In the early morning, the fog had subsided, the sun had crept up from the sky, and the two of them outside the house were already drunk, and the wine glasses beside them were also placed randomly.

"One knife, two knives, three knives......" The young man also got up early to start today's cultivation, slashing with his blade.

Although the grass house is a little dilapidated, but the cauldron in the house is not bad, the funeral is also early to get up, began to make a fire to cook, although it is not the first time to cook, but the fire is troublesome, the house is full of smoke, the funeral has been smoked many times out of the house, there is a lump of ash at the corner of the mouth, it looks very funny, but the cooking action is indeed skillful, the white rice is clean, wait for the water to boil, put the washed white rice into the pot and start to boil.

"Ahem, ahem!" the boy was choked by the smell of smoke, and stuck the blade of his sword on the straw man, and walked towards the house.

"Right away, right away!" Mourning looked extremely flustered, but his subordinates did not stop at all, carrying a ladle of water back and forth in the house.

"Ah~" As soon as the young man entered, he bumped into the corpse, and the water in the scoop was scattered all over the ground.

Yin'er screamed, but it woke up the two people outside the house, but the old man flashed to Yan'er's side, and the young man also arrived.

"Mourning~"

"Master, I spilled the water!" said Yin'er, who looked unusually reserved, as if she had done something wrong.

"If you turn it over, it will be turned over, a scoop of water, it is important to have our martyr'er!" the old man was concerned about the martyr'er.

"The water is not important, but it is hard to find in the moor, and the plague in the south makes it scarce. ”

"Then you are not called to come, and you are still going!"

"You say there's a plague in the south?" the old man asked no longer arguing with him, but seriously.

"Then there can be a fake, I heard that a lot of people died!"

"Is that true?"

"You are focused on ascending to the Holy Realm, and you encounter the Tribulation, which is the few days that you have been across. But the young man pouted, and didn't care about all this, the world thought that he was the devil, and no matter how many people died, it was impossible for him to have the slightest threat to this desolation, and it was better to die, so as not to be boring.

"It's broken!" the old man flicked his fingers back and forth, carefully calculating, never thinking that it was more serious than he expected.

"Mourning, go. So saying, the old man was going to take the girl and leave.

"You better let him go with Yan'er, he has been in this wasteland for a long time, it's good to go out for a walk and see the world!" said the young man, pointing to the young man.

"He?" the old man hesitated.

"Wouldn't it be nice for you to play chess and drink tea with me in this wasteland!"

"You're so old, it's time to let go of your burdens, it's the world of young people now, besides, you, a saint, can't live for three years and five years, so let them go!"

"This is the Nine Heavenly Scatter, which can alleviate the disease! Keep going south, and if you see people with the disease, you can heal them! If you can't cure it completely, here are nine silver needles, and I will teach you the method of healing. As he spoke, the old man whispered in the young man's ear, took out a worn-out scroll from his waist, and handed it to the young man, who took the fragment with a hint of hesitation.

"Why, don't you want to go?" the young man asked rhetorically.

"If you don't want to go, then you will stay in this wasteland for the rest of your life!" the young man turned away, ignoring the young man.

"Okay, I'll go!" The young man was in a trance for a while, and went to pack his luggage, there was nothing left, just a few rag pudding clothes, slightly cleaner than the one on his body, and the broken sword that looked flawed, and then the two of them left the wasteland under the eyes of Jiang Sheng and the young man.

From the wasteland all the way to the south, is the Sui Dynasty border Liangcheng, but here is desolate and abnormal, if there is no wooden plaque on the city gate, maybe no one will think that such a desolate place, it will be a city.

The city is not bustling, the roads are very muddy, it has just rained, and some mud sticks to the wheels, it is not difficult to imagine the barrenness of the place.

Such a small frontier town, even if it is not prosperous, but at least there should be a shouting for it, but at this time the streets are a mess, every house has its doors open, and there are still some doors hanging down, as if no one has lived in it for many years!

The two of them sat in the carriage and walked towards the city, but there was no one.

"Help~Help~ Save me!" A narrow alley, stretched out a withered yellow hand, there was not even a wisp of flesh on the hand, if it wasn't for the hand, maybe no one would think that this was a living person, but like a dry bone.

Seeing this, the two hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards the alley.

"Uncle, uncle!"

There was a sword mark on the old man's back, and the blood had not yet coagulated, so it seemed that it should be a new injury! The old man's two or three words took away the last trace of his life.

The two looked at each other, there were two narrow shallow pits in the middle of the alley, and the two blood marks in the pit were extremely obvious, and there was a sound of swords colliding in the alley, although it was not obvious, but it was in the ears of the two.

"Let's go!" the boy ran towards the voice with the girl.

As soon as I turned the alley, I saw a group of people holding sabers, Hu Bing, dressed in battle armor, surrounded a man, the man's face was covered with ash stains, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, coughing lightly, blood foam mixed with the dirt splashing at the corners of his mouth, his left leg was slightly bent, his right leg knelt on the ground, and his hands clenched the long sword, if it were not supported by the long sword, he might have fallen on this dusty ground, obviously seriously injured, behind the man, countless heads were piled up into a mountain, blood mixed with mud, and the stumps were placed at will, which made people unbearable to see a surge, and could only be described in one word - miserable!

"If you don't make senseless resistance, how can this Liangcheng be slaughtered?" Hu Bing teased, but it was right in the man's sore spot.

"Murderer, pay for it with your life!" the corners of the man's mouth twitched, obviously suffering great pain, and slowly stood up with his long sword.

"Now do you think you have the ability to kill us? Can you avenge those dead people? Joke, Emperor Sui is mediocre and appoints traitors, and the people in the imperial capital are panicked, and even the imperial capital is crumbling, how can you care about a small border city!" Hu Bing, led by Hu Bing, rushed forward, and did not swing his knife, but kicked out with one kick, kicking the man several feet away.

"Huh~" The man's back rubbed against the ground, marking a deep mark, and blood flowed from his back.

"It's better to kill him quickly, go back to the grassland to resume his life, if Da Dan Yu finds out, it will be a big crime to kill his head! The closest to this is Yecheng, Li Mu hasn't left Yecheng for a few days, if Li Mu comes, it will be even worse!"

Although this Liangcheng is not rich, and it is a remote small city, it is inconspicuous, and it is slaughtered, and no one may ask in the imperial capital, but the Yecheng closest to Liangcheng is the city guarded by Li Mu, the general of Zhenbei appointed by the previous Sui Emperor, and General Li Mu has a feud with this group of barbarians.

"Li Mu, it's difficult!" said the leader of the Hu soldiers, wiping the scimitar in his hand, the cold blade flashed, and slashed towards the man.