Chapter 855: Chapter One

"When I woke up... the whole world changed." Mumbling in his mouth, Bai Lang curled up and looked at the scene around him. That's right, he didn't recognize the scene at all, he didn't even know where he was—logically speaking, he should be swinging around freely in front of his computer, it was a rare day off—but what was going on with this broken temple and the smelly straw? And what was going on with this broken, smelly clothing on his body?

His situation seemed to be a little beggar? The problem was what was going on? Bai Lang stood up and confirmed that he had indeed become a child, but fortunately, he was still a boy, and his hands and feet were intact and hadn't been "mutilated for begging." He prepared to go to the door to see, anyway, there was no one else around. The scene he saw confirmed the fact that Bai Lang had traveled through time—actually, just his current situation was enough to prove it. For some reason, he came here, and his physical age had become younger, which was enough to prove the existence of supernatural power.

The situation in front of him was that outside this broken temple was a field, and the background was rolling mountains. There was no one on the big road, but there were people working in the fields.

Just when Bai Lang didn't know what to do, a little beggar ran over from outside, "Still not going quickly! Today the Changle Gang is opening a charity hall, recruiting small servants. Do you want to sit here and starve to death? Still not going quickly with me." This little beggar was a head taller than Bai Lang, and his appearance was quite firm—but that was probably because he was thin, making his eyes look bigger. Bai Lang was pulled by this person and was taken running involuntarily.

While running, Bai Lang really couldn't remember the name of the person in front of him, "Isn't it said that soul travel should integrate memories? Looking at this person's tone and appearance, it doesn't look like a stranger, he must be very familiar with me, right? Could it be flesh travel? Replacing someone who looks exactly like me?" However, it was best not to let his imagination run wild while running. Bai Lang immediately stepped on empty air and was about to roll forward.

Instinctively, he began to adjust his center of gravity. To Bai Lang's surprise, his movements to adjust his center of gravity were both fast and good. After stepping on empty air, the foot that stepped on empty air immediately exerted force out of thin air, stepping forward and landing firmly, while the foot behind also followed the pace. As for the moving center of gravity, it was completed by swinging his arms to return again. This was the level of a gymnast. Bai Lang also knew that if it were the office waste he was before he traveled, he would definitely not be able to do it, and he would definitely have to do a dog-eating-shit move.

However, after such a thing, Bai Lang didn't dare to think too much, first take care of running to the place—at this time, he discovered another good thing, that is, his rapid running actually had steady breathing, and didn't start pulling the bellows... If it were the office waste who didn't work hard in the past, he should be lying on the ground panting like a dog now.

This round of rapid running was directly running for half an hour. While Bai Lang was surprised at his current physical fitness, he also looked at this guy beside him with strange eyes. This person actually didn't pant or stop his feet after running this journey, just as if this face wasn't thin to death from malnutrition. "Perhaps there is really something miraculous here, but I forgot what he said about the Changle Gang... Could it be that there is so-called martial arts here? Changle Gang, Changle Gang? Could it be the world of Ode to Gallantry?" Speaking of the Changle Gang, where else could he think of? Wasn't it the world of Ode to Gallantry?

On the small drill ground in front, there were children everywhere, there were little beggars like him, and naturally there were children from ordinary families with relatively clean clothes. Now they were all looking at a table in front, and no one was sitting behind the table yet, but it was estimated that they would sign up here later. Bai Lang only remembered to touch himself, but he found a small metal plate worn by a dirty-colored thread that couldn't see the color on his neck—not gold or silver, it was a small copper piece.

The copper plate was very small, about half the length of his finger. In Bai Lang's view, this thing was like a dog tag one size smaller, and there were winding lines and characters on it, which seemed to be some kind of seal script, but now Bai Lang couldn't distinguish—first, it was relatively dirty, and second, he really couldn't understand seal script. Just when he was studying the dog tag, a voice spread throughout the square—this voice was not very loud, but it seemed to echo in his ears. According to the martial arts books he had read, Bai Lang believed that this was the performance of martial arts internal force reaching its peak.

As a result, he saw a man dressed as a master bringing eight big men lined up. The master was already sitting on a chair, and it was just this master who was speaking. "Everyone here is in ancient costumes, and I don't know what dynasty it is—it wasn't written in Ode to Gallantry, anyway, it's definitely not the Tang Dynasty." Bai Lang thought, and what the master said was to let everyone be quiet, and start lining up, no need to worry, they would start testing after registering one by one.

The test was naturally done by those eight big men. The so-called test was also simple, just touch the joints of these children and pinch the muscles—at least that's what Bai Lang saw. The line had already reached Bai Lang. He walked to the table, "Name?" The master raised his head and looked into his eyes. Bai Lang couldn't see any expression in the other's eyes, only feeling very dazzling, making him have to lower his head slightly, "Bai Lang," he said.

The master wrote like flying, directly writing these two words. It seemed that there was no difference in the characters here, "Age?" Bai Lang was suddenly confused. How did he know his age? He was almost thirty years old before he traveled, but did this body look like thirty years old? Fortunately, Bai Lang's brain was fast and reacted quickly. He estimated his height and immediately reported an age of "twelve years old."

Although he lowered his head, Bai Lang could still feel the X-ray-like eyes sizing him up and down. According to the situation of martial arts experts, it couldn't be ruled out that the other party was using internal force to sense his situation—who let this master look like a master, master, master? The other party made an "Hmm" sound. Bai Lang could still see the other party writing the two words "twelve" with his lowered eyes, but there were no problems afterwards. A big man directly lifted Bai Lang and touched his bones up and down.

"No hidden injuries, tendons and bones are complete, and there is no trace of broken bones healing." The big man's hands were very fast, and he touched Bai Lang's bones in a few breaths—anyway, the focus was on the spine and limbs. This was Bai Lang passing. Next, it was just bathing and changing clothes. This time Bai Lang didn't go with the little beggar who dragged him—speaking of which, he didn't even know the other party's name, but the other party also passed.

After changing clothes and getting the number plate, this Bai Lang became the lowest-level small servant of the Changle Gang—the number plate was not 9527, but 1024... ===== CHAPTER 856 =====