Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 248 Disaster Victims
After all, Wang Minglang is just a person who has just entered the path of cultivating immortals and has been struggling among mortals for decades. He still has feelings for monks. The Immortal Lord is filled with immortal energy. He can split mountains with a flip of his hand and break the sea with a flip of his hand. Imagine.

He didn't want to join the Tao before.

He admitted that he just couldn't let go of his family and his responsibilities as a general in the army, cutting off tens of millions of taels of gold and his reputation as the number one military general.

He believes that those who practice Taoism should have empty sleeves and a piece of pure land in their hearts, a true peach blossom garden unstained by dust, and cultivate a Taoist heart that is as clear as a mirror.

Now Jiang Su made it clear and thorough, but he was always dubious.

Is this really the case with Mr. Xianjun?

Is that kind of fairy posture all fake?

He didn't know, and Jiang Su didn't intend to discuss the matter with him any more.

As an evil cultivator, he has a lot of opportunities to know about the dirty things in the world of cultivation.

……

Jiang Su finally found the group of refugees who survived the flood and were admitted to hospital.

Beside the ever-flowing Canglong River, there stands a huge stone covered with moss, on which are engraved several large Chinese characters - Qizhou.

"Hey, how come this place isn't flooded? The terrain doesn't say how high it is, but the river water is just right enough not to rush through the rocks on both sides."

Jiang Su had already fallen to the ground, changed into a blue linen cloth, and used a technique to blur her appearance. In the eyes of others, she was just a girl with an extremely ordinary appearance who would be forgotten after seeing her once.

The little yellow chicken stepped on her shoulder and looked at the surging river.

"It is the credit of the officials here. Song Wencheng was the most important official in controlling the flood. Qizhou and Cangzhou are adjacent. He was in Cangzhou and sent his men to Qizhou. These two places are where the refugees can survive for a while. A place to stay." Wang Minglang muttered in a low voice.

Jiang Su nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards Qizhou City.

The city gate is not far from the river bank. It stands tall and dark, with dark stone walls covered with green moss and vines.

There is life here, but it is not in the human body. The plants are growing very interestingly.

Jiang Su stood among the crowd and followed the flow of refugees into the city.

The faces of the surrounding refugees had numb expressions, their eyes were empty, and their eyes were so dark that they could not see the ups and downs of their emotions.

Their clothes were not in tatters. They probably had plenty of food and clothing before they were killed. At least they would not be like this now, with their cheeks sunken, their walking unsteady, their staggering, and they might faint to the ground at any time.

These people are hungry.

"Don't crowd, come one by one. The porridge in the Charity Hall is enough for you. Don't fight over it. Someone just spilled half the bowl. We can't waste food now."

"You can't get rice soup if you get porridge. There are still many people hungry."

"There is also some rice soup here. The old, weak, women and children can come here. Some medicinal residues are added to the rice water. It can make you full and strengthen your body. Only the old, weak, women and children can come here!"

"Hey! You kid has already played two bowls. I see you look familiar. Come here!"

A soldier picked up the young boy who was about to make rice soup and threw him to the ground unceremoniously.

The boy was lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

The broken bowl he was holding was broken into pieces. His arms and palms pressed it, and the skin was accidentally cut, causing a lot of blood to leak out.

The boy's clothes were shabbier than those of the other refugees, as if he had stolen an adult's clothes. They just covered his ankles, but they didn't fit, were loose and had dozens of tears.

Jiang Su was also in the queue for porridge. Without this young man, she was soon there.

The little yellow chicken was hidden in her sleeve. She made porridge and sat silently by a tree not far away, looking calmly at the miserable young man on the ground.

"Won't Immortal Lord help him?" the little yellow chicken in the sleeve whispered.

Jiang Su held a broken bowl and glanced at his own hot porridge. He leaned against the tree lazily and said casually, "Wang Minglang, why do you always ask these mindless questions? You will make me doubt that you have not become a monk." How those battles were fought back then.”

A general is so stupid.

Wang Mingliang said bluntly, "As long as there is a military advisor, I will be responsible for fighting. Before I became a monk, my long sword could dismount generals and behead two or three soldiers on the battlefield."

"..."

It turns out you really don’t use your brain very much.

"I have saved him now. Where are the others? As I said, I am just a person with a long lifespan and good at killing people. I can't save them all from suffering."

Jiang Su's tone was calm, but his eyes still fell on the young man not far away.

The young boy showed no emotion. He stood up, forcibly removed the fragment from his arm that had penetrated his flesh, and walked towards an alley away from the Charity Hall.

He walked unhurriedly, lowered his head and patted the flesh on his arm. Some wounds overflowed with blood, and he squeezed out the foreign matter and dust in some wounds.

He passed three side streets and took out a bowl of porridge hidden behind a pile of firewood. Then he quickly turned his head and looked around, carefully hid the porridge in his sleeve, and walked around the alley again. times, and finally walked into an old dilapidated house.

In the leaky shabby room, there was another young man sitting. This was a handsome, pale, clean young man. Even though he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he still couldn't hide his noble temperament.

He looked extremely weak, and there was no color on his lips.

"noob."

The young man who returned home called out softly, and then handed the bowl of porridge to another young man with his own hands, his mouth curved, "I already drank it at the Charity Hall, and I brought this for you. You must be hungry."

The sickly young man was leaning against the wall, his eyes moving slightly, and his eyes were tangled, and he said dubiously, "Brother Lanxi, have you really eaten?"

"Hahaha, I've eaten. How can I still lie to you? There are people in the charity hall who give out porridge and rice soup every day. We are young and can make a bowl of rice soup, but I use this shabby robe to cover my feet. If you pretend to be smarter, you can get another bowl of porridge. If you are not feeling well, I will leave the porridge to you and I will just drink the rice soup."

Lan Xi also sat against the wall, the curvature of her lips not diminishing, and patted Bai Rong's shoulder, "Xiao Bai, eat quickly. Yuzhou City said they have sent disaster relief officials, and we will be able to use them soon." Worrying about food and clothing.”

"You don't know, when the emperor changed two years ago, our village was hit by a locust plague, and the official of Yuzhou City came and gave us a lot of food, even bacon!"

"We just have to endure it for a few more days."

Bai Rong's stomach was already growling. Looking at the cold porridge in the broken bowl, he finally held the bowl and drank it in small sips.

He didn't drink it all, and handed the remaining half to the person next to him, "Brother Lanxi, drink some more. You have to go out every day, it's very hard."

Lan Xi's throat moved slightly, she swallowed quietly, pursed her lips, and pushed away the remaining half bowl of porridge, "I won't drink it, I drank it."

"Xiao Bai, I want you to stay with me for a few more days. If you don't eat well and take good care of yourself, what will I do..."

Bai Rong felt sour in her heart, but she still drank the rest of the porridge.

"Boom-"

There was a knock on the door.

The two of them were like two disturbed kittens. One bared his teeth and furred, while the other was too timid to move.

Lan Xi put her index finger upright in front of her lips, shook her head, and signaled Bai Rong to stay still and make no sound.
He walked quietly to the door.