The rise of planes

Chapter 147 Unsatisfied Refugees (Part [-])
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At this time, there were seven middle-aged men sitting on chairs around the long table, six of them sat facing each other, and the other one was sitting at the end of the long table, who was Jianghu Qixiaosheng's elder brother.

"Brother, is there any news to be released this time when the brothers are gathered together?" The atmosphere in the wooden house was very calm, Da Xiaosheng kept smiling quietly, and Er Xiaosheng asked after waiting for a while.

As soon as Er Xiaosheng opened his mouth, the other five also looked at Da Xiaosheng who was sitting on the main seat with a faint smile.

"Yes, there is indeed news to be released. The imperial court sent someone to contact me and wanted to use our hands to release some news."

"The imperial court? Brother, have you had contact with them?"

"Of course not. I'm not that stupid to reveal my real identity. Anyway, the content of this message is as follows..." Da Xiaosheng said the news slowly.

After listening, the six Xiaosheng frowned.

"The Martial Dao Competition, at this time, the court still has the mind to engage in this thing? It's really inexplicable." Er Xiaosheng shook his head, unable to figure out the news.

"It doesn't matter, we use money to do things. Since he gave money, we will help spread the news, so brothers, I will distribute the money to you later, or print the content of the news on paper according to the method last time. , Three days later in the morning, I used my men to disperse the papers with the news in every county and town, making sure that most people knew about it.”

"But brother, what if we can't get in to Xijiang County?" Someone asked.

"Xijiang County, let me figure out a way, you just need to be in charge of the place you allocated." Da Xiaosheng replied without hesitation.

"Yes, we understand." The six Xiaosheng nodded in response.

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Five miles away from the wasteland, there is a town named Xumu Town.

Near noon, at the entrance of Xuanlingzong Hall.

"Master Deacon, the wasteland is vast enough to accommodate 1 people to train together, but it is now occupied by refugees who migrated. If you want to use it, you can only find a way to get them to leave the wasteland."

The inner disciple who was in charge of this place cupped his hands and saluted, and said to a deacon from Xuanlingzong.

"Well, the Lord Protector personally ordered to clear the wasteland within one day, what can you do?" Deacon Zhou said.

"The disciple thinks that we can spread the news to them during the noon soup, and let them leave on their own. If there are obstacles or those who don't follow, we can use force to deter them, and if necessary, we can kill them." The disciple said.

"That's right, what's your name?" Deacon Zhou asked approvingly.

"Master Deacon, my disciple's name is Liu Shan." Liu Shan said flattered.

The current Xuanling Sect is not as good as before, with the appearance of the Xue Danshi in the sect, there is rarely a shortage of pills in the sect.

The original deacons are now all masters of the ninth level of the Martial Dao Realm, and it is rumored that deacons like Deacon Li and Zhou who follow the Lord Protector have broken through to the innate realm, and they can ask their names, which is not the case for ordinary inner disciples. And other honors.

"Well, it's almost noon now, you go get ready first, and call me when you're done." Deacon Zhou nodded.

"Yes, the disciple will go down and get ready first." Liu Shan bowed his hands and bid farewell.

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wilderness.

This place was originally an endless wilderness, but now it is occupied by refugees who migrated from other counties. Looking around, you can see all kinds of tents, bedding, carriages and other things, filling the whole wasteland in a mess.

These things are temporary residences for refugees. As the number of refugees increases, prices in various towns continue to soar. The inn basically costs one price per day. The most common guest rooms cost two taels of silver, and they can only stay for one night. The empty houses in various towns were snapped up at the very beginning.

It is impossible for these migrating refugees to bring all their property. What they carry are only the most valuable or useful things for them. There is no way they can support them to live in the town all the time. As a last resort, they have to leave the city.

The poor have no extra possessions, and they sleep on the quilts they brought with them. Those who are a little bit rich buy a tent in the town to live temporarily, and those who are richer live in a carriage, and they live day by day. life.

The whole wasteland is full of mourning and complaints, and the people are in dire straits.

At noon, almost all the refugees poked their heads out from where they were lying on their stomachs, looking in a certain direction, waiting for someone from the Xuanling Sect to give them a bite to eat.

Of course, although some people do not live in the town, they disdain Xuanlingzong's porridge and rice. They have their own food.

However, they dare not take it out to eat now, but wait until Xuanlingzong has finished the fasting meal, so as not to cause other refugees to rob, otherwise, what can they do when they are hungry, use milk melon seeds to eat You can know everything you want.

It's just that this time Xuanlingzong delivered porridge and rice later than usual, just when the refugees were impatient.

There was finally movement.

"They are here, look quickly." Suddenly, someone with good eyes saw the gate of Xumu Town, and a group of people came here carrying a dozen large tanks.

"Hey, it can be regarded as coming, I almost starved to death."

"That's right, it's so late, what's going on with Xuanlingzong today?"

"Isn't it! They don't know that so many of us are living on this bowl of rice. We came so late, so we have to chat with their leaders later."

"That's right, I think a few bowls of porridge and rice every day are not enough, why don't we talk to them, how about increasing meat?"

"Meat? Can they agree? What if you get angry and don't even give us porridge and rice?"

"What are you afraid of? Why are there so many of us? What can we do? At worst, we will go together, even the Xuanling Sect must let us go."

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All of a sudden, the entire wasteland was buzzing like thousands of mosquitoes. It was extremely noisy and annoying. Some people said it without gratitude at all, so they just said it so bluntly.

"Are the refugees in this wasteland usually like this?" Halfway through, Deacon Zhou became gloomy.

Since breaking through to the innate realm, even a mosquito can be heard hundreds of meters away, but the voices of those refugees in the wasteland are so loud that they can't be heard.

He discerned some remarks, and suddenly felt angry, extremely angry.

"Yes, it's like this every day. Every time the Zongmen gives out porridge, they talk in a mess, and they always react like this." Liu Shan didn't know what Deacon Zhou was talking about, and thought it was the refugees who were making noise. He didn't like messy scenes.

That's why I suddenly got angry.

But it is not the case. Although Liu Shan is an inner disciple, his cultivation is at the fifth level of the Martial Dao Realm. This kind of cultivation ranks in the middle and lower ranks among the inner disciples of the Xuanling Sect. Although the refugees can be heard talking, the voice Noisy, he couldn't tell what he was talking about, he thought it was just a little excited to see them coming.

Deacon Zhou walked ahead without saying a word, but his face became more and more gloomy.

Liu Shan suddenly panicked, thinking that Deacon Zhou was angry with him, so he didn't even say a word, and just followed him cautiously.

"Boy Liu, you've come here. You're several quarters of an hour later than last time, do you know?" When they arrived at the refugee place, an old man in his sixties rushed over impatiently. Said.

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(End of this chapter)