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 too 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 looked nothing like the suave Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan asked Qin's girlfriend to stuff the three Luo Shen Fu people 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 one hour.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the top of 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 and fields to the south and west of the city, thick smoke billows, and the air is 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 imperial 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 this way, it's never changed.
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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. But he didn't know that the bamboo forest was protected by the imperial court. The two of them carried the raft and were arrested.
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, Shandong, and the Central Plains, which were important grain producing areas.
The loss of these places has caused a shortage of food in the world.
In the past, the imperial 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 the food and grass for the 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 barkgrass roots have been eaten away.
A relatively large group of refugees appeared in front, at least several hundred people.
They were all women and children in ragged clothes and skinny bones. There was almost no 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 there was almost no sound.
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
Died on 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 off. The court said that they would move south and there would be food available along the way. But within two hundred miles of traveling south, there would be no porridge sheds... Sigh.
, 20,000 people, that’s all that’s left now.
I can't die, I want to raise my children so that they can kill enemies in the future..."
Ye Xiaochuan looked silently at the thin woman's retreating back.
He stood still for a long time.
He did not help these people who were about to starve to death.
Because he knew that what he saw before him was just the tip of the iceberg.
How many people can 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 starve to death?
At dusk, Ye Xiaochuan appeared in Jinling.
Now Jinling is the capital of the Central Plains Dynasty, and Zhao Shiyu is the new emperor.
Along the way, Jinling was the only big city that Ye Xiaochuan saw that was still functioning normally.
But this is only within the city.
Outside the city, there are still tents set up by refugees stretching for hundreds of miles.
This is a memory that has long been ingrained into the genes of the people of Middle-earth.
They felt that if they were closer to the emperor, there would always be something to eat.
Therefore, many refugees gathered near Jinling City.
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>The imperial court has been persuading them that Jinling is not safe, so they should continue to move south and move as far south as possible before the cold winter comes.
But they couldn't move anymore.
I don't have the strength to go any further.
The court wanted to control it, but couldn't, so more and more refugees gathered.
Ye Xiaochuan was very disappointed with Zhao Shiyu.
If we only lost half of our country, how could we make all the people in the world miserable?
He flew directly into the palace without announcing his home address.
Hanging above the palace, Ye Xiaochuan said loudly: "Zhao Shiyu!"
His voice spread quickly under the stimulation of Zhen Yuan, and the people of the entire Jinling City could hear the cry.
Jinling, as the companion capital, has been under construction.
There are six yamen here, and the palace is magnificent.
It was already dusk, and Zhao Shiyu had just left the court and was having a meeting with several ministers in the imperial study.
Hearing this rich 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 an eagle, and he quickly found Zhao Shiyu's figure in the huge imperial city.
He moved and disappeared in mid-air, leaving the monks of the Royal Cultivation Academy who besieged him confused.
When Ye Xiaochuan appeared again, he was already standing in front of Zhao Shiyu.
Although Zhao Shiyu was startled, he did not panic. The golden dragon energy on his body swelled, and there was a faint dragon roar.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Shiyu spoke slowly.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "We met in Mount Tai. Have you forgotten what you promised me? Zhao Shiyu, is this the world you govern?"
Zhao Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, and he knew that the person in front of him was Ye Xiaochuan.
"How dare you call the emperor by his name!" a courtier behind him shouted loudly.
Zhao Shiyu immediately waved his hand and said: "Step back."
Then, he said to Ye Xiaochuan: "I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so soon. Sect Master Ye, please come into the study for a chat."
(I suddenly received the news the day before yesterday. I have been home for the past two days to deal with unfinished matters from last time. I didn’t have time to ask for leave. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!)