The senior brothers and sisters walked while talking. Half an hour later, they turned into the official road from a quiet winding path.

The official road suddenly became lively, not lively in the ordinary sense, but many refugees gathered on both sides of the official road.

They were wearing tattered clothes, some were digging hard at grass roots and tree roots, some were sitting in a daze, and some were lying on piles of withered grass, dying.

Among the crowd, there were also simple tents.

This place was very far from the city. What were they gathering here for, and they had nothing to eat? Chu Caiwei saw this and was a little confused.

When she withdrew her gaze and looked at Yang Qianhuan in front of her, she found that he had already put on a curtain hat. What was hanging down was not light gauze, but thick cotton cloth, the kind of thick cotton that even extraordinary warriors could not see through. .

“Mom, I’m so hungry”

On the roadside, a six or seven-year-old boy was curled up in his mother's arms.

The mother and son were unkempt and skinny from hunger.

"Stay up a little longer and you won't be hungry anymore."

The young mother held her child in her arms, shivering in the cold wind, and said, "You won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

The young mother had many bruises on her face, dark red blood on her wrists, and white lips. She seemed to be injured...

Chu Caiwei's eyes reflected the helpless and numb expression of the young woman, the child's desire for food and the fear of hunger.

She walked over slowly, knelt down in front of the mother and son, and took out two steamed buns wrapped in butter paper from the deerskin belt bag she carried with her.

In an instant, a pair of bloodshot eyes looked over, glowing with an indescribable light, as terrifying as if they were not from humans.

The young woman took the steamed bun, shook the sleepy child awake, and said eagerly:

“Eat quickly, eat quickly”

At the same time, while stuffing steamed buns into her mouth, she grabbed the sharp stone lying next to her and glanced fiercely at the surrounding refugees who were swallowing saliva and eager to try.

During the process, she kept urging the child to eat faster.

When Chu Caiwei saw the boy choking and his eyes turned white, he quickly took out the water bag and handed it over, saying softly:

"Slow down and drink some water."

While the boy was drinking water, Chu Caiwei looked at the young woman and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

From what she has seen and heard, there are roughly three ways for refugees to survive. One is to turn into bandits and loot other people, just like locusts passing through the border, and the people who were looted also become refugees, and the scale is getting larger and larger.

One is to stay outside the city and rely on charity from the court, or to search for food in the mountains and plains.

One is to be recruited into the army and become a militia.

In this last situation, the fewest people were selected. Firstly, the imperial court had limited food and grass and could not afford to raise too many militiamen. Secondly, there was a war in Qingzhou and they became militiamen who would soon be transported to the battlefield in Qingzhou.

And these refugees gather here, without access to a village or shop, sitting in the cold wind waiting to die?

The young woman took two bites of the steamed bun, then stopped eating it. She held it in her hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"There is a mountain six miles ahead, and there are mountain kings on the mountain. They go out to grab things every now and then. Every time they come back after robbing, they will send someone over to deliver some food."

When the young woman saw that the child had finished eating the steamed buns, she handed the one in her hand over:

"Eat it"

She then looked at Chu Caiwei, and after examining her, she begged in a low voice:

"Girl, can you take my child away?"

Chu Caiwei was stunned. She definitely couldn't take a child with her. The boy looked about the same age as Xu Lingyin, but he was thin and timid. He was obviously not as easy to support as Xu Lingyin.

Moreover, she was exiled by Si Tianjian and traveled around. The frail children could not bear the pain of traveling around.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly heard the young woman lamenting:

"I almost couldn't save him. Those people looked at him more and more strangely. Someone quietly took my child away last night. Fortunately, I woke up in time and fought them to death."

Chu Caiwei suddenly understood what was going on with the bruises on her face and the dark red blood on her hands.

At this moment, Chu Caiwei could hardly breathe.

At this time, her ears moved and she heard the sound of horse hooves.

She stood up and looked towards the official road in front, and saw a cavalry galloping towards them. The leader was a beautiful woman in a black dress, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of heroic spirit.

"Wow!"

The lifeless refugees came to life in an instant, jumped up from the ground, and moved towards the cavalry.

Snapped!

The woman in black skirt whipped her horsewhip to push back the refugees who were coming up, and shouted:

"Let's line up. If anyone dares to collide, my aunt will be whipped to death."

The refugees seemed to be extremely afraid of her, and they arranged themselves in order.

The cavalrymen dismounted, each holding a cloth bag with steamed buns in it, and handed one to each person.

When every refugee received food, the bags were empty.

The woman in black skirt was riding on horseback, looking Yang Qianhuan and Chu Caiwei up and down, and said:

"Looking at the way you are dressed, you don't look like disaster victims. Where are you from?"

Chu Caiwei was about to speak when she saw Yang Qianhuan floating in the air, turning his back to everyone, and said slowly:

“There is no such person in the world as he invites the bright moon to pick up the stars with his hands.

"If heaven had not given birth to me, Yang Qianhuan, my great service would last forever like a long night."

Including the refugees, everyone present was stunned and looked in awe.

The woman in the black skirt was full of fear, but she didn't dare to make a mistake and said in a deep voice:

"What is the purpose of your visit here?"

She quietly tightened her grip on the handle of the knife.

Not long ago, the government sent troops to attack the mountain in an attempt to annihilate them.

Although he was defeated in the end, Li Lang expected that the government would not give up. At this juncture, a mysterious figure with good cultivation suddenly appeared, most likely a master sent by the imperial court.

Yang Qianhuan said slowly:

"I came here to visit my friend Li Lingsu, have you heard anything about it?"

The sun hangs warmly in the sky, bringing no warmth at all. In this small mountain village that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, smoke is curling up from the cooking pots.

A man in shabby cotton clothes, carrying a bamboo basket, came to the watchtower at the entrance of the village and shouted:

"Come down for dinner."

"OK"

On the watchtower, the guy responsible for the lookout responded. At this time, he suddenly wondered:

"Hey, the fourth master is back, why did he bring so many people with him?"

The woman in the black dress hurriedly arrived outside the cottage and completed the "Come back safely" gesture with the guard on the watchtower.

The village gate slowly opened.

"Fourth Master, why did you bring back those victims outside?"

A guard diligently stepped forward to lead the horse. At the same time, his eyes kept drifting to the girl in the yellow dress behind him.

With big almond eyes, a slightly thin face, and delicate and delicate facial features, she is an extremely rare beauty.

The woman in black skirt said calmly:

"These are not our people. Let's settle them casually for now."

After a simple explanation, she got off her horse and walked inside with Chu Caiwei.

Along the way, they passed through simple wooden houses and loess houses. They arrived at their destination. It was still a loess house, but with a fence outside.

The woman in black skirt shouted:

"Li Lang, come out. An old friend is looking for you."

After a while, three people came out of the room. The one in the middle was handsome and elegant, and he was a good young man in the world.

On the right is a beautiful woman in a white dress with a graceful temperament, and on the left is a woman in purple with fair skin and clear eyes.

They are all very beautiful beauties.

After seeing Chu Caiwei, Bai Qun and Zi Yi frowned slightly and their eyes became wary.

"Miss Caiwei!"

Li Lingsu, who had been in contact with Yang Qianhuan for a long time, was not surprised at all. He looked around and said:

"Where's Brother Yang?"

At this moment, Yang Qianhuan's chanting voice came from the tiles on the roof:
To be continued...