Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu sat cross-legged on Xuan Yi's back, closing his eyes and concentrating on the high altitude.

She was already familiar with the Huairou Heart Sutra, and now that she was flipping through it in the sea of ​​consciousness, she couldn't see anything new.

Since she couldn't think of anything, she happened to be over Yanzhou again, so she simply jumped off Xuan Yi's back.

This place is quite a place with outstanding people. She had been here when she was walking in the world, and she could still vaguely recall the rising tide of the Dishui River.

As for whether it was 1000 years ago or 800 years ago, she can't remember clearly.

Daishui is still the same Daishui, but the scenery on both sides of the river is quite different.

Lingyu also had some surprises when she landed by the river. It was not that she had never seen war and chaos in the world, but this was the first time she had witnessed such hunger and death everywhere.

There are many smooth and round stones on the shore of Dishui, and the bones of men and women are crawling on them. Some of them have begun to rot and expose their white bones.

There are also people who have died recently lying on the mountain of corpses, looking at the birds in the sky with eyes that have long been out of focus.

As soon as Ling Yu appeared, a flock of carrion-eating birds were startled on the ground.

She followed the movement and saw that the black birds were still holding bloody pieces of meat in their mouths.

On the other side of the Daishui River is Qingzhou. Looking from a distance, it seems not as miserable as the Yanzhou border.

Considering that there are so many corpses on the river bank, there should be many people who wanted to cross the river to survive.

They probably thought that life in Yanzhou was difficult and that they could have a chance of survival by crossing to Qingzhou.

Lingyu didn't stay long, he conjured up a gauze hat, put it on his head and walked towards Jichuan City.

There were people fleeing along the way, and Ling Yu looked out of place in the crowd of people wearing clean clothes.

After walking for a while, Lingyu saw a thatched pavilion serving porridge. A gray flag hung outside the pavilion, with only Du written on it.

Ling Yu guessed that he should be the richest man in Jichuan City, the Du family from aristocratic family.

The last time she came here, she knew that this aristocratic family was extremely powerful, and such war seemed not to have a great impact on them.

Ling Yu didn't know the last time he gave porridge. He could only see many people waiting around the small grass pavilion.

People lying down, squatting, and sitting all gathered around this small pavilion.

Seeing her stop, the refugees seemed to think she was here to give porridge, so they stood up one after another and lined up in front of the wooden table in the thatched pavilion.

Ling Yu was a little embarrassed. She didn't bring anything to eat. She could only look at the things created by the magic, but she couldn't fill her stomach by eating them.

Fortunately, a carriage came slowly behind her, and it didn't stop until it reached the grass pavilion.

A young woman with a veil got out of the car, followed by several servants, carrying several buckets of porridge and walked out to the thatched pavilion.

The woman was accompanied by a maid and a man. Ling Yu knew this man very well.

She folded her hands and watched the kind-hearted Miss Du family serving porridge. The man was also helping, which made the maid look a little bored.

"Ah, Yanzhao," Miss Du suddenly said, "Did we forget to bring pickles?"

Ling Yu admired her a little. The porridge was made of polished white rice, and she even planned to bring pickles to serve the porridge.

If this food is provided to soldiers, she will definitely get a loyal vanguard.

This time, Xingzhi was dressed like a normal person, with her hair tied up and no jingling jewelry.

He smiled softly and sweetly at Miss Du's family, his eyes almost turning into crescents: "It doesn't matter, I'll bring it next time."

Lingyu clicked her tongue in her heart. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were doing good deeds and doing good deeds. This scene should be eye-catching, but she always felt that her eyes were stinging.

Pretending, too pretentious.This Demon Lord is really capable of pretending.

She really couldn't see anything anymore. Rather than disgusting herself here, it would be better to go further and visit Jichuan City.

The moment Lingyu turned around and left, Yanzhao seemed to notice something and looked in her direction.

But when he looked over, he only saw dust on the ground stirred up by the breeze.

The scene inside Jichuan City is so different from the outside that some people even don't believe that the refugees outside the city really exist.

The streets are busy with merchants and tourists, and teahouses and restaurants are also crowded with guests. The people living in this Jichuan city seem to be isolated from the war-torn world outside.

Ling Yu walked around and saw that this was not the hometown in Song Qinglin's memory.

But the strange thing is that missing person notices are posted everywhere on the street.

There are also many people who use the portraits to ask passers-by if they have seen their relatives or friends.

Looking at Xingzhi's appearance, you can tell that he hasn't gotten the prisoner's ox bone yet, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to Miss Du to flatter her.

Ling Yu thought for a moment, then let out a sense of searching for objects and went out to search the city for the place where the cattle bones were stored.

When the consciousness came back, Lingyu understood why Xingzhi used the beauty trick, and she couldn't find where the prisoner's cow bones were.

When Ling Yu came here hundreds of years ago, the Du family did not hide it, and even put it under the plaque in the main living room for people to watch.

Lingyu glanced in the direction of the city lord's mansion. Her consciousness traveled all over Jichuan City, but there was only one place she couldn't enter.

She decided to take a look, lowered her hat and walked in that direction.

Jichuan City can almost be regarded as the Du family's residence, and everything in the city is inseparable from their family.

This is especially true for the City Lord's Mansion, which is the residence of generations of heads of the Du family.

Ling Yu hasn't mastered the art of invisibility yet, so now he can only treat the dead horse as a live horse doctor. Anyway, go in first, and if he is discovered, he will be killed at the worst.

The city lord's palace was very quiet and peaceful. She walked in and saw few people from the Du family except the busy servants.

Prison Niu is a natural divine beast. Even if he is dead, his muscles and bones should still have divine energy attached to them, so that neither she nor Yingzha can find it.

The only possibility is that it was hidden.

Ling Yu was still looking around, but unexpectedly a child holding a windmill bumped into her knee.

The little baby was born smart and cute. He didn't cry when encountering such unexpected situations. He just picked up the windmill and climbed up.

He puffed up his cheeks, trying to blow the dust off the windmill.

Ling Yu stood next to him, looking at the child of the Du family.

The young master is always the easiest to recognize in the crowd. His silk clothes, gold and silver locks, and white jade crown all silently announce his identity.

"Sorry, sister," he raised his head to talk to Lingyu after playing with the kite, "I was so happy that I didn't look at the road and accidentally bumped into you."

Ling Yu glanced around to make sure there was no one else around and he was talking to himself.

"Can you see me?" Ling Yu asked.

The child nodded and asked her, "Why can't I see you?"

After saying that, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and then he understood: "Are you the kind of person my father often talks about, who can become a god in the future and can master various spells?"