Immortal and Demon Cultivation

He saw Xiao Qi rushing toward him like an angry tigress.

Ye Xiaochuan avoided while saying: "Xiao Qi, I brought your fiancé to you. It doesn't matter if you don't thank me. Why do you still beat me? This is so heartless!"

Xiao Qi shouted: "Luo Shenfu is not my fiancé! Stop! I will kill you!"

Only then did Luo Shenfu and the others see clearly that the person being chased and beaten by Xiao Qi was the kind brother who invited them to eat steamed buns yesterday morning.

"Ye Xiaochuan?"

Luo Shenfu didn't react.

He had dealt with Ye Xiaochuan, and the honest man in front of him did not look like the suave Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan asked Qin's girlfriend to stuff the three people from Luo Shenfu into Youquan Pagoda. .??.

Xiaoqi still refused to let go, and finally caught Ye Xiaochuan, rode on his back, and grabbed her ears.

Ye Xiaochuan had no choice but to stuff her into Youquan Pagoda.

Then he said goodbye to the old storyteller, Master Qiu and others, put away the Youquan Pagoda, hung it on his waist, and flew towards the east in the air.

The reason why Ye Xiaochuan did not go to southern Xinjiang to look for Big Head was because he wanted to take advantage of this period of time to make final arrangements for the battle of Kunlun Mountain.

Everyone else was in the Youquan Pagoda, and he was the only one flying in the air.

He is very fast and can fly thousands of miles in an hour.

Half an hour later, he arrived above Hanyang City.

Langya Mountain to the east of Hanyang City still stands on the bank of the Yangtze River as in memory.

Ye Xiaochuan did not go to Langya Mountain, but fell into Hanyang City.

Most of the people here died overnight, and now there are not many people left.

In the mountains to the south and west of the city, thick smoke billowed, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.

It was the smoke and smell of burning corpses.

Nearly a million corpses cannot be disposed of in a short time.

In order to breed the plague, the court could only gather these corpses and burn them.

Ye Xiaochuan was walking on the streets of Hanyang City, looking at the once prosperous city reduced to a dead city, his face was ugly.

He is a person who values ​​human life very seriously.

It's always been that way, it's never changed.

We walked around inside and outside Hanyang City and left in the afternoon.

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On the way, he saw many familiar scenery, such as the bamboo forest in the north of Langya Mountain.

I remember that he and Baili Yuan passed by here when they were practicing and had no money to take a boat. In the end, Ye Xiaochuan cut down bamboo and made a big raft by himself. But he didn't know that the bamboo forest was protected by the imperial court. The two of them carried the raft and were A dozen government officials holding chains chased him.

The past events are vivid in my mind, but things seem to have changed before my eyes.

Refugees can be seen everywhere in the wilderness, like soulless zombies, and the ancient roads in the wilderness are littered with the corpses of fallen human beings.

Central China lost half of its territory, especially northern Liaoning, Lu, and the Central Plains, which were important grain producing areas.

The loss of these places has caused food shortage in the world.

In the past, the court had enough food and grass, but this time the catastrophe has been going on for two years, and the food and grass were consumed too quickly.

In order to ensure food and grass for soldiers fighting on the front line, the imperial court could only reduce the expenses of the people in the rear, leaving many people to starve to death.

In many places the bark grass roots have been eaten away.

A relatively large group of refugees appeared in front, at least several hundred people.

They are all women and children in ragged clothes and skinny bones. There is hardly an elderly person in sight.

These people dragged wooden carts and slowly crawled southward along the ancient wilderness road at a very slow speed.

The team was miserable, but almost silent.

Only those who have truly experienced hunger will understand that it is difficult for people to speak when they are hungry.

Ye Xiaochuan fell from the clouds and looked at a woman in her forties with sallow skin, holding a baby in her arms and carrying another on her back.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan, the lady's eyes were numb and full of despair.

If she was a dead person, there would be absolutely no doubt about it.

The skinny woman did not ask for food from the well-dressed monk in front of her.

She just glanced at Ye Xiaochuan and then continued walking forward.

"Where did you come from?"

"Cangzhou." The thin woman's lips moved slightly and she spoke in a very low voice, as if she was whispering to herself.

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language.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to hear it.

Ye Xiaochuan's monk can hear subtle sounds.

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Where are you going?"

"Southern Xinjiang... I heard that there is a way to survive in southern Xinjiang."

"where is your family?"

The skinny woman stopped, her eyes seemed to have regained some vitality, and said: "I have two sons and one daughter. The eldest son died in Niangziguan. The younger son is a scholar. I heard that he went to the West after abandoning his pen and joining the army last year. On the front line battlefield, my daughter... After my daughter gave birth to these two babies, she went to Xuzhou with the Women's Army to help the court build the Huaihe River defense line... My old man... half a month ago, in order to save some rations for the two babies, I hung myself Dead in a tree."

The corners of Ye Xiaochuan's mouth twitched slightly.

He asked sadly: "Are these people all from Cangzhou?"

The skinny woman glanced at the lifeless team and nodded slightly: "There were more than 20,000 people when we set out. The court said that we would move south and there would be food along the way, but there was no porridge stall less than 200 miles south... Alas, 20,000 people, now this is all that is left.

I can't die, I want to raise my children, and they will go to kill the enemy in the future..."

Ye Xiaochuan silently watched the skinny woman's gradually receding back.

He stood there for a long time.

He didn't help those who were about to starve to death.

Because he knew that what was in front of him was just the tip of the iceberg.

How many people could he help?

The most important thing now is to end this damn catastrophe as soon as possible.

But during this period, how many innocent people will be starved to death?

At dusk, Ye Xiaochuan appeared in Jinling.

Now Jinling is the capital of the Central Plains Dynasty, and Zhao Shiyu is already the new emperor.

Flying all the way, Jinling is the only big city that Ye Xiaochuan has seen that is still functioning normally.

But this is only limited to the city.

Outside the city, there are still tents built by refugees stretching for hundreds of miles.

This is a memory that has long been deeply rooted in the genes of the people of the Middle Earth.

They feel that if they are closer to the emperor, they will always have something to eat.

So many refugees gather near Jinling City.

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But they can no longer walk.

There is no strength to walk anymore.

The court wants to manage, but it can't, so the refugees gather more and more.

Ye Xiaochuan is very disappointed with Zhao Shiyu.

It's just that half of the country has been lost, how can it cause the lives of the people of the whole world to be destroyed?

He didn't introduce himself and flew directly into the palace.

Hanging above the palace, Ye Xiaochuan said loudly: "Zhao Shiyu!"

His voice spread quickly under the urging of the true essence, and the people of the whole Jinling City could hear this shout.

As a secondary capital, Jinling has been under construction.

Here, the six ministries are complete and the palace is magnificent.

It was dusk at this moment. Zhao Shiyu had just come down from court and was meeting with several ministers in the imperial study.

Hearing this deep voice, he was slightly startled.

When he walked out of the study, he saw dozens of streams of light shooting out, surrounding a man in the air.

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were like eagles, and he soon found Zhao Shiyu's figure in the huge imperial city.

He moved his body and disappeared in mid-air, leaving the cultivators of the Royal Cultivation Academy who besieged him in a daze.

When Ye Xiaochuan appeared again, he was already standing in front of Zhao Shiyu.

Although Zhao Shiyu was startled, he was not panicked. The golden dragon energy on his body was surging, and there was a faint dragon roar.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Shiyu spoke slowly.

Ye Xiaochuan said: "We met at Mount Tai. Have you forgotten what you promised me? Zhao Shiyu, is this the world you rule?"

Zhao Shiyu was stunned, then his eyes fixed, knowing that the person in front of him was Ye Xiaochuan.

"How dare you call the emperor's name!" A minister behind him shouted.

Zhao Shiyu immediately waved his hand and said: "Retreat."

As he said, he said to Ye Xiaochuan: "I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so soon. Master Ye, please come into the study and have a chat."

(I suddenly received the news the day before yesterday. I went home to deal with the unfinished business last time these two days. I didn't have time to ask for leave. Sorry, sorry! Sorry!)