Chapter 112 Awakening of the Great Dream

When Yang Huang opened his eyes, he was surrounded by people. These people were old and young, some showed regret, some showed sympathy in their eyes, and several bold children took willow branches picked up from the ground, poked around Yang Huang's body, and were chased away by adults, and then ran away with a smile.

"This is the third of the week!" At this time, I only heard an aunt say, "The first two are not killed, but this body is still hot. Maybe it can recover!"

An old man answered: "I have heard that it is the officers and soldiers who are fighting a plan to spread the enemy's water. A dam was built upstream, and the dam between the two sides were also destroyed a few days ago. The victory was won, but hundreds of villages downstream suffered. It is said that no one got a letter in order to keep it secret, and all of them were killed in it.

"Then this boy is also fortune-telling!" A poor scholar with a slightly sharp voice shook the wine pot in his hand. I'm afraid there is only half a pot of wine in the wine pot, which is shaken. My number of knives will be cheaper for him today!

As he spoke, he saw the poor scholar open the gourd plug. First, he smelled it greedily, and then licked the wine stained on the gourd with his tongue. Then he carefully opened Yang Huang's mouth at the urging of everyone. Looking at the burning knife flowing into Yang Huang's mouth like a trickle.

The expression of the poor scholar is as if someone is cutting his flesh. I'm afraid he can't wait to lie on the ground now. The person who is going to die is himself.

said that Yang Huang had already woken up, but he could not control his body alone. It seems that the soul and body have been disconnected. This made him feel a little panicked. Fortunately, the people around him were still friendly and flowed into his throat with the spicy **.

Yang Huang only felt that a flame seemed to be directly stringed from his throat to his stomach. This feeling reminded him of the first time he condensed the fire elixir under the supervision of Xiang Han. That feeling is similar to what it is now. Yang Huang couldn't help laughing when he was clumsy and almost self-defeating.

With this smile, Yang Huang suddenly jumped up by the spicy knife, and his hands and feet regained strength in an instant. Immediately turned over and coughed loudly.

"I'm alive!" The crowd around immediately burst into cheers. At this time, I don't know who threw a broken blanket and put it on Yang Huang.

Yang Huang felt that his body gradually warmed up, and then asked weakly, "Where is this?"

"Kid, there's something like you!" The poor scholar licked and licked his gourd mouth: "You haven't thanked me for your lifesaver yet. Do you want to ask questions so quickly and run away?"

Yang Huang couldn't help smiling bitterly and quickly arched his hand to the people around him and said, "Thank you for your help, and thank you for your wine. Just please tell me where this is? As soon as Yang Huang entered the water, the huge water pressure directly fainted. Naturally, I don't know how far I have been washed out of the water, but the people here have no cultivation at all, because they should be a secular town. I just don't know which sect sheltered from.

"It's almost there!" The poor scholar drank the last sip of wine in the wine pot, strove his mouth, tasted it, and then said, "Listen, this is Hengjiang City!"

As soon as Hengjiang's three words came out, Yang Huang only felt the alarm clock buzzing. Hengjiang City? Hengjiang City!" Yang Huang muttered, "How could I come here? This is too ridiculous. You know, he is in the world of cultivation, three thousand feet underground. Now it has been washed into the Hengjiang City in the human world. You don't have to think about it at all. There must be something fishy!"

"Xuanying!" Thinking of this, Yang Huang quickly called Xuanying to ask what had happened during his fainting period. But at Yang Huang's call, Xuan Ying never responded.

"Oh, what a pity!" At this time, the previous aunt wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Son, you don't have to shout. We only saw you, that Xuanying, who may have been washed away by the water!"

Hearing the aunt's comfort, Yang Huang almost fell to the ground. It seems a little unbelievable. Just now, he obviously used his mind to call in the sea of knowledge. How can this aunt know what he is thinking?

Thinking of Yang Huang's subconscious finger, as expected, the storage ring was nowhere to be found. When he used his mind to mobilize his mind, he found that there was no spiritual power in his body. Whether it is Lingyan or Yangmai living in his body, the body of the golden demon he has cultivated, all disappeared without a trace.

"Child, don't think too much. You have to recover your body first!" At this time, a strong man came over: "I think you are helpless now. Why don't you go back to the barracks with me as a recruiter first? Sign a short-term contract at any time, leave at any time, settle the wages on a day, and have a place to settle down first!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yang Huang was slightly stunned, and a shocked look appeared on his face. Because he is too familiar with this voice: "Uncle Luo?" Yang Huang only felt that his throat was itchy and vaguely called out a name.

The strong man touched the stubble on his face and laughed, "Yes, it's true that you are only fourteen or fifteen years old. It's true to call me an uncle. Well, come with me!"

"That's right!" The aunt also said quickly, "Although there are wars everywhere now, there is no war in Hengjiang City. There will be no danger if you go to the army. When there is no war, it's not too late for you to go back to your relatives!"

As soon as the aunt opened her mouth, everyone also thought the proposal was good and began to persuade her. Now the war outside Hengjiang City has spread to the whole secular world, but no one has come to attack this Hengjiang City for a long time, and the city is still a peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing.

So the people in the city still have great enthusiasm for a "refuge" who has been exiled here. Yang Huang listened to the sound of seven tongues around him and felt that his head was buzzing and almost exploded. I had to nod quickly: "Listen to the uncle's arrangement!"

"That's good, that's good!" The uncle laughed and said, "Although it is not a peaceful year now, it is even more difficult to find a volunteer soldier in Hengjiang City. You have also helped me a lot when you entered my camp!" With that, the strong man took out a corner of silver from his arms and threw it to the poor scholar and said, "Thank you for your wine. Now he is mine. If you save him, you will be kind to me. Take this corner of silver and make a pot of bar!"

The poor scholar was about to attack when he saw that he was still silver. He thought that the other party was insulting him, but after listening to the strong man's explanation, he couldn't help but let go and immediately went to drink happily. As soon as the scholar left, the whole crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Yang Huang and the strong man in the venue.

"What is the year now?" Seeing that the crowd was getting farther and farther away, Yang Huang finally asked.

The strong man looked at Yang Huang curiously and couldn't help muttering in his heart. How can you ask this question? Isn't it that the water has entered the brain and become a fool? However, he still replied: "Now in the 5010th year of the Yanyang calendar, but the Yanhuang Dynasty has been destroyed. In the future, we will all follow the Eastern Regions and implement the Eastern Calendar. Don't remember this correctly. And my name is Luo Liang. You can call me Uncle Luo in the future!"

"Yes!" Yang Huang nodded calmly and followed Luo Liang in the direction of the barracks. In fact, Yang Huang is very familiar with this road. 5010 was the day when Hengjiang City was almost broken. At the beginning, Luo Liang was also kind-hearted to let him eat official food in the barracks, at least there was a place to settle down. But a week later, the armies that had been wandering around Hengjiang City suddenly gathered to attack the city. Unprepared, Hengjiang City was severely damaged. The recruitment of soldiers like Yang Huang, who could have left at any time, was also forcibly converted into a formal army. He began his three-year service career and was not thrown out until his foot was broken by a boulder.

Luo Liang fought for Yang Huang's reason and asked for compensation. He was also severely beaten by the officer. Soon after, he died. Because of Luo Liang's disturbance, the grain salary that originally belonged to Yang Huang was also forcibly avoided, allowing Yang Huang to survive and die.

This time, it will happen in the next three years. At this time, I look at the familiar back in front of me. Yang Huang couldn't help but be in a trance. Is the experience in the so-called world of cultivation all the illusions he saw when he was dying in the water? That illusion is too realistic!

Thinking about it, Yang Huang clenched his fist, and the feeling of gaining strength was really good. Fortunately, Yang Huang would rather die in that dream than wake up.

However, this was just his daydreaming idea. Yang Huang only felt that it was dark in front of him, and it turned out to be a mass of things to catch head-on. Yang Huang quickly tried to reach out to block it, but found that his body was not controlled at all. He had to see the dark shadow hit his face, and his hands just shook.

"It's too slow!" Yang Huang couldn't help shaking his head, bent down to pick up the group of things, shook it slightly, and found that it was actually a set of khaki military uniforms, with a big soldier's written on his chest and back.

This is the special military uniform for recruitment, and recruitment does not enter the military. Work for a day, take a little, and leave at any time if you don't. It's similar to mercenaries, but generally only do some heavy hard work and don't kill the enemy. It is the preferred place for homeless people and beggars who have hands and feet but are displaced. They are treated here more than the goods on the dock.

"Put it on!" Luo Liang came over with a teapot in his hand and said while drinking, "Put on this dress, you are mine. If you work with me honestly in the future, I will never treat you badly. Come with me now and I'll take you to register!"

Looking at the military uniform in his hand and the recruitment camp that has lived in his memory for three years, Yang Huang couldn't help crying and laughing. What's going on? Is it really just a dream?