Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 111 The Eve
Hearing people say it is far worse than seeing it with your own eyes.

Leaving Fang Mansion, Fang Zheng's private carriage was driving on the avenue, which was not as convenient as before. He needed to stop and go, avoiding pedestrians from time to time.

The curtains are lifted.

The traffic on the road was much denser than usual.

Luo Butou said that the number of people who have flooded into the county has more than doubled the original population in recent times.

Never noticed before.

today,

It's a real insight.

The heavy snow a few days ago has just melted, and the snow seeps into the soil, making the previously solid ground muddy.

Especially on the street, silt and dirt are mixed.

And a figure is squatting, lying, or leaning on the street corner. They are all in tattered clothes, dull-eyed, and silent, like stagnant sculptures.

There are bare-chested, skinny children lying in the arms of their parents, snuggling up for warmth.

Some elderly people covered in chilblains and even shivering, knelt on their knees and raised their skinny hands, begging for food.

……

"Poor, poor..."

"Great good man..."

"Enjoy your stutter..."

Even the sound of begging was weak.

Many more people are blind-eyed, lying there motionless, lifeless, as if they have become numb to life and to the future.

The carriage moved on.

Refugees lying on the street came into view one after another.

many!
Too much!
It is densely packed, covering all the roadside roads without leaving a trace of gaps.

There were so many that even Fang Zheng, who was always optimistic, had to look gloomy, as if a heavy lead was hanging in his heart, he couldn't breathe.

How could there be so many refugees in just a few days?

"Master."

Li San, who was driving the car, was good at observing words and expressions, saw the doubt in Fang Zheng's eyes, and said in a low voice:

"The city gate is broken for some reason. It is being repaired these days, so there are so many refugees pouring in. Normally, these refugees are outside the city."

"At that time, no one knew when he died."

Fangzheng understood.

I still remember.

When he first came to this world, it was also a cold winter like now, and the heavy snow had just passed, but he almost didn't survive the whole night.

Dazzling.

Two years have passed.

In the past two years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in him, and the lives of ordinary people in the different world have not improved at all, and may even get worse.

When they came to Fangshi, the number of refugees finally decreased.

There are people from the government office here to maintain order, and the shop faces the outside, and refugees are not allowed to block the door to affect their own business, and it is even more lively because there are too many outsiders.

Cheerful voices came from the front.

"Play bamboo boards, go forward, and come to Zhang's tailor-made clothing shop."

"Garment store, look around, the business here is unusual."

"There are those who come from the south, those who go north, and those who buy in large quantities."

"A wave in a wave, a wave in a wave..."

A group of beggars walked into a clothing store with bamboo sticks and broken bowls in their hands.

Then he sang:

"Look at the boss, you are so happy, how much money can you give?"

"Miss Boss, you're pretty, Sai Meijiao with a small cherry mouth."

"Liu Yemei, Xiao Manyao, just pick up the money at your fingertips."

"Five coins and ten coins are not too few, the God of Wealth looks for you every year!"

"Give, give!"

A crowd of beggars joined in.

The boss hurriedly took out a few copper coins from the purse, put them in the broken bowl, waved and shoved the beggars away.

The proprietress even turned pale and hid behind the boss. There was no joy of being complimented in her eyes, but there was a hint of panic and fear in her eyes.

"It's the gang of beggars."

Li San was introduced by Wu Hai. He spent a lot of time hanging out on the street in the early years, and he is more familiar with the situation in front of him than others.

He whispered:

"Boss, the beggar gang is not just beggars. Most of them have a certain organization, and the leaders are quite skilled."

"It's fine if you get money."

"If you can't get it, it's a trivial matter for them to hold grudges in their hearts. It's a trivial matter to destroy business secretly. It's not uncommon to see money, murder, and rape women."

Fangzheng nodded slowly.

These beggars are not very old. Although their clothes are tattered, they have ruddy complexion and bright eyes, which are completely different from the refugees on the road.

Look at the situation just now.

Saying it is begging is more like stealing money.

The carriage moved on.

"It's porridge!"

"The mage from Wenxiang Sect is here to help out the porridge!"

"..."

Shouts came from not far away, and the crowd became restless, and then began to rush towards the direction of the sound, looking like a wriggling colony of ants from a height.

"Wen Xiangjiao?"

Fangzheng said curiously:
"Li San, do you know this sect?"

"I don't know." Li San shook his head and said:
"The young one has never heard of Wenxiang Sect, and it is only in the past few days that I know that there is a group of people serving porridge in the city under the name of Wenxiang Sect."

"The porridge they serve is very large and can fill the stomach, which is completely different from the Yamen."

"but……"

Pursing his lips, Li San lowered his voice and said:

"Master, preaching and accepting believers when disasters are rampant, nine out of ten are cults!"

"However, because they have been giving out porridge, there are too many people and refugees guarding the place where the porridge is being given out, and it is easy to cause chaos, so the people in the yamen did not use violence."

For the refugees, Wenxiangjiao is their only savior, if the yamen dare to do something, it will definitely cause chaos.

Fangzheng understood, and said:
"Is there really a mage?"

"Impossible." Li San shook his head again and again:
"I've seen their so-called 'mages'. They are just a few low-level warlocks who use blinders to confuse ordinary people."

"Mage..."

"How could it be possible to condescend to a county seat?"

"Heh..." Fangzheng said softly:
"Refugees, beggar gangs, Wenxiang sect, Gu'an County is really getting more and more chaotic."

"Yes."

Li San nodded, showing worry on his face.

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Pan Snake Martial Arts.

The handsome and tall martial arts third disciple Che Zhongyang stepped out, his eyes fell on Fangzheng, he snorted softly, and stretched out his hand to draw in:
"Master Fang, please!"

"It's work."

Fangzheng cupped his hands.

Che Zhongyang is Du Qiaoyun's husband, an outstanding disciple who has gone out of the martial arts gym, has three blood cultivation bases, and is the future master of the martial arts gym.

He didn't have a good impression of the other party.

Because during the time he left, Du Qiaoyun was almost taken first. Although Du Qiaoyun denied this in every possible way, the soft sword was the evidence.

Such a good soft sword, he couldn't afford it after many years of hard work, but it was given away by Fang, who would believe it if it was not tricky?

Fortunately,

All has passed.

The younger sister had her heart set on her, but the one surnamed Fang couldn't get her.

In the backyard, Du Sheng was resting on a soft chair.

After not seeing him for a while, his face became more and more haggard, his face was covered with wrinkles, and the hair on the top of his head was sparse, like an old man in his 90s.

The qi and blood on his body were extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it out.

"master."

Che Zhongyang came closer and said in a low voice:
"Young Master Fang is here."

"Hmm..." Du Sheng slowly opened his eyes, the cloudy eyes were dimmed, he looked in the direction of Fangzheng, and waved his hand:

"sit."

"Senior Du." Fangzheng put down the gift in his hand:

"I brought some ginseng over here, it can nourish my body."

"I have a heart." Du Sheng smiled lightly and shook his head:
"But I don't need it anymore."

His body knows well that he has been seriously injured since the battle of the Qinglang Gang, and he can only persist with medicine until now.

Ben wouldn't live long.

"Ok?"

Squinting his eyes to examine Fangzheng, Du Sheng's eyes flickered:

"Mr. Fang, are you successful in refining viscera?"

Hearing this, Che Zhongyang couldn't help showing surprise, looking sideways, this person turned out to be a three-blood warrior just like himself?

"I can't hide it from Senior Du." Fangzheng cupped his hands in admiration:
"Just refining the dirty."

"Mr. Fang deserves to have a profound background, and he has entered the third blood in just two years." Du Shengyin praised:
"If you practice martial arts early, I'm afraid you've already gained true energy."

He attributed Fangzheng's rapid progress in martial arts to his good foundation, and it further confirmed that Fangzheng was born in a great family, and he could develop his body like this without practicing martial arts.

I don't know.

Fangzheng really only started practicing martial arts two years ago.

Today's achievements are due to the resources of the two worlds, and have nothing to do with the so-called mysterious family.

But this need not be explained.

Also can't explain.

"Senior Du."

Fangzheng cupped his hands and asked:
"Stepping into the third blood, Fang only knows that the next step is to gather qi and blood to attack the realm of true qi, but he doesn't know how to do it."

"That's why I came here to ask seniors for advice."

"Heh..." Du Sheng laughed lightly, his voice hoarse:

"Young Master Fang thinks highly of Du Mou too much. I am only a third-blood, and I have never set foot in the Real Qi Realm, so I don't know much about it."

He paused slightly, slowly sat up straight, and said:
"As for gathering Qi and blood, most of them are unique secret methods, and it is inconvenient to disclose them with the ancestor's precepts."

"so……"

"Zhongyang."

"Yes." Che Zhongyang cupped his hands.

"Go and get the book "Hu Zhenren Talks about the Changes of Qi and Blood." Du Sheng said:

"Send it to Mr. Fang."

"This..." Che Zhongyang's complexion changed, and then he sighed helplessly:
"Yes."

Watching Che Zhongyang leave, Du Sheng chuckled and shook his head:
"young people……"

"Concentrating qi and blood is easy to say, difficult to say, but there are many talks about it in the practice, doesn't Mr. Fang know?"

"I don't know." Fangzheng sat upright:
"I was about to ask."

"The so-called three changes of qi and blood are all body quenching." Du Shengyin was tired, but he still insisted on speaking:
"The strength of the flesh, the strength of the periosteum, and the essence of the five viscera are all the changes of qi and blood, and the condensing of qi and blood is the self-integrating power of the flesh, periosteum and internal organs."

"The three are combined into one, and there is a lot of power in every movement of the hand and foot, and you can hit the realm of true energy."

"However, the condensation of qi and blood will damage the body's origin, so it cannot be used more often, so it is extremely difficult to have a second attack if it fails to hit the real qi state once."

"and……"

"It may lead to a great loss of strength."

"So like me, Luo Tutou, and Xu Seng, they only know that the impact is hopeless, and they will not force it any more. But Mr. Fang is at a time when he is full of energy and blood, so he can give it a try."

Fangzheng frowned, secretly screaming in his heart.

He is no longer a novice in martial arts, and he can even be said to have mastered hundreds of schools of thought, and he is much better than Du Sheng in terms of martial arts background.

So as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he knew something was wrong.

Integrate qi and blood?

Pan Snake Martial Arts School uses consistent methods for refining skin, bone, and viscera, and even martial arts are inherited in the same strain, so the integration is naturally simple.

And he...

There are all kinds of martial arts learned, and there is no single point at all. How to integrate them?

Even if you can,
I'm afraid it's not as easy as I thought.

"master."

While talking, Che Zhongyang came back with the book, threw the book to Fang Zheng, and hurried to Du Sheng to help him lie down.

"You are in poor health and cannot talk so much."

"Senior Du."

Fangzheng got up in time:

"I won't bother you any more."

"Brother Fang." At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind, causing Che Zhongyang to curl his lips, showing a little displeasure on his face.

Qianying came and said crisply:

"I've just arrived, why bother to leave, why don't you just sit down?"

"Miss Du." Fangzheng turned around, and when his eyes fell on Du Qiaoyun, he was slightly taken aback:
"This is..."

"Pregnant?"

It can be seen with the naked eye that Du Qiaoyun's stomach is slightly bulging, and she is already pregnant. In this case, it will take at least a few months to conceive a child.

"Not bad." Che Zhongyang walked to Du Qiaoyun's side, supporting his lover with one hand and stroking his slightly bulging belly with the other. He said proudly:

"When the child has the full moon wine, Mr. Fang, don't forget to come."

Du Qiaoyun shyly patted her husband's hand away.

"must."

Fangzheng nodded:

"but……"

"Miss Du is not yet in her third blood, she is pregnant at this time, in the future..."

Having a child will definitely consume a lot of energy and blood, and then you have to take care of the baby. It can be said that the future of martial arts has been ruined. The real heroine of the female school will think about the children after they have achieved success in martial arts.

"It's okay." Che Zhongyang focused his eyes:
"I will protect her."

"Young master labor is worried." Du Qiaoyun sighed softly:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to become a third blood, and... I don't regret it."

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"drive!"

"drive!"

Several healthy horses galloped on the muddy road, and when they approached a manor, several people on the horses turned over and jumped off.

Fit.

There were more than ten people in white clothes waiting at the gate of the manor.

When the leader fell to the ground, the men in white knelt on one knee and shouted:
"Welcome Lord Jia Xiang!"

"Welcome Lord Jia Xiang!"

"..."

The loud sound of drinking made the rich man next to him even more frightened.

White Lotus Sect!
This group of people occupied their own manor and used it as a stronghold for the congregation. Although he was unwilling, he did not dare to complain.

they,

But if it goes wrong, it will kill you!
"Ah."

Jia Xiangzhu's facial features were flat, with a scar on his face. He nodded at the sound, looked up at the red lantern hanging at the gate of the manor, and grinned:
"Whose place is this?"

"Master Huixiang." The rich man trembled, stepped forward hurriedly, cupped his hands and said:

"It's a villain's place."

"Hearing that the Lord of Fragrance is coming, I have already ordered the servants to prepare the food and wine, and even put up lanterns and festoons to welcome the Lord of Fragrance."

"Hmm." Jia Xiangzhu looked sideways, with weird eyes:
"Do you know who we are?"

"This..." The rich man showed hesitation, and tentatively whispered:
"Wen Xiangjiao?"

"Reverend Wen Xiang is one of the Dharma protectors I teach, why should I teach?" Jia Xiangzhu raised his hands to the sky and asked again.

"White Lotus Sect." The rich man said:
"The younger one is also a member of the White Lotus Cult, and is willing to use his family property to worship the Holy Mother."

"So you know!" Master Jia Xiang sighed softly.

"what!"

The rich man looked up with a puzzled expression on his face.

"You know, why are you using red lanterns?" Jia Xiangzhu's complexion changed suddenly, and he appeared in front of the rich man in a flash, slapped him out, and cursed angrily:

"Don't you know that red is unlucky for our White Lotus Sect?"

"Snapped!"

The air under his palm was actually explosive.

The rich man's head was pulled by a huge force, and it was rotated 360 degrees directly on his neck. His body was lifted off the ground, and he fell heavily several meters away, without making a sound.

The bones of his neck creaked and cracked, and he was already so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

"Pooh!"

Jia Xiang insisted on spitting on the ground with a sullen expression on his face:

"unlucky!"

"court death!"

The complexions of the people behind the rich man turned pale instantly, their thighs trembled, and there was a smell of urine. It was obvious that someone was incontinent because of the scene in front of them.

"Incense Master." A man in white clasped his hands together:

"I'll have someone replace it with a white lantern, and the red silk and satin inside will also be replaced with white silk."

"Ah."

Master Jia Xiang nodded without any other choice, and strode forward:

"Is Liu Xiangzhu here?"

"exist."

"Lead the way and find him."

"Yes."

hall.

A debauchery sound.

A young man with a face like a crown of jade sat in the middle, hugging several women from left to right, with a drunken face, laughing from time to time.

The women were not outstanding in appearance, and they were of different ages. Some of them could even be mothers and daughters, but he obviously didn't care, and even enjoyed it a little.

Seeing a few people coming, the man smiled and said:

"Brother Jia is here!"

"Sit down quickly, you guys go to accompany Master Jia Xiang."

He stretched out his hand and separated several women in the field. The women had fear in their eyes, but they didn't dare to resist his understanding, and obeyed the order to approach Jia Xiangzhu obediently.

"No need."

Jia Xiang waved his hand to separate the girls, his face was gloomy:
"Jia is not a womanizer, Liu Xiangzhu, you should keep it to yourself."

"Snap!" The man patted his forehead lightly, his face dazed:

"I forgot, Master Jia Xiang's practice requires the prohibition of female sexuality, hey... half of the fun in life has been lost for nothing, so why bother?"

"The mountain is blocked by heavy snow." Jia Xiangzhu's face remained unchanged, and said:

"The mage estimates that there will be heavy snowfall nearby in a few days, which means that today's Gu'an County is an isolated city, and even if there is a disturbance, reinforcements will not be able to come within half a month."

"No!"

"One back and one back, it may not be possible to arrive in a month."

"We can do it!"

Hearing the words, the man squinted his eyes, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, fanaticism appeared in his eyes, he stretched out his five fingers casually, and already penetrated into the chest cavity of the woman beside him.

"puff!"

With one hand, he took out a heart that was still beating.

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)