The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 125 Childhood... Imperial Cavalry!
This was just a small episode and did not affect the lives of the villagers.

The village chief told the villagers that an earthquake had just occurred.

The prestige of the village head is very high. Although some places are still unreasonable, and everyone can't remember what happened before the coma, they completely believe it.

Life goes on, but the effects of that storm are still there.

On a hill not far from the village, a man wearing modern clothes, not Douluo Continental clothes, stood under the shade of a tree.

The breath I felt just now is here, it seems that I found the right place.

Thinking in his mind, the man walked towards the village.

The figure exposed to the sun is burly and tall, and at a glance, he can be seen as an adult with a strong sense of justice and security.

When we arrived at the village, the moment the man appeared, there were shouts from the traffickers at the entrance of the village.

"Another outsider."

"It looks familiar. Although he looks handsome and has a sense of justice, he has no money."

"What familiarity, isn't this the one from half a year ago?"

"Is it him? It doesn't look like it."

"What kind of brains do you have? You can compare with me who bakes sweet potatoes. Look at the edge of the paper exposed in the interlayer of his clothes. Isn't it the kind of paper he gave half a year ago?"

"It's not true."

It didn't take long for the dealers to recognize the "lunatic" who was half a year ago.

"You're not dead yet." The sweet potato seller didn't have a good impression of this man, but rather disgusted him.

The vegetable seller is milder.

"Why are you back?"

"I just came back to check, and there is no malice." The man waved his hand, not sure why they were so hostile to him.

"Everyone who comes is a guest. Let him in. I'll take him to the village chief." A middle-aged businessman stood up and said.

It seemed that the middle-aged businessman was very dignified among the businessmen, and the other businessmen stopped talking, acquiescing to the idea of ​​the middle-aged businessman.

"What's your name."

The middle-aged businessman led the man straight to the village chief's house, asking casually along the way.

"You can just call me Wudai." The man frowned slightly, and quickly unfurled it, and then responded.

"Five generations, is it because you are the fifth generation in the family tree, or is this a nickname?" asked the middle-aged businessman.

Wudai smiled awkwardly, he knew that the naming here was completely different from theirs.

"No, that's my real name."

When the middle-aged man heard about it, he let out an oh.

As he was on his way, he muttered a few words in a low voice: "Whoever came up with such a name is really good at it, it is easy to support, and it sounds unusual. If I have a grandson, I will give him a good name."

Wudai smiled helplessly after hearing this.

Because the village head took Wang Xiaoming to the child's house, the village head's house was empty at this time.

The five generations and the middle-aged businessman were naturally left blank.

"Hey, it's a coincidence, I've been there before..." the middle-aged businessman muttered curiously.

Looking at Wudai, he couldn't ignore him, so he thought about it and said:
"Well, I still have to sell things to support my family. You just wait here for the village chief or wander around. The village chief should be back soon. Here is a general map of our village."

The middle-aged trafficker handed Wudai a map.

A circle is drawn on it, and inside the circle are the branches of the village, with some characters that the Five Dynasties do not understand written on it.

But this village is not round, is it?Wudai frowned slightly.

The middle-aged dealer scratched the back of his head, and said awkwardly, "This is drawn by my granddaughter. It's almost complete, but it's a bit abstract. Don't be too surprised. We are just a small village, and we don't need maps."

Five generations expressed their understanding.

After thanking him, the middle-aged businessman went straight to the entrance of the village.

Five generations did not stay at the door of the village chief's house.

I looked at the map carefully and found that there was a house far away from the nearby houses.

It is almost three times the distance between ordinary houses, and there is no river there, let alone a cliff.

Five generations recall the superstitions of certain sects.

Could it be something like that?
Wudai is very disgusted with this kind of thing. He thinks that life should be fought for by oneself and change the status quo by himself, instead of asking for help from the gods.

In addition to being powerless.Wudai thought silently in his heart.

In short, the fifth generation has already determined the goal, which is the house.

And that house is the child's home, which is where Wang Xiaoming is now.

……

The door of the child's house.

After Wang Xiaoming and others had finished eating, Wang Xiaoming was about to clean up, but the child stopped him and wanted to do the cleaning by himself.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything.

"By the way, what's your name, I don't know yet." The village chief slapped his head while smoking a cigarette, and suddenly remembered this matter.

"Men Shishi." Wang Xiaoming blurted out.

"What, what scholar?" The village chief leaned closer to listen.

"Men Shishi." Wang Xiaoming emphasized again patiently.

"Who are you?" The village head suddenly lost his hearing.

"Door, lost, scholar!" Wang Xiaoming emphasized his tone.

"Men Shishi, I'm sorry, I'm often deaf. Just now you said your name, I thought I heard it wrong." The village head said with a smile: "It's the first time I've heard the surname Men in nearly 80 years. Said, I can't believe it, I don't know, just laugh."

"It's okay, and I have a compound surname, a surname of Menya, and a scholar." Wang Xiaoming rubbed his sweat and explained.

"That's it." The village head suddenly realized.

"By the way, little man, although you have stronger soul power than me, I can call you that." The village chief asked.

"Yes, you say." Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"That's good, Xiaoshi, you can show your face at the end, because of your soul power, I explained it as an earthquake.

But we haven’t had an earthquake in the past 60 years, that is to say, many of them don’t know what an earthquake is like, they only know that an earthquake is the destruction and punishment brought by the gods.

Then you just came at this time, so maybe many villagers will talk about you, so it's better for you to make a face, the sooner the better, don't spread it to the whole village at that time. "

The village head urged kindly.

Wang Xiaoming nodded, "I'll go right away."

Afterwards, Wang Xiaoming went straight to the entrance of the village without looking back.

The village head nodded slightly.

And Wang Xiaoming's departure coincided with the arrival of the Five Dynasties.

"You, the one from half a year ago, right?" The village head recognized Wu Dai at a glance.

"You are the village head, right?" Wu Dai recognized the person in front of him as the village head with his own eyesight.

The remaining corner of the Five Dynasties was left on the dinner table.

"So much food, how did only one old man and a child finish it?" Wu Dai saw the two people lying in the house behind him again.

Wudai frowned, he had never seen this kind of illness before.

"Get out of the way." The child's weak voice reached his ears.

Five generations retreated subconsciously and looked down.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the pupils of your eyes shrink into dots.

When I was a child... Emperor Qi!
(End of this chapter)