Du Sheng was shocked, and when he looked into the old man's eyes that had read all the sails, he suddenly understood something.

But there are still some doubts, like the cotton wool scattered around the stars and left unattended, covering up a little of the truth, and it is only necessary to blow it all in one breath.

Shizun once said that his fate is not in the next life.

But he still insisted on leaving a thought. It turns out that Master didn't say that he couldn't meet that person in the next life, but that he could make up for his mistakes in this life?

"Wataru understands that it is the poor monk who can't understand it. Since Your Majesty is willing to give you some guidance, can you tell the poor monk who can't let go of the people in the previous life, but Xuan Ji? "In this life, Xuan Ji is the body of a devil, and she wants the wind to be the wind and the rain, and it is not yet known whether the golden bell was born to her.

"Your own business, of course, you have to figure it out yourself!" Suddenly, Jiang Qiong, who was angry, like a June day, exploded a purple thunder and lit up for a while, and the next moment it was covered with thick clouds.

"If you could, I would like you to spare her. Actually, you don't owe anything to each other...... "in the end, it's tacit."

The sun was shining in the east, and the first rays of the morning sun tore through the night, and in this cool morning, he recalled too many past events. A puffed tendon, old age spotted hand sprinkled the crushed railing stone dust into the cold wind, which seemed to take away a lot of his sorrows.

"Wataru understood." Put your hands together and say Amitabha. Mimi's past cannot be traced, and he can't go back at all, what he owes is not just a person, but a relationship.

"But you have to go to Lingcheng in this pass, don't you want to escape!" The emperor turned around suddenly, his eyes were as bright as a torch, in the end, it was about the major affairs of the world, and the personal feelings of his children should be put aside.

"Uh...... Ah, good, good, Dusheng knows that Guan Lingcheng is naturally going to go and going. He was so frightened that he came back to his senses and smiled bitterly. For some reason, this emperor's temperament is as unpredictable as Hyun Ji, and he can never guess what he will do in the next second.

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing." Seeing that the emperor snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave, Wataru opened his mouth to stop him.

"I know what you want to say, I Jiang Qiong has no regrets in my life, only one person can't rest assured. Time is short, but five years is enough for me. Promise me that you will not bear my son again...... It doesn't matter who you are, and I don't want to hear what you want to do, but how innocent am I? You say you can't let go of your obsession, so why isn't it you who becomes a demon?! With boundless anger to say the last sentence, the old emperor waved his sleeves and strode away in the faint light, his pale face swelled with a little blood from grief and anger, and a deep mark between his eyebrows, which had been wrinkled over the years.

Du Sheng was slightly stunned, the old but straight back was stubborn and unwilling to surrender to the sky.

The bitterness in his mouth, it turned out that he had been insisting on it so vulnerable, a word could make it fall apart and shatter like powder.

Yes, the obsession is deep, why doesn't he fall into the devil? Instead, he chose to be reborn.

In the study, the little dolls who had stayed up all night were sleeping soundly, sleeping between the scattered rice paper, pen and ink, snuggling up to each other to keep warm, only Xuan Ji was still quietly reading the book.

When the old emperor walked in, Hyun Ji handed him the fold.

On the book of Guan Lingcheng's request for support, there is a line of Zhou Zheng's handwriting written by Jiang Yuze seriously:

"We are willing to come to Guan Ling in person to relieve Your Majesty's worries"

There is also a row of small red handprints on it, which are clear and distinct, and extraordinarily solemn. The emperor's eyes were wet, his eyes were full of tears, and in the haze, Xuan Ji threw a child in one hand and threw them into the black whirlpool......

The next day, Jiang Zhige looked at the children who had slept in the bed and scratched his head, unable to wake up. In the end, he sighed helplessly, and had to leave the inn alone with a jar of wine.

When Xiao Ling'er was in a daze, she rubbed her eyes and got up, glanced around vaguely, and saw that the master was reading some ancient books at the table.

"Awake?" Xiao Yihan heard her soft voice and whispered something. Looking up at the sky, it was already Shen Shi. got up and twisted the handkerchief with hot water, and wiped the face of the little apprentice who was still staring, and she was a little more sober.

But he still insisted on hugging himself, and Xiao Yihan knew that the child was still sleeping.

"Master......" The voice was soft and nasal, and he leaned the master, reaching out to hug him.

Xiao Yihan was helpless, so he hugged her and slept for a while, until the twilight was approaching, the Big Dipper hung in the sky, and the thick eyelashes of the little girl who was awakened by the fragrance trembled slightly, and then blinked, and her little belly gurgled.

"Huh? Master, are we back? There was a wind in the familiar bamboo forest, or the purple medicine pod, and there was a strong fragrance, she couldn't help licking her pink lips, and she was about to come down.

"What, don't you want to come back?" Xiao Yihan thought that if he didn't return overnight, he would be wild.

only let Jiang Zhige manage it for one night, and Xiao Yihan regretted it. This old man really couldn't take care of the children, and the little ones ran to the imperial city in the middle of the night, but he didn't find out. It is also a miracle that his apprentice has not been lost for so many years.

The first time I learned to stay up late when I wasn't around, Xiao Yihan sighed secretly. Seeing that his little apprentice was hungry for food, he couldn't help but reach out on the round and soft belly, touch a circle of meat, and estimate the one in his hand, who was a small rice bucket in his last life.

"No~ Master, Master! I made an appointment with them to go to Guanling City to help the refugees. Master, you let me go~Okay~" As he spoke, he rubbed his little head on him, and he even learned to be coquettish.

Xiao Yihan silently pushed her face away, extinguished the fire with an indifferent face, no color could be seen in her eyelids, and her dark and deep eyes hid all her emotions.

"Eat first, then talk about it when you're done."

Xiao Ling'er really let go of the entanglement temporarily, picked up the spoon and ate all the broth in Ziding, and lay on the grass and burped happily.

Xiao Xuanwu tugged at her clothes with her teeth, and she held him in her arms, feeling the breeze blowing in the bamboo forest. In the warm wind, there is also the fragrance of Master's tea, mixed with the taste of bamboo leaves, which is fresh and pleasant.

He got up, patted the ashes with his little hands, sat next to the master, and put Xiao Xuanwu on the table to play with him. took a bamboo leaf to tease Xiao Xuanwu to bite, Ling'er's hand speed was extremely fast, and he almost took it back every time. provoked Xiao Xuanwu to have a thunderbolt around him, and instantly burned the bamboo leaves to ashes......

It wasn't until the master finished drinking a cup of tea that Xiao Ling'er stopped, staring at him directly, waiting for the master to speak.

"I promised you to go to Guan Lingcheng, Master Wei originally planned to take you there personally, but there are more important things waiting for me to deal with at the moment, so you and Uncle Jiang will go first, and if there is anything, call me."

Xiao Ling'er immediately became excited when she heard this, and nodded in a hurry. In fact, in terms of generation, Jiang Zhige and Xiao Ling'er are equals, but the rules of the fairy world are cumbersome, sometimes as long as they can be called, they call their uncle, and it is not inappropriate for Xiao Ling'er to call him uncle.

"However, in the third chapter of the Offer Law, you have to stay in Guan Lingcheng yourself before you finish handling the matter at hand for the teacher. In the chaos of the city, your first priority is to protect yourself, and the second is to save people. At the same time, you must adjust your work and rest, and if you stay up late and don't sleep, you will be punished when you come back as a teacher. You can also make friends, but remember, people from the demon world still don't interact much, understand? ”

"Understood, remember!"

Back in time, a month ago, Guanling City.

It was also just after the flood, and overnight, the bustling streets were piled up with dead wood and rotten branches, full of staggering victims, dead and wounded animals were left unattended, rotting into patches of black meat of mosquitoes and flies, covered with insect eggs.

Yellow mud covers the street, the road is full of deep and shallow footprints, a fairly elegant house, the closed door can see the red patent leather, on the plaque of the gold edge, there is only a word "hope" left.

"Brother, I'm hungry ......" On the hospital bed, a child who was angry like a gossamer, his sickly face was white and transparent, and his lips were abnormally red.

The child, who was slightly older than him, sat next to him and held his hand tightly, leaned over when he heard the sound, and patted his younger brother on the back worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, Jiubai is not afraid, brother, I'm going to find you something to eat, you wait." So saying, he covered his brother's quilt and mustered up the courage to go out the door.

After Wang Jiulan went out, there were traces of mud on the red lacquered wooden door that was taller than him. He carefully fastened the door with a straw rope and walked down the street. Now every household has been hit by the disaster, and people are starved of food and clothing.

After the flood, the fields were gone, and the people were afraid of the angry river gods, and no one wanted to go to the dry beds where the old river was diverted, except for the sacrificial shaman.

After eating everything they could eat, everyone began to look for wild vegetables, and after the wild grass and fruits were eaten all over the mountain, they began to dig up the roots and peel the bark...... Some people even began to eat Guanyin soil.

Every day, people from the government will come to give porridge, but there are more monks and less porridge, where can there be so much food? The lord of the city ordered to smash open the door of the previous grain shop and take out the soaked grain and distribute it to the people.

Some of the shop owners are gone, so they set up a wooden sign for him, and some people are still there, and the city lord gives money. If you have money, you can go, you can flee.

The food soaked in water was also eaten, and the moldy, rotten, and edible food was eaten, but it was still not enough. The city lord has hundreds of disaster victims in his own family, and he no longer cares about others.

Anyone who still has some money at home can go, and those who have no money and strong men in the family have all moved away overnight, leaving only some helpless women and children and orphans.

In the city of hundreds of thousands of people, only about 100,000 people remained after the flood, and the support sent by the imperial court was timely enough, except for the dead in the flood, there was no riot.

Although everyone is pitiful, living is hope, and their homes can be rebuilt, they all think so. No matter how hard it is, I still want to live.

But there's still not enough food!

Looking at the circles of refugees surrounding the soup kitchen, Wang Jiulan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he tried to break in, but he couldn't grab it.

In the past, when his father and mother were still there, he was the son of an outsider, and no one bullied them, Wang Jiulan never thought that he would fall into such a situation today, and when he thought of his father, there were tears in his eyes.

When the flood beasts came, Daddy was swept away by the flood in order to protect them.

Both parents are gone, and they are orphans.

Without his father's child, no one cares about his life or death. My brother hasn't eaten properly for two or three days. He was ruthless and squeezed into it, and finally squeezed in, but the porridge was gone...... The crowd scattered, and the young man's chapped and peeling mouth was stained with blood.

Only one soup soup is given a day, Wang Jiulan looked at the sky in despair, and there were people around who grabbed a mouthful of porridge, who were carefully holding the broken bowl and taking a small sip.

They gathered around the soup kitchen and slept on the floor, so that they could grab a bowl of porridge every day. There are adults and children, as well as elderly people and children.

Wang Jiulan turned around and saw a man in the prime of life feeding the porridge to his young son one bite at a time, and then handed the porridge bowl to his old lady.

"Mother don't drink, Qiangzi, you can take the mountains with you. This is no longer our previous Guan Lingcheng, the children are gone, and you have nothing to worry about. Let's go, there is still a bracelet here, you take it. Take my grandson with me, go find a good place, I heard that Zixia Town in the north has not been affected, you go there! Yes? Obedient, hadron. As she spoke, the blind white-haired old woman secretly stuffed a silver bracelet into her son's arms.

"Mother!" The strong son refused, and put the bracelet back on his mother's wrist. The old mother, who has lost too much weight, can't wear a bracelet on her wrists.

Holding back his sadness, he fed the porridge to the old lady's mouth.

"The mother doesn't drink, and the strong son is obedient. Mother is not hungry, you drink, good, you drink quickly......"

"Mother, this porridge is put according to the head, you should drink it quickly! I've drunk it all, you see my stomach is swollen, I'm not hungry at all, you taste this porridge today, it's fragrant. "The old mother is blind and can't see clearly. He stretched out his hand and touched his son's abdomen, and it was really bulging, and he took the porridge with confidence. Her hands trembled slightly, and she took a sip of porridge soup, and the fragrance of rice grains made her can't help but take another sip.

Wang Jiulan looked at the man named Qiangzi, his sturdy body was hungry due to lack of food, and he rolled his clothes on his stomach, pretending to be full, which was funny and sad.

Wang Jiulan looked at the sun that was about to set, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, and he was at a loss for a moment. He had to find something to eat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to save his brother, and he would be starving.

He climbed deep and shallow to the back mountain, where the ground had been dug up three inches, and he patiently searched for it little by little. The hill, which used to be green, is now bare, with only a few dead branches that no one wants, and a bamboo forest.

He was looking for something to eat in the bamboo forest, because of the heavy water, the bamboo leaves were gone. No one wants these inedible bamboos, and the bamboo shoots have long been dug up.

The bamboo forest drains water, and after the flood, the roots are not rotten, and there are no leaves, leaving bare bamboo poles.

Suddenly he heard footsteps, and when he looked back, it was the strong man, and he had also come up the mountain!

Qiangzi found him, smiled at him with chapped lips, and then lay on the ground weakly, grabbed the loess on the ground one by one, and stuffed it into his mouth.