Li Chengfeng and the others walked far away, until they got on the train, looking at the scenery outside the window, they were still depressed and uncomfortable, and they couldn't slow down.

Although Lingshan is not far from Cheng'an, it stands to reason that if Li Chengfeng is fast, he will go home in half a day.

But up the mountain to the present, fighting all the way, every step of the way is frightening, except for his mother who went up the mountain to see him once, he didn't go back to see it once.

Even if he won the first place in the assessment and became the master of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, he couldn't go back to such a thing as the return of his ancestors to his hometown, so that his mother was happy and happy, and he just found Zhang Jinbao and asked him to bring a letter to his mother.

At that time, Li Chengfeng didn't think so, after all, more important things were in front of him, and seven days of preparation seemed like a lot, but in fact, the handover of the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, a bunch of things about Chen Sesame and rotten grains were piled up, and Sun Yongcai and their return to the proper placement of the Hidden Sword Pavilion were all things that Li Chengfeng needed to worry about.

The most important thing is that Lingshan sent disciples to Shenjing, and the Four Heavens Pavilion went together, how much coordination work and how many handover matters were there?

Moreover, after the Battle of the Heavenly Pavilion and the Qiqi Incident, the follow-up finishing work of the Lingshan Sect was piled up, and what was even more terrifying was that the big men and the little men in the forbidden land died violently at the door, and King Zhu Yan escaped from the forbidden land, such a terrifying thing set off a terrible undercurrent within the Lingshan Sect.

Although Ma Qianli suppressed the matter with his personal prestige, the disciples still discussed it in private and were terrified.

Others didn't understand, Li Chengfeng knew what was going on like a mirror in his heart.

Ma Qianli asked the Ghost Walker to check the disciples of the Lingshan Sect one by one in private, but he didn't expect that the real murderer had already come out of his shell, and the Great Commander of the Ghost Walker who was chasing the murderer was the real accomplice.

Li Chengfeng was thinking deeply when suddenly there was a neighing sound of horses in front of the speeding straight train, and then the train gradually slowed down and stopped.

The people in the carriage staggered again, and Li Chengfeng and the others were all furious.

Could it be that he is a great cultivator fighting the method again?

This is too deceitful, too much, and you still chase them to fight the Fa?

The Chi Road train of the official straight road is a specially designed sleeper rail, and the horses cannot stop on their own when running on it, but in order to avoid accidents on the road and the car is destroyed and killed, each car will be followed by two skilled coachmen, who obviously noticed that something was wrong ahead, and controlled the horses to slow down and slowly slow down.

This kind of technical work, like the ancestral knife technique of the executioner, is the only way for them to eat.

Li Chengfeng and the others naturally had no intention of appreciating the superb skills of the driver in front of them, and in order to avoid another rollover accident, they flashed their figures outside and stared around nervously.

But when they looked at it later, they were stunned to find that there was a surge of people in front of them, as if there was an endless flow of people rushing in one direction, they crossed the Chidao train like a tide, some dragged their families, some drove the carriage, some were on crutches, and everywhere there were the cries of children and the shouts of adults and children who were leaving.

"What's going on?" Li Chengfeng was dumbfounded, "What's going on?"

Senior Sister and the others naturally didn't know, she glanced at Ouyang Xiu, Ouyang Xiu's figure flashed, and appeared in the crowd in the distance, she asked a few words, and quickly returned, her face was a little ugly.

"The dam of the Anhe River has broken before, but now it has burst, and the water has spread to nearby towns and villages, and people are fleeing to higher places. Ouyang Xiu's face was a little unbearable.

Li Chengfeng took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me." ”

The people here have all read books, so they naturally know what Li Chengfeng meant.

Although the calamities suffered by these people were not caused by themselves, but were indirectly caused by other practitioners, and as the same kind of practitioners, they really felt a little bad when they saw such a calamity.

Zhan Qisheng, who had been silent all the way, suddenly smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chengfeng, doesn't he want to go to disaster relief?"

This said what Li Chengfeng thought, with his uneven temperament, he naturally wanted to help, but ...... With so many people here, how can he help?

Li Chengfeng thought for a while and said, "With our strength, if we settle these victims, it will be a bit overwhelming. But if you can block the river and stop the flooding, it should still be possible. ”

Senior Sister sneered: "There are so many disasters in the world, can you save them?"

Li Chengfeng wanted to refute, but he heard the senior sister say coldly: "The fact that these disaster victims can come here shows that the flood disaster is not too bad, and besides, you have gone to the disaster relief, what is the government doing? Do you think the government will thank you? No, the government will impeach you? Daqi does not allow private disaster relief, do you know why? Grab the favor of the government in front of the government, are you not afraid that the court will cut off your head? Yes, you are a great cultivator, you are naturally not afraid, but what about your father and your mother? Are they afraid?"

Li Chengfeng's heart froze, and he immediately realized what Senior Sister meant by what he said.

No matter in any dynasty, the government will never allow the locals to give disaster relief in private, otherwise once there is a disaster, the disaster will be everywhere, often hundreds of thousands of hundreds of thousands, and people with a heart will tempt them to take the bait with small favors, and it is easy to coerce them into a very terrible force.

Even if Li Chengfeng and others go to build an embankment for disaster relief, it won't work.

The reason is very simple, because a court has a river and river road, a sea road that manages the sea road, some of them are in charge of the river embankment, and some of them are in charge of the sea dam, and every year the court will allocate a huge amount of money to build and repair these dams.

What are these officials doing? How do the countless river and sea workers who eat and work on the levees live?

There are twists and turns in this, senior sister, Li Chengfeng instantly understood, he looked at those people, and his heart was extremely heavy and bitter.

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of the river. Looking at Kyoto, the intention hesitated, sad straight road through the line, the palace was made of soil. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ”

Li Chengfeng unconsciously remembered this ancient famous poem "Mountain Slope Sheep, Tong Caring for the Ancients", and at this time, he changed it slightly and whispered it, and everyone around him was moved.

No one here is a vulgar and reckless man, so he naturally knows the power of such famous words, if it is recited, Li Chengguang can be famous all over the world by relying on this famous article, and he will be greatly famous among scholars and literati.

Han Tianxing repeatedly recited in a low voice: "Xing, the people suffer, death, the people suffer." He couldn't help but burst into tears, and the blood in his chest that was peculiar to a scholar couldn't help but boil.

The senior sister said lightly: "It's famous, if you don't become a monk, you can become famous all over the world as a scribe." It's just that Li Chengfeng, if you are not in his position, you will not seek politics, remember your identity, otherwise once you forget your identity, I am afraid that there will be no place for you between heaven and earth in the future!"

Li Chengfeng's expression was awe-inspiring, he knew that this sound very ugly, but it was a golden and good word.

A person forgets his origin, forgets his position, once he makes a mistake, it is easy to be not a person inside and out, and when the time comes, he will become a lonely person, and he will not even have someone to help him speak.

Li Chengfeng saluted seriously and said, "Senior sister has taught me a lesson, and junior brother understands!"

Li Chengfeng and the others waited patiently for these victims to rush across the straight road before getting on the train again and continuing to move forward, but what he didn't know was that there was a face in the crowd that passed by when he inadvertently looked back.

This face is beautiful, delicate and cute, it is Su Yuehan who Li Chengfeng is haunted by his dreams and can't find it!