with mottled walls surrounding him. A pile of bonfire was nearby, and from above came the crackling sounds. Yang Ning looked up and saw that the roof was thatched with straw, and there were many gaps, with rain leaking through in several places.

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

Selling cakes

The Beatles let out a cry, their arm went limp and fell down, while the other hand pressed against their shoulder, cold sweat broke out on their forehead, and their face instantly turned pale

Yang Ning shook his head, finding his opponent to be utterly lacking in challenge, which rendered his sense of achievement nearly nonexistent

Yang Ning is currently unconcerned with whether heaven has eyes or not; he is only focused on the nature of his current living environment

The sound emitted lacks the imposing and powerful presence one might imagine; instead, it is weak and feeble

The man was taken aback, and seeing Yang Ning still pointing the stick at him, he immediately said pitifully, "Little Weasel, this... this is not my idea, I... I was also forced...!" He raised his hand to point at the Beatles, whose arm Yang Ning had dislocated, "It... it was the monkey, it was all the monkey's idea...!"

Yang Ning confirmed that he was dreaming, but this dream seemed too vivid.