As Mo Li traveled this way, the end of the Yuan Dynasty was clearly revealed.
At this time, there was a severe drought in the northwest, and there had been no rain for months. The people exchanged their children for food, and there was no one inhabited for thousands of miles. I don’t know how many people sold their children and daughters, just in exchange for three to five buckets of rations to survive. It was extremely painful to see them, so they were so miserable.
Those who can help will never sit idly by.
He could understand the behavior of the waiter in the shop. In this world, he had too much time to take care of himself, let alone have a kind heart to give to others.
In many places, even if Mo Li had money, he couldn't buy food.
The monk got two white-faced steamed buns, and immediately stuffed one into his mouth, and reluctantly put the other one into his luggage. From the looks of it, he was going to use it as dry food.
The man bowed his head at Mo Li again, and then walked away into the distance.
"Give me a pot of tea, two specialty side dishes and rice." Mo Li ordered after entering the restaurant and sitting down.
The waiter responded and immediately went down to work.
The restaurant was not big, with about eight or nine tables. It was lunch time, and half of the seats were full. It looked like there were many wealthy people with swords and swords.
There was a thought in his mind, and he seemed to be able to find out the location of the Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village.
He sat there thinking about his next trip. This place was already quite close to the Kunlun Mountains. In the original work, the snow valley Zhang Wuji discovered was near Zhuangzi where Zhu Jiuzhen’s family lived. At that time, Zhu Changling burned down Zhuangzi and hid nearby.
In the cave, Zhang Wuji saw through the trick and ran away in the snowy night. He ran for more than an hour before falling into the canyon.
As a little kid, how far could he run in just over an hour on a snowy night?
Moreover, there may not be many grand canyons with a depth of tens of thousands of feet, and the land near Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village.
As long as you find the Wanzhang Canyon, it's easy to find the Kunlun Snow Valley.
Therefore, the most urgent task now is to find the whereabouts of the Zhu family.
After thinking about this, when the waiter at the shop came to serve the food, he put a small ingot of broken silver on the table and said kindly: "Staff, I want to ask you a few questions."
As long as there is money, everything will be easy to talk about.
The waiter's eyes shone and he said excitedly: "Sir, just ask, I will tell you everything I know."
"When I was in the Central Plains, I often heard that in the land of Kunlun, there was a Zhu Jiuling Zhu Jiuling who was very accomplished with the Judge's Pen. Does the store owner know the deeds of Zhu Jiuling Zhu Daxia?" Mo Li asked with a smile.
"Zhu Jiuling?"
The waiter frowned, with a timid look on his face. He whispered: "So that the young master can know that Zhu Jiuling lives at Hongmei Villa twenty miles away. As for his deeds, the villain
I don’t dare to say more, and I don’t know for sure, so I’d better ask someone else.”
After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't even want the silver coin.
Mo Li was slightly shocked. From this incident, he knew that Zhu Jiuling must not be a kind person. He was afraid that he would have a bad reputation in this northwest place. That's why the waiter was so afraid of him.
This is reasonable. After all, the Western Region is bitterly cold and men are more aggressive than those in the Central Plains. It is extremely difficult to find a good family here.
Li Li picked up the silver ingot and said, "Don't be afraid of the store, you can take this silver ingot."
The waiter turned around and stopped, looking at Mo Li with a look of fear on his face, and he didn't even dare to approach.
Li Qiye smiled and said: "Take it, finally you told me where he lives, but I still hope the store owner can give me advice on how to get there."
Seeing Mo Lixiao's kindness and sincere words, the waiter lowered his guard. He stepped forward and said, "After you leave the city, go west. Along the way, you will see a large mansion in the mountains and fields, which is Zhuwu Lianzhuang. It's just that
Young Master, please be careful, that Uncle Zhu is really not easy to mess with."
"Thank you to the store."
Mo Li thanked him, and the shopkeeper took the money and then turned around and left to get busy.
After a full meal, Mo Li got up and left the restaurant, heading out of the city.
It was early autumn at this time, and it was already a bit cool in this place in the Western Regions.
However, Mo Li was successful in Xuan Gong and was not afraid of the cold or heat. He only dressed in a green shirt and stepped out of the city, heading straight to the west.
He had superb martial arts skills, and even though the road was rugged, it was like walking on flat ground under his feet, and he had walked more than ten miles in a short time.
The northwest land is sparsely populated, but now in the wilderness, except for the faint traces of roads, not even a single person can be seen. Instead, there are wild beasts roaring from time to time, and the sound is shrill and frightening.
Mo Li looked intently at both sides of the road, only looking forward to where Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village was. Suddenly, a voice shouting for help came from a distance. The voice was full of panic, and was also mixed with the barking of dogs.
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The barking dogs and the cries for help were getting closer and closer. Mo Li looked intently and saw more than a dozen sharp-toothed hounds chasing a man. The man's head was extremely eye-catching in the sun, but it was a
There was a bald monk, and Mo Li's eyesight was very good. He could clearly see the appearance of this man. He was the monk to whom he gave away two steamed buns not long ago.
"Help! Help..."
The monk shouted in a panic. It could be seen that he also had some kung fu, otherwise he would not have been able to run so far. It was just that there were too many hounds, and his three-legged cat kung fu couldn't deal with them at all.
"Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here to save you!"
Li Qiye laughed, and as his figure swayed, he had already appeared beside the monk. He pointed like a sword and counted in the air. He only saw a burst of afterimages passing by. All the mastiffs fell to death on the spot, with many marks between their eyebrows.
A trace of blood!
When the monk saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned. This young man actually had such terrifying martial arts?!
"Master, are you okay?" Li Li asked.
The monk shook his head, bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Sir, for saving my life."
His body was bloody and bloody, and he had been bitten several times by those hounds. If Mo Li hadn't taken action in time, he would have died here today.
"Master, you don't have to be polite, it's just a little effort."
Mo Lihun didn't take it to heart. He looked at the monk's injuries with some worry and said, "It's just that the master's injury will last for a while."
The monk said: "Young master, please don't talk about being a master. In fact, I am not a monk. I just pretend to be a monk so that I can go on the road. My Excellency, Zhu Chongba, thanks you for saving your life. As for these injuries..."
He laughed at himself and said: "Zhu Chongba was born in poverty. This is nothing. Getting to the main altar as early as possible is more important than anything else."
Zhu...Zhu Chongba?
What the monk said next, Mo Li didn't hear clearly at all.
Only three words echoed in his mind, Zhu Chongba!
This guy later changed his name to Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty. Unexpectedly, he was saved by himself today!
"Okay, how dare you kill all my generals!"
Suddenly, a clear female voice came from not far away, and the voice was full of arrogance.
Mo Li and Zhu Chongba took a closer look and saw more than ten fast horses galloping not far away...