Take the system to ancient times

"...Xiao Langjun...wake up...why are you lying down...but is it hot..." Xinghe felt someone pushing and pushing him, and then he seemed to be picked up and put down and sat down leaning against a big tree, with a soothing feeling A cool breeze blows.

After a while, Xinghe opened his eyes, and in front of him was a man in his 30s, who was fanning him with a straw hat.

This man has messy hair tied into a bun with a straw rope on the top of his head, and he is dressed in burlap short clothes. There is a big bamboo basket beside him, and there are a few fat big fish strung together with straw ropes in the basket. He looks like an ancient image.

Seeing that Xinghe opened his mouth and stared wide-eyed and watched him not speak, the man touched his forehead and found no fever, thinking that he hadn't recovered yet, he spoke to him in a good voice: "Why is Mr. Xiao Lang lying alone on the outskirts of the city? Are you an adult? Fortunately, uncle took a shortcut and came across you, there are wolves in the suburbs..."

Xinghe yelled in his heart, didn't I have a car accident? At the same time, he wondered if this was a TV show or a time-travel or a time-travel, and what the hell is Xiao Langjun called!

The state of chaos in my mind is similar to when I was struck by lightning and found out that I still have the Wanhua skill.

The man had a strange accent and couldn't tell what dialect it was from. If a modern person from the 21st century came to listen to it, he would think it was a foreign language of some small language, but Xinghe understood it.

Whether you can understand or not, even though your mouth is stuttering, it has the same strange accent as this uncle: "Well, I...I...shouldn't have been hit by a...car to death?"

When Xinghe opened his mouth, he was sure that he must have time-traveled, and his accent was strange, but his voice was thin and tender, the voice of a child who had not yet reached the voice change period.

Help!What the hell is wrong with me!

When the man heard Xinghe said that he was hit by a car, he was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "How could someone be so unconscionable that he hit a young man like you and threw him to the suburbs to feed the wolves instead of telling the doctor to see him?" The straw hat in the man's hand slapped twice fiercely, and the sudden strong wind blew Xinghe's hair up and down, just blocking it in front of his eyes.

Where did the hair come from!Isn't Lao Tzu an inch!

Xinghe grabbed the hair in front of his eyes and pulled it hard: "It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts..."

Xinghe hopped his feet in pain, tears came out of his eyes.After jumping up, I realized that I had really turned into a child, standing up straight up to the man's thigh at most, and jumping up was not as high as his chest.

Did Lao Tzu’s height of 185 grow in vain in his previous life? Can he still grow up in this ancient world QAQ? !

The man looked at Xinghe who was bouncing in pain, embarrassed and happy, stretched out a big hand and pressed Xinghe's head hard twice: "It seems that your body is fine, sir, but did you get hit on the head? "

Xinghe glared at the man angrily, as if anyone can't see it, do you think I'm stupid?

Xinghe finally accepted the fact (that he might never grow to 185 again), and looked down at himself in a white robe with wide sleeves, covered with a layer of leather armor that was completely unsuitable for summer, it looked familiar...

Seeing that Xinghe finally calmed down, the man lowered his head as if he was very depressed (not really), and lightly touched the top of his head: "Where is Xiao Lang from?"

Xinghe froze all of a sudden: "I...I am...um..."

The man was also a little confused: "You don't remember? Then you still remember your name..."

"Remember, it's called Xinghe."

"Apart from the name? Where did you come from, where did you go, how many people in the family, how many acres of land per person, how many cows in the field, do you remember?"

"...I don't know, uncle, your surname is Yan Family Xingliu?"

"Uncle's surname is Zhao, he is the eldest in the family. Did you really hit your head..."

"..." It's not that you learned Yan Xiaoliu's lines... Forget it, let's just treat it as a bump in the head, there is no other explanation anyway.

"Uncle will take you to see a doctor in the city. Dr. Zhao of Herentang is my uncle, and he will give you a discount for seeing a doctor."

The man held Xinghe's hand and walked along a path, "Can you walk? How about uncle carrying you?"

Looking at the big basket the man was holding, Xinghe shook his head: "No, I'm fine. Why don't you take the big road over there? It's smooth."

Xinghe pointed to the continent paved with bluestone slabs not far along the path.

This path is a dirt road, and people come and go, all of them are people in sackcloth.The avenue paved with stone slabs not far away was deserted, and Xinghe walked for a long time only to see a richly decorated ox cart passing by.

This doll is really stupid.The man gave Xinghe a sympathetic look,

"That's the official way, only noble gentlemen can leave. If we leave, we will be arrested."

"..."

When they arrived at the gate of the city, the man led Xinghe to line up at the gate of the city.The officers and soldiers guarding the city gate looked at the basket in the man's hand, saw that there were only a few fish, and let them go with a wave.

Xinghe asked: "Don't you need to collect city fees?"

The man looked at Xinghe again with great compassion, and said, "Since Mr. Ren became prime minister, the entire Yong Dynasty did not collect money from the city."

"..."

The man led Xinghe to the entrance of Herentang, and there was a cloth curtain hanging in front of the pharmacy, with three large characters on it, Xinghe didn't know any of them.

Xiaozhuan!

Help!I am illiterate!

After greeting the gray-bearded old doctor of Herentang, the man told about Xinghe's tragic life experience of "hit by a car and then thrown to the suburbs to feed wolves. After waking up, he forgot everything except his name", and he was filled with righteous indignation.

The old doctor also sighed and said, "It's only our fault that Caicheng is remote. Otherwise, since Ren Gong served as the prime minister, who would dare to be so blatant? If it is closer to Yijing where Ren Gong sits, Even noble gentlemen would not dare."

The man answered yes again and again, and the guy listening on the side also nodded: "Isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, the old doctor stroked his long beard with one hand and checked Xinghe's pulse with the other. He asked Xinghe about his diagnosis, and occasionally chatted with the man about the seventh boy his wife just gave birth to him. At the end, he shook his head and said, "You are fine, a healthy little calf. It seems that if you can't remember the past, you may be suffering from the disease of leaving the soul. You can only prescribe a prescription to soothe the nerves, and then take it slowly, and you may remember it someday. Immediate cure is not enough. There is no medicine for this disease Yes, there is no medicine."

Erkangshou, the villain in Xinghe: No, I think I can still be saved... No, I'm not sick at all!

The old doctor finished reading a prescription and told the man to go to the back room to get the medicine.The man touched his pocket first, then touched his head with a hey smile, told the old doctor to sell the fish first, and told Xinghe to wait in the pharmacy before going out.

The old doctor shook his head and looked at the man's back and smiled: "This boy, he is so big and so unsteady." He told Xinghe to sit down, and then counted out dozens of copper coins. .”

The clerk let out a groan and was about to go in, Xinghe quickly grabbed the clerk's clothes and asked the old doctor, "I just need to cultivate myself, I don't necessarily have to take medicine, right? You just said I'm like a calf!"

The old doctor smiled kindly: "Your Majesty is in good health, but you still need to drink medicine if you hit your head. It's best not to run these few days and get more rest."

The man took out the clothes in Xinghe's hand and was about to leave. Xinghe was in a hurry. Although his body was small, he was a strong man in his 20s. He just heard that the man's family had just added something, and he seemed to be very poor. What's more, he knows that he is not really sick, how can he ask the man to spend such unjust money?Immediately, he grabbed the buddy and refused to let him go, but unfortunately he was too young to hold him back.

Xinghe shouted anxiously: "Anyway, I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine! I... I'm leaving!" After speaking, he ran out of the drugstore.

Then Xinghe heard a woman's voice saying "Learn Jianghu Qinggong" next to his ear, and he lost his strength in surprise.

Then, he discovered that he was in the room!

As soon as Xinghe's legs gave way, he lay down on the roof of the house.

Help!What the hell was that person talking just now!

Then!What's wrong with me, old man!

As soon as Xinghe ran out, the old doctor behind him chased after him, still shouting: "Hey, you little man, why don't you take medicine if you get hit on the head... Hey, where is he?" Pedestrians still chimed in: "Just now I seemed to see a shadow running fast, and then... Then it seemed to go to the sky?"

Xinghe lay on his stomach with limp legs, wondering why he had gone to the sky, and after thinking and thinking, he finally realized, probably, maybe he brought Jianwangsan's skills over again?

No wonder the clothes on his body look so familiar, isn't this a set in Jiansan Zhengtai's novice costume.

Xinghe played a martial art in Jiansanli, and built two characters, one Wanhua Zhengtai and the other Wanhua Chengmao. This outfit seems to be the novice outfit that Wanhua Zhengtai chose when building Wanhua Zhengtai.Xinghe touched his hairstyle, the shoulder-length younger sister's head, with a bunch of dull hair standing on top of his head, was exactly the initial hairstyle chosen for Zhengtai.

In this way, it was the system's notification sound that reminded me to learn Jianghu Qinggong just now.

Super cheat get√

In my previous life, I didn't know great lightness skills, only small lightness skills in the Wanhua skill panel in my mind.And there is no skill panel in the mind of this body, but Daqinggong is used naturally.

Xinghe thought it might be due to the body of the game character that crossed over, but being able to use Daqinggong means that he can use other skills, as well as the notification sound. Maybe he will bring the entire Sword Three system with him in this life. Anyway, it is a good thing .

It's so good hahahahahaha.

The most important thing now is to see if there is a brush in the backpack, Xinghe thought about the backpack silently.

no response.

Next, try reading it: "backpack".

no response.

"B" [the shortcut key for the backpack in the game]

no response.

"Mission! Map! Friends! Skills! System!"

"ESC!!!"

"........."

Forget it, without a system, at best, it would be less convenient, and if you really have one, you might have to worry about being found out like in the previous life.If he was found to be using skills in his previous life, he might be sent to the research institute, but in this life, he might be considered a monster and be burned to death.

At times like this, just smile. TVT.

The man who went out to sell fish over there soon came back and was shocked when he found that Xinghe was gone. The old doctor told him the whole story: "That Xiaolang ran very fast, and the neighbors said that he went straight to the sky after running out, could it be..."

The roof where Xinghe is located is not far from Herentang, and this body has sharp ears and eyes, and can hear the conversation between the two of them clearly.Xinghe was very worried that he would be mistaken for a monster. Hearing the old doctor's half-pause, he nervously grabbed the tiles under him.

Then the man answered: "Ah, is Mr. Xiao Lang a warrior? It's no wonder that those who were bumped suffered from the disease of leaving the soul, and there were no other injuries on their bodies."

Don't you think he's a monster?That's great.

The old doctor over there asked again: "Even warriors are nothing more than little boys with long hair. How could they not be injured at all after being hit like this? Could it be that they lied to you!"

The man shook his head: "No, no, not to mention what our farmer has to gain, uncle doesn't know, that Xiao Lang was so stupid when he just woke up, I thought some idiot got lost. The one who came to the city On the way, he didn't even know the official way, and when he entered the city gate, he asked why he didn't collect money from the city. He had served as the prime minister for seven years, and the man didn't seem to be so old, so why would he ask such words? I used to think that he would be surprised when he lost his memory, but now that I think about it, if I hadn’t seen money collected at the gate of the city before, I had a vague impression, how could I ask such a thing?”

The man paused, stomped his feet and sighed: "Hey! He has seen the money collected into the city. He is probably from Xiliang. There was a drought in the border city of Xiliang, and many refugees came to our Dayong. That Xiaolang may have followed his family. The refugee who came over, somehow encountered something and was separated from his family. He can’t remember anything now, and he is in a foreign country. Even if he has some martial arts, how can a child live? I was still thinking, why not just send him Take it home and count it as an adopted child."

The old doctor sighed and said: "That's what you say, but the border city of Xiliang is suffering from drought, and our Xiacai is so close to the border city of Xiliang, so this year's harvest will not be good. If it weren't for Ren Gong's wiseness and the court's timely relief, I'm afraid you and I will bother." I went to beg together. Now that the seventh boy in your family has just been born, and the eldest son is still practicing martial arts, how can you afford him?"

The man Nuonuo said: "There is always a way, can he be so hungry that he becomes a young man?"

The old doctor stared: "You can support him, but you can't afford another warrior. That little man is so good at lightness kung fu, and his bones are so much better than your eldest son, can you afford to pay for two?" Can't a child who practices martial arts succeed?"

The man finally stopped talking.