Han Ming was drowsy. He felt like a lot of cotton was stuffed into his head, and the swelling and pain were severe.

Although Han Ming was confused most of the time, his consciousness would be awake for about half a quarter of an hour every once in a while. Han Ming didn't know why this was happening at first, but he found a detail: the moment when his head was awake, the cool gas from the nameless oral verbal verbal in his body was running on its own.

The clear head is useless because he cannot sense the outside world at all, and his consciousness cannot connect with his senses at all. Now he seems to be in a blank world, unable to see, feel, or smell it! He can't do anything except think about something in a wild way.

Han Ming felt that this situation lasted for a long time until he found another gust of air in his head. The extra gust of air was completely different from the cool gas he had cultivated in three months. This gas was not only much thicker, but also gave people a warm feeling.

This warm gas rushes through Han Ming's mind, and every time it crashes, Han Ming feels a thrust pain in his consciousness, as if his consciousness is being torn hard. Han Ming tries to control the foreign gas, but he finds that the gas is not controlled at all. He tries to use the cool gas he cultivates from his nameless mouth to fight against the warm gas, but the cool gas in his body is not the enemy of the foreign gas at all.

But as the gas rushes, Han Ming gradually feels that his control of his body is gradually recovering. He gradually feels the numbness and weakness of his limbs, the pain of burning fire in his abdomen, and the pain of his throat due to lack of water. He also feels that not only is there a warm true energy in his head, but this true energy is wandering all over his body.

With the continuous collision of the true energy, Han Ming's consciousness's perception of the body had recovered most. Han Ming guessed that with more than ten violent collisions, he could open his eyes in real life and completely get out of this confused state. But at this moment, the warm true energy no longer collided everywhere, but quietly gathered together, and then withdrew from Han Ming's head like a tide.

Han Ming was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he had had. Although the collision of true qi would cause severe pain, it was precisely because of this collision that he had the perception of his body. As a result, this true qi came suddenly and went even more suddenly, and retreated when he was about to make contributions.

But beyond Han Ming's expectations, without the warm gas, his perception of his body was still slowly recovering, which surprised and happy.

I don’t know how long it took, but Han Ming’s consciousness gradually regained its connection with the body and gradually felt the outside world.

The first feeling of Han Ming's whole body was extremely uncomfortable after waking up. If it was just pain, Han Ming asked himself that he could tolerate it, but that feeling was not only pain, but also a kind of soreness and numbness that penetrated deep into his bones. With a slight movement, this feeling would come exponentially.

Although Han Ming was quite determined, he couldn't help but moan.

Han Ming vaguely heard a woman's voice. Not long after, he felt that he had been fed something. Not long after, the pain in his body subsided a lot. At least he could bear it a little, but most of his body was still unable to move, only his eyes and mouth could move slightly.

Han Ming looked around with his eyes slanted, but unexpectedly he was sitting in an extremely luxurious carriage, which was still shaking, as if it was moving.

Han Ming understood his situation a little. He was probably rescued when he was unconscious and then placed in this carriage.

Han Ming carefully looked at the situation in the carriage and found that the carriage was quite space. A faint sandalwood was floating in the air, which made people feel refreshed when they smelled it. He was lying on a small bed inside the carriage.

Looking around again, Han Ming saw an old man in gray robe holding his wrist, which looked like the way a yellow doctor in the village treated people.

Han Ming looked at it again and saw the old man in gray robe with a beard that was nearly one foot long. His snow-white beard was neatly taken care of, and he kept fluttering on the old man's chest, looking like a fairy-like appearance.

Behind the old man there was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. The girl looked pretty and wearing a light green long skirt, like a lotus just emerging from the water, secretly looking at him behind the white-bearded old man.

When did Hanming Village have such a quiet and beautiful woman? When he saw this woman for the first time, he felt a stunning feeling. After taking a look, he took a peek at her unconsciously.

The woman stared at Han Ming curiously, so she saw Han Ming secretly looking at her. She was very generous and smiled slightly at Han Ming, not shy at all.

On the other hand, Han Ming's behavior became a little unsatisfied. When he saw the girl smiling at him, his face turned red without realizing that it was like stealing something and being caught on the spot. The woman saw that Han Ming's face was red with shame, and couldn't help laughing silently, which made Han Ming's face even more red.

The white-bearded old man held Han Ming's wrist in his right hand, gently stroked the beard on his chest with his left hand, and his head swayed back and forth. He said to himself, "How strange, it's really strange. I woke up a little early. It's logical that it will be better if there is still an hour!"

When Han Ming heard the old man talking, he turned his gaze to the old man and happened to see the old man shaking his head. At this time, Han Ming immediately thought of Wang Xiucai in the village. Wang Xiucai looked like this when he was reading books, shaking his head and mouth full of his mouth.

Seeing the old man's kind-eyed look, Han Ming's blushing disappeared for most of his time, and he couldn't help but ask: "Sir, where am I? Why am I here? Who is the old man?"

The old man with white beard heard Han Ming talking to him. He raised his hand and stroked the beard on his chest, and said with a smile: "Boy, you have asked so many questions, how can I answer? Why don't I ask you, who are you? How could you appear next to Human's desert?"

When Han Ming heard the old man ask about his origin, he remembered the elder brother talking about the sinister things in the outside world. Although he had no money and other people's concerns, he was always on guard against others.

Thinking of this, Han Ming lied and said that his name was Han Ming, who was a resident of the desert. One day, he was chased into the depths of the desert by a wolf, and then lost in the desert. After persisting for more than ten days, he finally found a way out, but just after leaving the desert, he fainted for no reason.

"I was bitten by a wild wolf on my arm!" Han Ming said sincerely.

Han Ming's elder brother once told him that only by mixing some truth in lies can one deceive people, otherwise lies will easily be exposed.

The old man with white beard was surprised when he heard Han Ming say that he had been alone in Human Desert for more than ten days, but he sighed in his heart: "It turns out that's true, alas, it's really a waste of resources."

The old man with white beard reached out and touched the beard on his chest, looked at Han Ming carefully, and then asked again: "Boy, have you eaten a kind of grass in the depths of the desert? The lower part of this grass is white and purple on it, but its roots are black and about half a foot high."

Han Ming thought about it for a moment and remembered that the grass was really weird and there was a cave of poisonous snakes next to it. If he hadn't been too hungry, he wouldn't have had the idea of ​​fighting the nest of poisonous snakes.

Because the grass grew too strangely, he kept it in his arms and didn't dare to eat it, but he was reluctant to throw it away. He planned to wait until the snake meat was finished and there was really nothing to eat, and then he used the grass to fill his hunger. After all, if he had to choose one between death, he would rather be poisoned to death than starve to death!

Later, the snake meat was eaten up and there was no other thing to find. He hesitated and ate the grass again and again, but he never thought that he swallowed the grass for half a quarter of an hour, turned over a small mound, and saw the edge of the desert.

Seeing the old man's sure tone, Han Ming guessed that the old man with white beard probably knew something, so he couldn't lie anymore, so he honestly said: "The old man is really a magical idea. The boy has indeed eaten such a grass in the desert, but he doesn't know how the old man knows it."

Seeing Han Ming's tone was quite respectful, the old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "The grass you ate is called the Poison Emperor Grass. It is extremely poisonous. I have been searching for more than ten years but haven't found it. You guys, you just ate it. Do you know that you have walked around the gates of hell?"

When Han Ming heard that he had eaten an extremely poisonous herb, he felt a little more panicked, but when he heard the old man's words, he was happy again: "The old man said that the boy had walked in front of the gate of hell. The old man's implication was that the boy had no worries about his life at this time? Could it be that the old man saved the boy?"

The old man stroked the beard on his chest again, looked at Han Ming carefully, but the smile on his face became a little more. The old man said slowly: "Good boy, he is quite smart. I really relieved your poison! It is also because you are lucky. When you meet other doctors, you are afraid you have already died!"

Han Ming was immediately happy when he heard this. It seemed that his life had been saved. He looked at the old man with gratitude and said, "Thank you for saving your life. If possible in the future, you will definitely repay me."

The old man looked at Han Ming with great meaning and said, "Repay me? If you will have a chance in the future, don't always call me by the old man. My surname is Huazhen. They all call me Mr. Hua. You can call me like this in the future. If you want to change your words in the future, you will say it."

After saying that, the old man got up, tidied up his gray robe, turned around and prepared to leave, but seemed to remember something again. He stopped and ordered the girl in green beside him: "Feed him a pair of Ma Fei San every half an hour. Also, he is not suitable for eating at this time. You can feed him a little water and take good care of him. If something happens, you will ask me." After the old man ordered the girl in green, he leaned over and got out of the carriage.

The girl in green seemed a little afraid of the old man in front of her. She looked at the old man's back and replied repeatedly: "Yes, Mr. Hua, Ping'er must obey the instructions."
Chapter completed!