The day of departure.

Xiang Ling chased after him until outside the city and kept sobbing.

Ye Xuan even wanted to stay here for a moment, accompany Xiang Ling, stay by her side, and live an ordinary life, never separated for generations.

Is it pursuing the supreme divine power in this world?

Or should I keep the most important person in this life and live an ordinary life?

If we can really stay together for a lifetime without any pain or disaster, we may really be willing to choose to stay.

However, in this world, the weak will never be able to control their own destiny.

Ye Xuan would never allow himself to have the power to protect Xiangling's day, and finally chose to take this step.

Under the setting sun, the edge of the ancient city.

Ye Xuan looked at the clouds in the sky and sighed in his heart: This world has finally welcomed me, the disruptor.

For this world, I am a variable, a variable from another world.

If you can't leave some legends in this world, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Xiang Ling watched Ye Xuan walk away until he couldn't see his back. Then he wiped away his tears hard, ran to the top of the city, took out the jade flute and put it to his mouth, and blew a melodious song.

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When Ye Xuan heard the sound of the flute, his heart was filled with turmoil.

The jade flute was carried by Xiang Ling since she was a child. When she was a child, she had to hold it before she could sleep. Perhaps it was left by her parents.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road.

People traveling far away can no longer see it.

Xiang Ling looked back at Ye Qingyang with red eyes and sobbed: "I am willing to wander around the world with my brother...I am willing..."

But Ye Xuan didn't want to be so afraid that she would encounter a little danger.

"Wait. When he has the confidence to go to heaven and earth and no one can stop him, where do you want to go? He will take you there." Ye Qingyang comforted.

...

Ye Xuan rode a horse and arrived in Dongluzhou three days later.

The Eastern Footh Prefecture is a large state facing the sea east of Jiuzhou Da 6. It has a vast territory and a large population.

However, the Eastern Foothills suffered a severe drought last year.

Later, several major sects conducted a survey on their disciples and it was now that Hanba was born, and they worked together to kill this villain.

However, it was already one step late to kill the drought. Large tracts of seedlings in the eastern shores had died, and the people had no harvest.

Ye Xuan walked along the way and saw hunger on the ground. The disaster was very serious and many people were digging for grass roots to fill their hunger.

That afternoon, Ye Xuan came to a village, got off the horse to get water, and saw a thin child leaning under the eaves, his eyes dull, obviously he was so hungry that he was confused.

Ye Xuan couldn't bear it, so he took out a big cake, broke off a piece and handed it to him.

The thin child reached out to pick him up, but he saw food in Ye Xuan's hand around him, and he surrounded him.

"Neither, please give me some food. Our family has been out of food for three months..."

A group of ragged people surrounded him, begging, and staring at the big cake in Ye Xuan's hand.

Ye Xuan had no choice but to hand the pancake to them.

The people rushed up to compete for the big cakes, and in the blink of an eye the big cakes were torn into countless pieces.

What everyone can compete for is not enough to even plug the teeth.

Ye Xuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out all the food in the storage ring and distributed it to these people. Finally, he left half a piece of cake and handed it to the thin child.

The child is dark and thin. Because he is too thin, his head looks big. He takes the big cake and starts eating it in big mouthfuls.

A middle-aged woman knelt down and kowtowed, saying gratefully: "Thank you, noble man... Thank you, noble man..."

Apparently the mother of this child

Ye Xuan felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at these affected people.

No matter what world it is, as long as you use natural disasters, there will be famine and people will starve to death.

There are countries where there are people, and Dongluzhou and Liuyun City both belong to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the government to ignore the disaster in the local area.

"The disaster is so serious, isn't anyone taking care of it?" Ye Xuan asked.

"How can the master of the government take care of us ordinary people?" the middle-aged woman lamented.

"What about the nearby sects? Don't you help?" Ye Xuan asked again.

The middle-aged woman's body trembled. Seeing that Ye Xuan had no malice, she felt a little relieved, but she did not dare to answer Ye Xuan's question again.

"Is there anything that cannot be said?" Ye Xuan frowned and asked.

The middle-aged woman just kept kowtowing: "Thank you, noble man... Thank you, noble man..."

Ye Xuan felt that there was something hidden here, so he took out the last half of the cake and said, "Tell me, I'll give you this half of the cake. I promise that after listening, I won't spread it out."

The middle-aged woman looked at the half pancake in Ye Xuan's hand, her eyes full of desire, but she was afraid and dared not answer.

Finally, the child's father waved to Ye Xuan and invited him, "Is it good to sit in the house?"

Ye Xuan knew that they were afraid of saying things they shouldn't say and being heard by others, so he followed the middle-aged man into the house.

The house is very simple, and the house is barely covered with walls and I can't find a grain of rice.

The middle-aged man brought a short stool and asked Ye Xuan to sit down.

After Ye Xuan sat down, he slowly said, "Young Master doesn't know that our village is called Kuoshan Village, and the closest sect here is the Shadao Sect. This Shadao Sect was not a good thing before, but a group of bandits came. Later, for some reason, he got the title of the government and became a famous sect in a blink of an eye."

Ye Xuan is not unfamiliar with the name Shadao Sect.

I have heard of some things about the Shadao Gate before, and I do hear that the Shadao Gate used to be a bandit.

Objectively speaking, if bandits really stop doing evil, it is actually a good thing for the people nearby.

However, seeing that these villagers are so afraid of the Shadao Sect, it seems that this is not the case.

"What happened later?" Ye Xuan asked.

The middle-aged man sighed and continued, "After the Shadao Sect became a serious sect, he did not continue to rob the family. It's just..."

"It's just that they started to occupy the land, and they would buy any piece of land when they saw it fertile. We ordinary people dared not argue with them. They bought more than a dozen copper coins per acre of land." The middle-aged man said angrily.

"Does the government ignore it?" Ye Xuan asked with a glaring look.

The middle-aged man shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "What do you care about? I heard that the Shadaomen has a close relationship with the county magistrate. Those who went to the county town to complain were beaten back."

"Later, the villagers from nearby towns united together to resist the Shadao Gate and refused to give them land. The Shadao Gate should not dare to kill so many people, so they stopped." The middle-aged man said in anger.

Ye Xuan felt that things were not that simple, so he continued to ask: "What happened later?"

"Later, I barely stabilized for a few years. However, last year, the Eastern Luzhou Prefecture was slaughtered and the fields were not harvested. I don't know how many people starved to death. At this time, the Shadao Gate came out again. I bought a mu of land with a bucket of rice and had to sign a contract to farm for them. The people were almost starving to death, so there was no choice but to sign." The middle-aged man sighed.

Ye Xuan remembered that the annual yield of the land was about twenty buckets, and the Shadao Gate actually bought the land for one-twentieth of the yield per mu.

This is simply a robbery, and the people also have to sign a contract to sell their bodies for them to farm.

However, even with such harsh conditions, for those who are about to starve to death, selling the land to be a slave is better than starving to death.
Chapter completed!