"Da Da ......"

Another series of horses' hooves came to everyone's ears, and several majestic tall horses galloped forward.

With a neighing of horses, several majestic and tall horses stopped in front of everyone.

A young man with big ears and a beard jumped off a white horse led by him.

He hurried to the little girl, and while looking nervous to check on the little girl's condition, he asked the little girl one after another. Seeing that the little girl kept shaking her head, he breathed a long sigh of relief, hugged her tightly, and then stroked her head with his hand, closed his eyes, and kept thinking about it.

Behind the white horse was a black horse, followed by four red horses.

At this moment five men came down from their horses. The first one is a young man in black, his eyebrows are in the sideburns, his eyes are like cold stars, his eyes are deep and slightly gloomy, the bridge of his nose is high, his lips are slightly thin, his body is slender, and he looks heroic and extraordinary.

The other four are all dressed in the same Tsing Yi warrior attire, all with sharp swords at their waists, and they are all only about twenty-one or twelve years old, all of them have sharp eyes, vigorous steps, and fierce momentum, like four fierce falcons.

Seeing the young man with a beard hugging the girl tightly, his mouth kept thinking, and there was a little more smile in the deep and sharp eyes of the young man in black.

He said something to the bearded young man, who glanced at him, shook his head with a wry smile and replied.

I saw that he suddenly let go of the little girl, his face was solemn, and he was about to scold her a few words, but he was looked at by her big eyes, but in the end he still didn't give up his heart. I had to whisper a few words and reveal it.

The child who was with Zhang Teng at first, when he saw the young man in black, shouted timidly like a mouse seeing a cat. The young man in black also noticed him, raised his eyebrows, and asked expressionlessly. The child immediately lowered his head and did not speak. The friends who were with him were the same, all of them were silent.

Seeing this, the black-clothed young man's face sank, and he asked again, and the child's face turned red, with a look of shame, and he squirmed his lips and couldn't speak.

The young man in black looked at the other children and asked him, and one of them was startled and immediately replied to him. The child also stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Teng, who was looking to check his injuries on the side, and the other children also nodded.

On the other side, the young man with a beard picked up the little girl and said something to her.

Almost at the same time, she said in a soft voice, and at the same time pointed her finger at Zhang Teng.

The young man in black and the bearded young man were stunned. The two looked at each other, and both of them looked surprised and seemed a little incredulous.

They moved their gazes again and looked at Zhang Teng in unison, their eyes burning as if they wanted to see Zhang Teng through completely.

The child in front of him, about six or seven years old, with shaggy and messy hair, dirty face, ragged clothes, and a dark and thin body, looked like a starving ghost at first glance, and there was nothing unusual about it.

However, the calm and calm expression, the bright and sharp eyes, and the delicate dagger with a faint reflection of cold light on his waist could not make people ignore his special existence.

Here, Zhang Teng saw that his right elbow joint was red, swollen and deformed, and he felt that he couldn't move, and it hurt badly when he moved. knew that things were not good, and couldn't help but blurt out at the moment: "Damn, dislocated." Things are a little troublesome. ”

The one-word bearded man put down the little girl, walked up to Zhang Teng, and said a word to him.

Zhang Teng raised his head, pointed his left finger at himself, then at his ear, and then at the other party's mouth, and then waved his hand and shook his head.

"I don't understand you. Zhang Teng said, pointing to his elbow again, "My arm is dislocated, please help me reset it." ”

Obviously, the comprehension ability of adults is quite high. The one-word bearded man understood what Zhang Teng meant, he nodded, smiled slightly, grabbed his arm and arm, and helped him catch it with a click.

But the next scene completely changed Zhang Teng's worldview.

I saw the bearded man grabbing Zhang Teng's wrist with his left hand, the middle finger of his right hand, the index finger of his right hand, and the two fingers together, the white light shining on his fingertips, and he pressed Zhang Teng's wrist and wiped it smoothly at the elbow joint.

Zhang Teng only felt a tingling heat coming from the other party's fingertips, scratching the injured joint, and all the pain disappeared completely. The originally red and swollen elbow joint has actually recovered as before, as if it has never been injured!

What kind of thaumaturgy is that? Human fingers actually glow? Can also make injuries heal in an instant? Zhang Teng's eyes widened with a look of surprise.

But after being surprised, his heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable sadness.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhang Teng suddenly made an unbelievable move.

He actually slapped himself a few hard times with his backhand, and a hot pain came from his face, making the world in front of him more and more real.

Zhang Teng didn't look at everyone in front of him, but looked at his dry and thin dirty hands, and slowly clenched his fists.

He looked up at the sky, familiar and unfamiliar with it.

Since he woke up, Zhang Teng's heart has been filled with uncomfortable feelings, a strange sense of detachment. And after seeing the bearded man heal his injuries with thaumaturgy, he became more and more unfamiliar with this world.

Maybe it's not the earth, maybe it's ancient, the man who healed me is an immortal cultivator? He thinks it's all ridiculous.

I want to laugh, but I can't.

I want to cry, but I can't.

In either case, Zhang Teng only knew that he would never go back. Parents, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends, everything related to him was cut off from life. Dreams and pursuits are all in vain. All promises and vows are gone.

Death is not terrible. The terrible thing is that to live and bear the feeling of death. Forget it, it's already in the past, it's all in the past......

Zhang Teng took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath. Two lives as a human being, although the turbulent tide of life and death is long overdue, it is only now that it can be passed, and it is finally in the past.

At this time, the bearded man spoke to Zhang Teng in another tone, as if asking about his strange behavior.

It's a pity that Zhang Teng didn't understand. However, even if he did, he would not explain it to the other party. If you tell these ridiculous and strange things to others, others may not believe them, and even treat you as a psychopath.

The young man in black who was standing on the side also walked over when he saw that Yizihu couldn't communicate with Zhang Teng. He used several languages in turn, trying to talk to Zhang Teng, but in the end he failed. The two looked at each other, shook their heads with a wry smile, and after chatting a few words, they had to give up.

So, the bearded man got on the horse with the little girl in his arms and left first. The other adults led the horses and left with the children from earlier.

Before leaving, the bearded man untied an embroidered bag from his waist and stuffed it into Zhang Teng's hand.

The inside of the embroidered bag is hard and heavy, and I don't know what it is.

After everyone walked away, Zhang Teng opened it to take a look, only to see a few small pale yellow stones in the embroidery bag.

The small stone is translucent, a bit like a rain flower stone, but it is not a goose-oval, but square, as if it was cut artificially.

"What is this? sugar?"

Zhang Teng was puzzled, took out a piece and licked it, and then spat and spit.

It doesn't smell like sugar, it's the real thing. What did the other party do with the rocks? This thing can't be eaten.

He was a little confused, but he didn't throw it away, but put it in his arms and wrapped it around his clothes.

Although these stones are not edible, the other party gave them in an embroidery bag, which obviously has some use. Therefore, Zhang Teng decided to keep it for now, maybe it will be useful in the future.

As it turned out, Zhang Teng's move was very wise.

Because these stones are really not ordinary stones, it is not only a hard currency comparable to gold, but also a unique mineral resource. And in this world, gold is far less valuable than it. It is much more versatile than gold, and it is also a consumable like oil.

Its name is: Lingyu.

However, when Zhang Teng knew its value, it was already three years later.

During this period, it took him three months to slowly understand the language of the people around him. It took more than half a year to study and barely communicate with others, and in the end, it took almost a year and a half to study hard before I could speak fluently and integrate into this strange society.

The body of a six- or seven-year-old child, if it were not for the soul of an adult stationed in it, to live alone in this world for two years is simply a fool's dream.

Zhang Teng can't remember how many times he fell asleep hungry and how many times he was woken up hungry at night. He couldn't remember how many ways he thought about food, how many bumpy and rugged roads he walked, how many abuses he received, how many bullies, and how many injuries he suffered.

Since he stepped out of the deep forest, he has received very little and limited help around him.

Basically, he relied on his previous knowledge and experience to survive with a weak body.

For him, the environment is not much better now than it was when he first arrived.

He was nothing more than a small jungle to another, bigger jungle. And this bigger jungle is the jungle of humanity. It is more brutal and complex, dangerous and full of uncertainty.

It is true that he walked out of the vast deep forest and came to the crowded villages and countryside. However, the inhabitants of these populated places are not all kind and enthusiastic.

In the seemingly peaceful and peaceful villages, deeper are deceit, bullying, and intrigue.

They are more indifferent and savage, brave and ruthless, cunning and selfish, and harmful to others and self-interested.

There are not no simple and kind villagers, but most of them are cowardly and poor, hungry and poor, and poorly clothed.

Because they are the lowest group of people, they are heavily oppressed and exploited by the middle and upper class rulers.

This is the real world, a world that relies on fists to speak.

Wherever there are people, there is strife.

The world before Zhang Teng was like this, and so was this world.

Fighting seems to be in human nature and has not changed for thousands of years.

This seems to be a no-brainer.

As the so-called survival of the fittest, natural selection.

The difference is that the battle in this land called the "Tianyuan Continent" is more intense, more bloody and cruel than Zhang Teng's previous world, and there is no cover in the slightest.