Among the nine places of the Ming Dynasty, except for the central place of Wanlong Road, the most prosperous ones are Jiangnan and Dongyue.
These two places are surrounded by water and adjacent to the sea. They can trade with overseas islands and have been prosperous places for thousands of years.
In comparison, the northwest area outside the Great Wall, Longyuan Ding'an Road, appears to be very barren, with vast land and sparsely populated areas.
However, with the frequent chaos in the world, Yang Yu's reputation gradually spread, especially since there has been no war in the northwest for more than ten years, which attracted a group of people who were disturbed by the war and were forced to migrate.
Huhu~
The cold wind blew heavy snow, and a huge chariot drawn by four dragon horses slowly passed the official road.
"Among the common people in Shengdou, there are also some courageous people."
"Choosing to go into exile in the northwest may be the only right decision they make in their lives..." Inside the raised car curtain, Hanyue Sanren sighed slightly: "The only way to force these people to flee to the northwest is Ding'an Road, Dongyang Road
The situation is very bad."
The delicate female disciple's face turned red. She looked at the refugees shivering in the snow and couldn't help but shake her head.
Since ancient times, refugees have mostly fled to wealthy lands and fled to the northwest. That is so rare.
"Although Li Chuang's momentum is huge, there is a mixture of fish and dragons under the nunnery. It's okay when he is not in power, but when he is in power, haha."
Hanyue Sanren shook his head:
"They are still there. They fled to the northwest. If they go to Dongyang Road, I am afraid it will be worse. A few months ago, Dongyang was in chaos, and it was suspected that a 'demon' appeared in the world."
"These days are getting more and more sad."
Huddled in her master's arms, the delicate female disciple felt a little sad.
If she hadn't been taken in by her master, I'm afraid that even if she and her family hadn't died in the wind and snow that lasted for many years, they would have been affected by the war and their homes would have been broken down.
Just looking at the huge flow of refugees along the official road makes me feel a little unbearable:
"Based on previous years' experience, after this light snowfall, there will be a heavy snowstorm that lasts for more than four months. I am afraid that most of these people will die on the road."
The people who could escape to the Northwest Road could only come from Ding'an Road and Longyuan Road, and Lizhou and Ding'an bordered on each other. It was self-evident where these people came from.
However, although the two roads border each other, they are not that close.
In fact, this group of refugees will not be able to reach Lizhou City in another year.
"As the teacher said, when has it ever happened?" Hanyue Sanren smiled and pointed to a few miles away. It was vaguely visible in the wind and snow, like a small temporary gathering place."
"listen……"
"ah?"
The female disciple was slightly startled when she heard a high-pitched, long-lasting voice coming from a very far distance.
The sound was like thunder, but very dull.
"What's this?"
The female disciple couldn't help but poke her head out. Her eyesight was not bad. She looked intently and saw a huge 'python' galloping from a distance at an extremely fast speed.
"Snake demon!"
She shrank in fear. In the past few years, there were far more rumors about demons hurting people than anywhere else.
"What snake demon? This is an armored vehicle built by Qi Changfa."
Without Hanyue Sanren's orders, the disciples driving the cart had already sped up. With the dragon and horse neighing, the gathering place was already close in an instant...
At this time, there was a huge crowd in the gathering place. Tens of thousands of refugees, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, climbed into the huge thing one after another, which was about ten feet wide, one foot two high and several hundred feet long.
Seeing this scene, Hanyue Sanren couldn't help but grow his beard in his hand, and was amazed: "In one day, ten thousand people can be transported thousands of miles. Qi Changfa is indeed amazing, and it is worthy of being..."
He didn't say the last half of the sentence.
"Is this a carriage?"
The delicate female disciple was surprised and looked over, very curious.
But when the crowd was full, the huge thing made a loud noise and flew into the distance with air currents visible to the naked eye, and I felt very awe-inspiring.
This speed is even faster than that of a dragon and horse. It can't run thousands of miles in an hour?
She was shocked, and all the disciples also shouted in surprise. The newly arrived refugees were even more shocked. Many of them were holding bowls of porridge and crying loudly.
"No wonder Master said that..."
Several disciples who were driving the carriages also stood up. They couldn't help but be shocked when they looked at the porridge shacks in the gathering place and the armored carriages that were invisible in the distance.
In a time of war, robbing people is normal.
But this "people" never includes refugees. The refugees in this gathering place may seem vast, but in fact, a team of a hundred cavalry can kill them all. Even real people are from big and small families, squire disciples, and sects.
Master, local power.
These people have gold, silver, martial arts, and connections.
They are the ones who are being robbed by all forces. Refugees are just tired mastiffs. They are wasting rice and food while they are alive, and they are of no use to the fight for the world.
The Northwest Road is willing to accept these refugees and give them some rice and porridge, but it actually uses such treasures to pick up these...
"Find a restaurant to stay." Hanyue Sanren ordered.
This gathering place was obviously newly built recently, but it occupies a very large area. Although the city wall has not yet been repaired, all the facilities inside are complete.
In addition to the refugee camps, there are also complete streets, as well as shops including blacksmith shops, inns, restaurants, etc.
This one is built according to the appearance of a city.~~
For more than ten years, the Northwest Road plundered large and small families and used work as relief. I don't know how many large and small gathering places like this were built in the land of three states and two hundred and nine prefectures.
"This King of the Northwest is somewhat benevolent, but why do you always come here?"
Everyone, including the female disciples, looked at each other a little as they listened to their master's detailed account of the changes in the Northwest Path over the years.
Whether the Northwest Road is good or bad, what does it have to do with them?
With their martial arts skills, even if the situation becomes several times more chaotic, they will still not be short of food and clothing.
"I'm going to the northwest here, my teacher will find a way out for you. In the future, no matter which side takes over the world, there will be a place for you."
After finding an inn to stay, Hanyue Sanren, who was never very generous, ordered a table of dishes and invited everyone.
The disciples looked at each other in shock, holding their bowls and chopsticks and not daring to do anything.
"Master, please, don't scare me." The female disciple couldn't help but grab his palm.
"It's no big deal. I've found a way out for you. Next, the old Taoist will have to fight for himself!" Hanyue Sanren took away his arm and stood up slowly. The expressions of everyone changed, but they seemed to be frozen in place.
Unable to move…
I could only watch helplessly as my master drank a cup of hot tea, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the inn:
"The northwest road is not the best choice, but Yang Yu can protect you enough. After all, you will not live for three hundred years. And if any of you live for more than three hundred years, then you can shave your own hair and still be able to survive."
Save your life."
"Master!"
The cry of reluctance reached the door and was blown away by the wind.
Hanyue Sanren seemed to hear it, but seemed not to hear it. He put his hands in his sleeves and walked slowly towards the place where the armored car had stopped.
The straight road spreads to a very far place in the light snow. On both sides, there are tall fences, numerous soldiers, and Wujue's tens of thousands of refugees.
"Between life and death, between life and death!"
With an inexplicable sigh, Hanyue Sanren suddenly had a sudden impulse.
I borrowed a table from a tea shop not far away and pulled a piece of cloth with the words 'fortune telling' written on it.
Just like that, a stall was set up in the place where the refugee Wu Juejue was.
His actions were naturally very eye-catching, but apart from some soldiers, there were only refugees with their families. Although they were curious, no one paid much attention to him for a long time.
Seeing this, Hanyue Sanren was not in a hurry. After thinking about it, he pulled another piece of cloth and wrote the words "No money required."
This time, it attracted a lot of people to tell fortunes.
Hanyue Sanren smiled slightly, not only telling them about their past, but also pointing them towards the future.
As the number one hexagram master in the world, his methods were extremely high. He soon caused an uproar and was surrounded by three circles inside and three outside.
And he did not reject anyone who came, regardless of whether he was old or weak, male or female, he accepted his offer.
Sometimes I counted one person alone, sometimes I commented on ten people, and the people around me came in circles, until nightfall came, and the sound of the armored car's "?" was heard in the distance, and the crowd dispersed.
At this time, someone dragged a chair over and carefully placed a wooden Buddha statue on it.
This movement was very strange, but Hanyue Sanren didn't pay much attention to it. It seemed that he already knew it, and he just collected the cloth and said:
"This is the first time in so many years that an old Taoist has given fortune-telling to ordinary people, but the taste is indeed not bad. People often say that fortune-telling is harmful to the world. Whether it is true or not, Lu doesn't know, but changing fortunes does hurt people.
"
The wooden Buddha statue suddenly spoke:
"Everyone in the world has a certain destiny, whether they go up or down. But those are just like scientific examinations. The number of people who are on the list is determined by their death. If you put one person on the list, one person will fail. If you change one person's fate, another person will suffer."
Hanyue Sanren remained silent.
The wooden Buddha slowly raised his head:
"Now, the master of suffering has come to visit us. Taoist priest, how are you going to explain to Mr. Lu?"
"What Mr. Lu said is true. There is a certain destiny in the world. Some people enjoy it, some people suffer, some people live, and some people die."
Hanyue Sanren took out a teapot from nowhere and poured himself a cup:
"But whether someone deserves to die or not, whose life and longevity are they taking? What should we do about the dead ones?"
"They should be just like Mr. Lu. Those who have a grudge will complain and those who have a grudge will seek revenge. If they are dissatisfied, they can come and look for Mr. Lu." Mufo said lightly: "I am very curious. Since you know me, how dare you do anything for Yang?"
How dare you tell Zhang Dong’s fortune when you are in prison?”
"Actually, it's very simple." Hanyue Sanren took a sip of tea slowly: "Approving orders for the Northwest King is to find a way out for the disciples of the old Taoist sect. As for divining divination for Zhang Dong, it is naturally related to the life and death of the old Taoist himself.
"
"Oh?" Mufo seemed surprised: "Why, the Taoist priest thinks that your life is still in your hands?"
"Originally, it didn't exist, but a few years ago, before I gave orders to the Northwest King, suddenly it did."
"Someone comes from outside the sky! And this is where the vitality of the old Taoist lies."
"Um?!"
The wooden Buddha seemed to feel something, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the invisible energy turned into a substantial hand and suddenly grabbed Hanyue Sanren, who was across the table.
The latter, however, smiled slightly, did not dodge or dodge, and let his big hand grab him, just playing with a jade-colored token in his palm.
"This is?"
The wooden Buddha's anthropomorphic eyebrows are raised.
At this moment, Lu Chen, who was far away in the fantasy world of immortals and demons, couldn't help but put down the 'mysterious stone' in his hand and lowered his eyes to look here.
"The divination gold that Pindao divined for Zhang Dong was the fate of a visitor from outside the world. He brought the divination gold, and Pindao also got the opportunity to change his destiny against the will of heaven."
Crushing the token decisively, Hanyue Sanren felt the wind and snow around him, looked into the void, and saw Lu Chen, who was unknown where he was, and smiled slightly:
"Pindao's life will naturally only be in Pindao's hands! On the contrary, Mr. Lu, your life, hehehe..."