Han Fei looked at Han Ning with a puzzled expression and said, "Brother Han, what is Juxing?" ”

Han Ning shouted loudly: "What Brother Han, I'm Yang Jian." ”

It turned out that this young man was Yang Lin of the West Palace.

Han Fei was puzzled: "Yang Jian? Aren't you Han Ning? ”

"Don't pretend to be confused, hurry up and hand over the stars."

"What is a gathering star?" Han Fei asked.

Yang Jian looked at Han Fei suspiciously, thinking that Juxing was really not on Han Fei, and then thought that Han Fei might really be a fool, and the Blue Dragon Divine Beast should not give something as important as Juxing to Han Fei.

Looking at Han Fei's expression, it should not be pretended, with Han Fei's previous temper, he will definitely not pretend to be stupid, who Han Fei is Yang Jian knows very well, the younger generation above the Cloud Palace is the one who deals with Han Fei the most.

In the past, Han Fei relied on the power of the East Palace to bully Yang Jian, and even Liu Yunfei, whom Yang Jian liked, became Han Fei's fiancée, and Yang Jian wanted to kill him in his dreams when he was in the Cloud Palace.

"Then let me send you to your father." Yang Jian shouted, the spear in his hand, and stabbed out.

Han Fei didn't dodge, he didn't even blink his eyes.

The spear had already reached Han Fei's chest, and he could have killed Han Fei if he went further, but Yang Jian stopped him.

Yang Jian suddenly thought that wouldn't it be too cheap to kill Han Fei like this, and remembered the previous scene when he gave in in front of Han Fei, and slowly put down the spear.

He wanted Han Fei to kneel in front of him, and he wanted to get back the previous humiliation a hundred times over.

Han Fei didn't have any expression, instead asked, "Do you know my father?" ”

Yang Jian said: "I'm sorry, Brother Han, I recognized the wrong person." ”

"So that's the case, I'm still thinking that Brother Han and I have no grievances, why did Brother Han kill me."

"I have an enemy named Yang Jian, who has been chasing and killing me, so I mistook you for him."

At this time, Bao Jiugong came back, with a cane in one hand and a few fruits in the other.

Bao Jiugong said: "Little brother, I took a look around here, there are continuous plain forests around here, presumably we have already entered the depths of the original forest. ”

Yang Jian blamed himself and said: "It's all my fault, I found the wrong way, and I can't get out even if you are burdened." ”

Bao Jiugong said: "Little brother, where are you talking about this, the two of us were already lost, and we couldn't see the road when it was dark, and it caught up with the fog, it seems that we have to stay in this forest for a while." ”

……

Hanyang City.

Midwinter!

The north wind is howling, but the sky is dark in the early morning, and the Fulu Street in Hanyang City is full of refugees sleeping on the floor, with early summer mattresses on the ground, plus a thin mattress, the cold wind is cold, and the people are panicked.

On this day, Feng Xiaoxiao finally arrived at Hanyang City, the gate of Hanyang City is wide open, in order to welcome those homeless refugees, at first these refugees were all believers in the Donggong Shenting Sect, but after a long time, refugees from all directions came, and the bishop of Hanyang City could not bear to turn these people out of the city, in the cold winter, the gate of Hanyang City was closed I don't know how many people would die.

Feng Xiaoxiao walked on Fulu Street step by step, looking at the people sleeping on the ground on the street, and felt pity.

Chu Yunping followed behind Feng Xiaoxiao, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, the rich young master was clean and self-loving, and naturally he couldn't stand the sour smell of the city.

Feng Xiaoxiao said coldly: "If you can't stand it, go back to your Immortal Sword Villa, no one will let you come." ”

Chu Yunping hurriedly put his hand down and said with a smile: "I can stand it, I can stand it." ”

In order to prove himself, Chu Yunping took a deep breath, but as a result, a thick sour smell hit, cough, choking Chu Yunping coughed repeatedly.

In front of a bun shop, a woman was lying on a mat in a single dress, covered with a thin bedding, strictly speaking, only a corner of the futon was on her body, and beside her a child of three or four years old was wrapped in a futon and covered tightly.

The cold wind gusted, the woman kept shivering, the first rays of sunlight in the morning had not yet shone into Hanyang City, the east was red, the woman slowly raised her head with difficulty, approached the child's little face, kissed the child's pink face, and then the first ray of sunlight in the morning finally shone into Hanyang City, shining on the woman's dull and colorless face, because of the cold, the woman's face could not see any expression, and then looked at the child, the eyes were full of reluctance, and then the child was tightly hugged into her arms, closed her eyes, forever.

At this time, two young men wearing Taoist robes came over carrying a stretcher made of black cloth, the two of them should be missionaries of the Donggong Divine Court, walked up to the woman, tried their index fingers and middle fingers slightly before the woman snorted, and then put the woman on the stretcher.

The boy was still sleeping peacefully, unaware that his only relative on earth had left him, just a quarter of an hour before.

Feng Xiaoxiao walked up to the two missionaries and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

The two missionaries said with expressionless faces: "She has frozen to death, and we will carry her to the Han River." ”

The Han River is a large river south of Hanyang Fortress.

Feng Xiaoxiao glanced at the tightly wrapped child and asked, "What about her child?" ”

"Resign to fate."

What the missionary said couldn't be more casual, but Feng Xiaoxiao had a heart attack when she heard it.

"How can this be, don't you Donggong Divine Court Sect care," Chu Yunping said.

"Tube? How to manage, do you know how many people die in Hanyang City a day? The two missionaries looked at Chu Yunping and Feng Xiaoxiao with strange eyes.

Tong!

A gong sounded.

"It's time to eat."

There was a feeble shout from the street.

Rub, rub, rub.

The refugees lying on the streets are swelling up.

Then three missionaries were seen walking down the street carrying a cauldron.

All the refugees waited in the cold wind with a broken porcelain jar in their hands.

Feng Xiaoxiao saw the cauldron steaming from a distance.

Two missionaries carried a large cauldron, and one of the missionaries held a soup spoon, only to see the man put the soup spoon into the cauldron and stir and stir, and then took a spoonful and poured it into the broken porcelain jar of the refugees.

When the three missionaries approached Feng Xiaoxiao and Chu Yunping, looked at them, and asked them that although they were not dressed very shabby, they were also dusty, one of them asked, "New here?" ”

Without waiting for Feng Xiaoxiao and Chu Yunping to speak, the missionary handed each of them a broken porcelain jar, and then the soup spoon stirred and stirred in the cauldron, and served a bowl for each of them.

It seems that these three missionaries regarded Feng Xiaoxiao and Chu Yunping as refugees, and it is no wonder that the two of them came all the way with mud on their bodies.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the bowl of porridge in her hand, strictly speaking, it was a bowl of clear soup, and there were only a dozen grains of white rice visible to the naked eye in the whole bowl.

"You ......"

Chu Yunping wanted to find the missionary to theorize, his dignified Immortal Sword Villa's eldest young master was actually regarded as breakfast, Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly pulled Chu Yunping.

Those refugees held the broken porcelain jar in their arms, but they were reluctant to drink.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't drink the bowl of porridge, but gave the bowl of porridge to an old man, who didn't seem to believe his eyes, took the bowl of porridge in Feng Xiaoxiao's hand excitedly, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and saluted Feng Xiaoxiao.

The old man's move really frightened Feng Xiaoxiao, how could she accept such a big gift from an old man, and quickly helped the old man up, and said, "Old man, how can this bowl of porridge be full?" ”

The old man said in a trembling voice: "Full, how dare you pray to drink full, it is a great gift to us to have such a bowl of hot porridge to drink in the winter." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said: "Where is your home, old man, why don't you go home?" ”

The old man looked in the northeast direction and said, "My home is in Shiniu Town, ten miles away from Hanyang City, a few months ago, a group of people suddenly came, and those people looted our village without saying anything, and several young people were killed when they tried to resist, and that group of people drove us all to this Hanyang City. ”

Chu Yunping asked, "Then why don't you go back again?" ”

The old man said, "We don't want to go home, but those who go out of the city are killed." ”

"Is there no one to care about this?" Chu Yunping shouted loudly.

I don't know if it's because Chu Yunping's voice is too loud, but the refugees who heard it cast strange glances one after another.