Then I thought that this girl seemed to be a martial arts practitioner, so there was nothing surprising about that.
People who practice martial arts can see in all directions and listen in all directions. If they don't have this ability, how can they talk about traveling in the world?
Tong Yan, who had rested in the inn for two days, packed up and was ready to go. He walked to the counter and asked, "Do you have a map here? I just came here and I don't know the road."
"May I ask where the girl wants to go?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you. If you have a map, just give it to me and I will pay."
Hearing Tong Yan say that he couldn't hear, the shopkeeper looked at her in surprise. He really didn't expect that such a beautiful girl could not hear.
No wonder the waiter said that this customer was cold before. It turned out to be this reason.
"Please wait a moment. I'll look for it for you right now. I seem to have bought a map before." The shopkeeper said this and made a gesture to tell Tong Yan not to leave yet.
Seeing him bending down to find something, Tong Yan knew that this meant something, so he stood there and waited.
After waiting for too long, the shopkeeper straightened up and handed out a piece of gray cowhide, "The map is not big and not very detailed. I'll ask you for directions again when you get to the next city."
After I finished speaking, I remembered that she couldn't hear her and it would be useless to speak.
Tong Yan looked at the map, put down a piece of silver, put the map away and left.
The shopkeeper collected the money and muttered as he thought of something, "I heard that there are a lot of refugees coming over from Shi'an. There are people fleeing both inside and outside the city. I don't know if the weather will get colder in a month or so. I'm going to die again."
How many people..."
Tong Yan flew with his sword according to the map. The name of the country, as well as a few official roads and cities were marked on the map. Other information was pitifully sparse.
Now, she was going to visit Shi'an, the largest city on the map.
As we drove all the way, we seemed to see more and more refugees on the road. Generally, refugees would appear in groups, most likely because there was a major natural disaster or war somewhere.
There are many kinds of natural disasters, such as floods, earthquakes, droughts, and plagues.
But no matter which one, it will undoubtedly cause large-scale population death, and countless people will be displaced and flee from their homes.
After Tong Yan landed at a hidden place outside the city, he walked to the city gate.
Just like the last town, there were many officers and soldiers guarding the city gate, and they were checking one by one. The level of rigor was even higher than what she had encountered before.
Refugees are not allowed to enter, and anyone with a fever and cough will be taken away.
Most of the refugees who cannot enter the city are waiting not far away, eager for a chance to enter the city.
Among them, there is a young boy walking among the refugees, seeming to be persuading something.
After he said a few words, someone stood up and followed him. When no one stood up anymore, he led the people towards the opposite direction of the city gate.
The officers and soldiers looked at them indifferently, having become accustomed to them and didn't pay much attention to them.
Curious for a moment, Tong Yan followed the refugees to see where they were going.
After seeing a large area of simple shacks lined up one after another, with a family packed into each one, I realized that this was a refugee shelter outside the city.
Sheds are still being built in the open space next to them, and the people who are helping are able-bodied men among the refugees.
There were also one or two better-dressed people on the side giving instructions and helping out from time to time.
As for the woman, she had seen something sewing before, probably making the top of the shed.
After looking at many places, Tong Yan, who was spotless, was clearly incompatible with the entire refugee community, so he was easily noticed.
Including the young man who just brought people here.
"Who are you looking for, girl? Or are you here for something?" The boy wiped his dirty hands and asked Tong Yan a few steps away.
Tong Yan noticed that he was looking at her, so she turned around and looked over. Seeing his lips moving, she said first, "I can't hear the sound for the moment. I can't hear what you said."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pointed to the ground, squatted down, picked up a branch, and started writing on the ground.
"I'll write it for you."
Tong Yan nodded and walked over, looked at him and said, "Okay."
"Why did you come to the refugee center? You don't look like a refugee."
"I just saw you pulling people in at the city gate. I was curious, so I came to take a look." Tong Yan said.
While talking, Tong Yan also discovered something interesting. Although the boy was wearing baggy clothes, his face was dirty.
But it is not difficult to see that her facial features are delicate and delicate, and her figure is obviously petite, not much different from her.
From this, Tong Yan's eyes turned to his neck, and sure enough, there was no Adam's apple at all.
At this time, something was written on the ground again, "What is there to see here?"
Tong Yan didn't answer. After squatting down and getting closer, he asked her in a low voice, "You are actually a girl, right?"
The 'young man''s eyes widened in vain, looking at her in great surprise, as if to say, how do you know that?
Then he looked up nervously and looked around, fearing that someone might hear him.
Seeing this, Tong Yan comforted her and said, "There is no one else around, so don't worry."
The girl felt relieved a little and blurted out, "How did you see that?"
After she finished speaking, she remembered that she couldn't hear her, so she was holding a branch to write, but Tong Yan already understood her meaning instantly.
He held her hand while she was writing and said, "You are petite, and anyone who is a little more careful can see it."
There was a slight panic on the girl's face. After all, it was inconvenient to tell a woman's identity when she was out, and she was also easily targeted by people with ill intentions, which would bring danger.
After thinking about the contents of the storage bag, Tong Yan finally pulled out a talisman and handed it to her.
"It can protect you twice and will be automatically triggered when you encounter danger."
Although this kind of talisman can withstand very limited attacks, it is still very effective in blocking attacks from ordinary people.
The girl took the talisman doubtfully and turned it over and over to try to figure out the meaning. However, the crooked talisman was written in one stroke. How could she understand what was written.
She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but she swallowed it halfway and buried herself in writing.
"Are you a magic stick? I don't have any money to give you." I was thinking at the same time, is such a young girl going to work for a magic stick?
After Tong Yan read it, he erased the words and wrote quickly.
"Are you the cultivator they say?!"
The last few words were written very poorly, which shows how excited she was when she wrote them.
After finishing writing, the girl raised her head and stared at Tong Yan expectantly.
After reading the words, Tong Yan couldn't help but smile and said, "It's a monk. Can you tell me where this is and what the nearby monk sects are."
After Tong Yan answered in the affirmative, the girl's eyes brightened up and her excitement was palpable.
"I saw a living cultivator!"
Tong Yan looked at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, thinking in his mind, what was she just saying?
After realizing that Tong Yan didn't make a sound, the girl realized that she was too excited and quickly calmed down some of her emotions.
Pretending to be reserved, he coughed and quickly wrote a long string of words on the ground with a branch.
"My name is Yunlu. The sect you asked about, I know there is the Dahe Sect and the Venomous Fang Sect. I heard from them that these are not good places. They only capture children and go back to make alchemy. Oh, there is also one called Baiyin Valley.
, I heard that the doctors who treated the epidemic in Hecheng came from there."
Tong Yan's eyes stopped on the words Baiyingu and muttered something in a low voice.