Now, I have received the dream of being entrusted by the immortals, and I am willing to do my best to complete this important mission from the bottom of my heart, and I also hope to see my mother again.

However, when the treasury of the DPRK was empty, and the plan for river control was not allowed, he did not have a single soldier at present, let alone the financial resources to complete the river control, and it was difficult to complete his ambition alone.

Pray Kun looked up at the sky, sympathized with the suffering of the world and his own powerlessness, and couldn't help but tears falling down and soaking through his clothes.

At this time, I suddenly saw the clouds in the sky, floating down a golden flag, slowly falling in front of me, hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch it, unfolded his eyes to take a look, only to see ten big characters written on it:

"Fulong Mountain in Nanjun, the true martial arts are passed down from generation to generation."

Qi Kun couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that in ancient times, Nanjun referred to Xiangyang, and the Zhenwu Patriarch, also known as the Zhenwu Emperor, is said to be the son of Pangu, who was once born as a dragon Fuxi, and is also the ancestor of the Chinese. This golden banner must have been blessed and guided by the immortals.

Pray for great joy, so he cheered up and hurried to the southwest.

Sleeping all the way, this day finally came to the Xiangyang realm, and prayed for Kun to inquire about the location of Fulong Mountain, and then continued to move southwest.

Although it was May, it was a hurried walk, but it was also a little hot. Qi Kun saw that under a big elm tree at the intersection, there was a white-haired old man, who was setting up a row of tea stalls, and the refugees were bustling and crowded forward to drink a bowl.

Qi Kun stepped forward and praised the old man:

"At such an old age, it is really a bodhisattva's heart to be able to work tirelessly to help refugees here!"

The white-haired old man raised his eyes and smiled:

"Childe praises falsely, the old decay can do his best, and it is convenient for the people who have been affected by the disaster to quench their thirst and quench their fatigue. Childe, let's have a bowl too, it's the fresh mountain spring water on our mountain, it's sweet. ”

A bowl was handed over.

Qi Kun heard that the old man's voice was like a bell, and his movements were agile, and his skills were like those in the prime of his thirties, presumably because he usually practiced martial arts diligently and insisted on working, so he quickly took it with both hands and drank it all, which was indeed extremely sweet.

Qi Kun returned the tea bowl with both hands and thanked him:

"Thank you, old man, I want to ask you how to get to Fulong Mountain? How far is it from here? ”

The white-haired old man looked up for a moment and replied:

"From here to the southwest about thirty miles, and Baizhang Mountain in the distance, you go to the right-hand side of this road, when you see a few mountains, you can see it when you stand on a high place. The slope of the mountain is both Fulong Mountain, so the locals call it Crooked Head Mountain. I don't know if Childe went to Fulong Mountain to visit friends or pray? ”

Qi Kun was stunned by the question, and replied with a light smile:

"Oh, it's the first time I've been here, and I've heard about the resident immortals of Fulong Mountain for a long time, so I want to come and see it, and I want to say that it's a prayer! If it works, it is indeed to pray that the immortals will have mercy on the people in the world, so that the people will no longer suffer from disasters and famines, and the land will be full of life. ”

The white-haired old man was in awe when he heard this, and nodded his head frequently in praise:

"It is rare for a son to have the world in his heart and pray for the blessings of the common people, and this trip to Fulong Mountain will be worthwhile."

After that, he handed over another bowl of tea:

"Childe, please drink another bowl, it will take some time to go to Fulong Mountain, so as not to be hot and thirsty."

After praying for a drink, he thanked the old man busily, turned around and strode straight in the direction of Fulong Mountain.

About more than an hour, has gradually reached the foot of the mountain, look up at the top of the mountain crooked Fulong Mountain, about 300 meters high, about 1,000 meters long, the west side of the foothill is very steep and dangerous, the northeast side is gentle, and the two mountains on the opposite side form a "concave" shape, this valley forest dense place seems to be able to hide thousands of troops and horses, just can be used as a good barrier pass to the south of the ancient city of Xiangyang.

Qi Kun stopped and looked around, and saw from afar that there were many people lined up on the side of the road, and it turned out that someone was giving porridge to passers-by and the victims. Qi Kun remembered that he hadn't eaten all day, and suddenly felt hunger gurgling in his stomach, and saw that there were few shops around, so he immediately followed everyone into the line to receive porridge to satisfy hunger.

When I came to the front, I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl on the side of the team, holding a bowl of porridge, looking at everyone with an aggrieved face, and tears stained with dust on her thin cheeks, as if she wanted to say something to someone?

Qi Kun beckoned to the little girl and asked:

"Little girl, are you hungry and want to eat porridge?"

The little girl saw that someone had finally asked herself, and her sadness and grievances could not be suppressed, and she replied with sobs:

"Back to Mr., my mother is sick and can't line up, I have already received a bowl for my mother to drink, and when I lined up for the second time to get it again, they said that one person can only get one bowl, why did I come again? I won't be allowed to get it anymore, but my mother is really hungry, I didn't... Woooooo

Qi Kun saw that the little girl was really pitiful, and his heart was sour, and he hurriedly squatted down to wipe away the tears for the little girl, and said:

"Little girl, don't cry, we all know that you feel sorry for your mother, the previous bowl was served to your mother to eat, but you haven't eaten it yet. No, I'll help you line up and get another bowl, okay? ”

Looking at the little girl's suspicious gaze, she continued:

"You see, well-wishers are here to give porridge to everyone, but there are so many people queuing up to receive porridge, and in order to maintain normal order, each person can only be required to receive one bowl, right? Let's stop complaining about them, okay? ”

The little girl's eyes widened, trying to stop her tears:

"Well, thank you sir, I understand, I don't blame them, they are all well-wishers."

The little girl took the porridge from Qi Kun with both hands, carefully brought it to her mother under the tree, and bowed back from time to time in thanks.

Everyone looked at the thin, pitiful, filial and sensible little girl, and they couldn't help but sigh and cry.

At this moment, a carriage drove slowly, and a purple-clothed girl with a light veil sat on the car, taking in everything that had happened.

The girl in purple sent her maid to get out of the car, and went to the soup kitchen stall to tell the person in charge a few words, but saw that the soup kitchen brought two large bowls of white porridge and sent them to Qi Kun:

"Sir, please eat, I'll send this bowl to the little girl."

"In the year of famine, it is rare for you to help the poor and help the poor Bodhisattva's heart, which is admirable! What is the name of Brother Tai? ”

Qi Kun took it with both hands and thanked him.

The principal answered:

"Yes, we have the order of the lord of the fort, every day here to give porridge, this year's Caojiabao eighteen soup kitchens and tea stalls, rain or shine has been carried out for more than a month, I hope to be able to help some more victims to tide over the disaster."

"Caojiabao, the owner of the castle must be a good person, and he must visit him if he has the opportunity."

Qi Kun praised again.

Suddenly, the neighing of horses on the official road, a large crowd of people with bursts of noise and wailing came closer and closer, the first three officials rode on high-headed horses and brandished leather whips, and in the middle a bearded man with broad shoulders and round waist, seemed to be constantly giving orders to everyone in Mongolian.

On both sides of the ranks, dozens of soldiers wielded swords and whips to drive a large group of ragged young and middle-aged refugees to the northeast. The refugees were tied with their hands tied, and in groups of ten, they staggered forward, being whipped and reprimanded at the slightest delay or falling down, and the cries of lamentation were endless. There were still more than 20 soldiers on the periphery, and they were still arresting young refugees along the road, tying their hands and stuffing them into the ranks.

The purple-clothed girl called the maid to the soup kitchener, and commanded:

"Lord Thunder Banner, please go and inquire, what do these officers and soldiers want to arrest so many people?"

"Obey, Holy Aunt wait for a while, and my subordinates will go to find out the situation."

The leader of the Thunder Banner ordered him to turn around and return, put down a pair of picks and two buckets of tea on the cart, and took a dozen pottery bowls and put them on the picks, let a brother pick them up, and walked quickly to the team together.

The Thunder Banner Lord bowed to the three leading leaders:

"A few officials have worked the road, it's hot and stuffy this day, let's drink a bowl of tea to relieve fatigue."

The bearded man at the head of the group muttered with joy on his face, and the Lord of the Thunder Banner couldn't understand Mongolian, but seeing that he gestured as if he was greeting the other two, he quickly went to inform the entourage that the soldiers were also coming to drink some tea.

The flag owner knowingly filled three bowls and handed them to the three officers, and the three of them took it and drank it, and each added another bowl to drink, and the other entourage soldiers also gathered around when they heard the sound.

The Lord of the Thunder Banner beckoned these officers and soldiers to drink tea, and asked the two young soldiers in front of him:

"Master Jun, drink more, look at the stuffy day. Where are you going? And with so many refugees? ”

The one standing in front said:

"Ah, it's so cool, thank you big brother for another bowl."

After he drank his tea, he continued:

"Who wants to? We also have no choice, the day before yesterday we received an order from the province to organize 50,000 migrant workers from all walks of life to go to Bianliang and Daimyo to assist Lord Jialu's army in controlling the river and flooding, where can we organize 50,000 migrant workers in a while? The officials had no choice but to ask us to grab more strong labor along the road and go back to the errand. ”

The Thunder Banner Lord sighed:

"Oh, I see, that's not the way to go."

A soldier in the back stepped forward to put down the tea bowl and continued:

"Who says it's not, fleeing while arresting, our side has managed to get together less than 2,000 people until now, so even if 50,000 people are arrested, what can we do if the people are not aligned?"

The Lord of the Thunder Banner explained that his entourage brother was serving the good military master, so he returned to the carriage and made a detailed statement to the girl in purple, and finally asked:

"Do we care about this today? Please also ask the Holy Aunt to decide. ”

The girl in purple pondered for a moment and said:

"This matter is not trivial, when I rush back to Baizhang Mountain to discuss with the castle master, you keep an eye on it, and if there is anything, send someone back to report immediately."

Let's drive away.

It is said that Qi Kun finished drinking the porridge, and saw that this cadre of officers and soldiers was driving the strong men of the brigade, and along the way, the angry scolding and crying were loud and loud, so he could only retreat to the side of the road and shake his head and sigh.

I thought in my heart, the people of this Yuan Dynasty are really miserable, they have been suffering from famine for many years, their families are ruined, not to mention being displaced, and they are also exploited and bullied by the powerful officials of the dynasty. For a hundred years, the world has been covered with dark clouds and it is difficult to see the light of day, and the children of China have suffered like mustard, how can people not rebel?

Now, I am entrusted by the immortals, I have traveled to this life, and I want to complete the mission and return the land to a bright future, but I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles there are behind?

Qi Kun patted the dust on his clothes, cheered up and continued to walk in the direction of Fulong Mountain.