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Chapter 270 Be full!

When Zhou You and the others had dinner, they were still talking about Ba Ge.

The most difficult thing is that the parties cannot communicate.

As soon as you ask something, it tilts its head, barks and wobbles, not in the right shape at all...

For the time being, let's not mention the happy life here.

As far as the capital is concerned, monks who have some duties in everything have been very busy these few days.

Even Min'an and Cathay, who went home to visit relatives, were assigned tasks.

They want to go into the wasteland and take a rough look to see how many living people are left.

In addition to the two senior sisters, Wang and Li, who were accompanying them, the Great Zhou King also equipped them with a Nascent Soul bodyguard, which was considered extravagant.

The five people flew across the land of Yan Kingdom in the air at high speed in a flying boat, and came to the wasteland.

"Da Zhou is alright, Yan Guo still looks a little turbulent."

Min'an shook his head. Although Dazhou sent a management team almost immediately, the cities seemed to be fine, but the outside of the city seemed less peaceful.

After all, some monks were still afraid that Da Zhou would settle accounts with them.

"I'm still a little curious, what exactly did this City Lord Zhou do?" Senior Sister Wang looked at the Nascent Soul cultivator who was manipulating the flying boat.

In just over ten days, the other party and the old man actually killed so many Nascent Soul cultivators?

What kind of role does City Lord Zhou play?
The person in charge of manipulating the flying boat is the ruler of a big family. He has a mid-Yuanying cultivation base and looks like an old man. He must be quite old.

The old man in brocade clothes turned his head to look at a few young monks who were staring at him, sighed, and talked about his experience.

Don't feel ashamed with this status now, since these few want to hear it, let's talk about it.

On that day, he was retreating in the secret room of his family, and suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power, and then one after another, terrifying spells appeared out of thin air and attacked him.

As a monk who was not cold-blooded enough, he naturally didn't dare to run around in the family. After receiving a few blows, he also found an old man and a young man sitting in the distance chatting.

The two of them seemed to be talking about the dishes, and they were really chatting.

Behind them stood several familiar Nascent Soul cultivators, all looking at him with complicated expressions.

"Under the power of City Lord Zhou's formation, this old man has no power to resist at all."

The old man shook his head, facing that kind of formation, he gave up quickly, and there were no casualties in the family.

In any case, a group of small children were saved, and the old man was relieved.

"I really want to see it with my own eyes!" Senior Sister Wang sighed while listening to the story and eating snacks.

Although she had seen City Lord Zhou's depiction of the phantom formation long ago, but now it seems that she still underestimated this man's attainments in formation.

"This girl, you should have seen monks in the late Yuanying period cast spells, right?" the old man looked at the various tinkling utensils hanging on Senior Sister Wang's body, and asked.

With his vision, he can naturally recognize that some of the treasures on his body are of great value.

"Naturally." Senior Sister Wang nodded.

Whether it is in her own family or in the sect, it is not uncommon.

My master used to tease these apprentices with spells.

"Every spell summoned by the killing array has the power of the late Nascent Soul, and it continues one after another. It's really powerful!" The old man shook his head, feeling somewhat admiring in his heart.

He remembered that young man, with a pile of spirit stones in front of him, talking and laughing happily manipulating the killing formation, and even had the urge to delve into the formation in his heart...

"How could this be?" It's not that Senior Sister Wang doesn't believe this person's words and vision.

She just couldn't figure out how City Lord Zhou practiced.

"The Millennium Immortal Dynasty..." Senior Sister Li looked at the desolate land under the flying boat, muttered to herself, and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Guotai Min'an brothers are very quiet, both brothers are happy that Da Zhou has such a strong man.

"Let's take a look at the village in front first!" Min'an pointed to the village in the distance, leaning against a small hill, and said to the old man.

That was the village he had visited with his teacher.

It seems to be covered by the blood demon ancestor?
This is considered a somewhat normal village in the wasteland, at least not giving a woman to the master and apprentice as soon as they met. . .

The old man nodded, and controlled the flying boat to descend slowly, stopping in front of the village entrance.

The villagers were still vigilant as usual. When they saw a monk coming, soon a few strong men supported an old man and stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for everyone.

When a few people approached, the old man who was supported by someone looked at Min An and narrowed his eyes.

this face...

"Are you the one who delivered meat to our village back then?" The current village chief thought about it carefully and asked hesitantly.

Decades have passed, he was still a young man back then, and now he has to be supported by others when he walks.

But old and old, every household has eaten meat, this is a real big event, remember it clearly!
The younger people around him felt outrageous when they heard this. Only the few old men standing behind touched their lips and could still think of the taste of stewed meat.

"Let's go, let's go, sit at home!" The village head quickly waved his hand, ordering everyone to get out of the way, and with the support of others, he led Min An and the others towards the house.

The people here are very thin, not to mention tattered, but the patches on the clothes are one piece on the left and one piece on the right, and it has long been impossible to tell what color it was originally.

Not only Li Wang and the two senior sisters, but even Guotai came to the wasteland for the first time. It was okay to see the adults, but the appearance of some children, if you look carefully, it will inevitably make people feel mixed feelings.

Not long after, five people followed the village head to the house.

He first asked Min An and the others to sit down in the courtyard, then went into the house and found a can of tea from the bottom of the box.

Some smiles appeared on the old face.

"Look at this." The village head wiped the teapot, put it on the table, and said to Min'an.

How could the little prince fail to recognize this thing, this is the tea leaves that his teacher gave to the old village chief.

Min An picked up the tea pot and looked at it. It was heavy, and there was at least half a pot of tea in it.

"There are so many left?"

This tea caddy is full, probably not enough to hold half a catty of tea. After decades, it has not been finished yet.

"Hey, we all count the roots of this thing." The village head smiled, sat down, and ordered the people around to find the tea set.

A few tea leaves can make a large bowl of water. If there is any happy event in the village, just taste it. How much more do you want to drink?
Min An sighed, although the tea leaves were not of ordinary quality, the teacher should have found them from some monks, but it was too frugal. . .

"Everyone will move out after a while, do you know about this?"

"I know, I know, I heard about some monks passing by before." The village head nodded, and when he mentioned this, he smiled a little more.

"Rice and steamed buns are enough, is it true?" A young man found out the tea set that had been stored for a long time, put it on the table, and asked after swallowing.

He has smelled, seen and tasted steamed buns, but to him, rice is something of legend.

Min'an laughed twice and said, "In Dazhou, let alone rice and steamed buns, even wine and meat are enough!"

(End of this chapter)