[The "two watches tomorrow" mentioned in the previous chapter is the 9.2 two watches, don't misunderstand. Tonight's night shift, it's impossible to double shift......]

Wei County, Jizhou, in a forest on the southern outskirts of Yuancheng.

Fifty-five people, including Guan Yu and Xiahoudun, dismounted and rested for a while. Or bury the pot to make rice, or drink horses and feed grass.

"Big brother, there are not a few tribes in the clan, don't worry about it anymore!" Cao Ren sat with Xiahoudun and comforted him in a low voice.

When Xiahoudun heard this, he just shook his head.

Before leaving the mountain, there was a letter from home, saying that the Yellow Turban thieves were everywhere, and Qian County was not exempt. The elders of the two clans discussed, and the clan moved to Luoyang, the capital division, to temporarily avoid the military disaster. The parents of Cao Ren and Xiahoudun are also among the migrants.

"Before you and I left home, I told them that 'the Taiping thieves are about to rise up, it is better to avoid the trouble of the white tiger', but they vetoed it." Xiahoudun sighed.

"It's useless to think too much, when the Julu matter is over, you and I will rush to Jingshi. By the way, Ah Weng once said in the letter that most of the younger generations of the two clans, such as Zilian and Miaocai, went to Mengde, wanting to ask for meritorious service and fame for the thief. I don't know if you and I can meet with your brothers and sisters on this trip? ”

"Meng De is in Yingchuan, Yuzhou, and you and I are going to Julu, Jizhou, how can we meet?"

"It's a pity, I originally wanted Zilian and them to see the power of my immortal method!"

"There will be a chance in the future!"

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard Gao Lu shouting: "Stop!" ”

Everyone followed the prestige, and a five-foot child in tattered clothes and covered in mud was tiptoeing, tugging at the mane of a horse, and trying to raise his little black hand to grasp the cloth bag on the horse's back.

The horse was pulled in pain, and "Herod" roared, and at the same time lifted its hind legs and kicked violently!

"Whoosh!"

Guan Yu suddenly jumped out from the side, hugged the little child, and rolled on the spot, avoiding the raised horses' hooves.

In an instant, the rabbit rises and falls!

It wasn't until Guan Yu and the others got up from the grass that everyone reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to step forward to ask about the situation, a group of people slowly walked out of the woods.

Emaciated as a dried skeleton, ragged and unkempt, or hobbling with clay pots with broken edges, or branches whose bark had been gnawed away.

Refugee?

Pan Feng and the others frowned.

Because of the little king, Yanzhou has not been in war, and there are few military disasters, and it is quite calm. And Jizhou, just after walking through a county, met homeless people. The chaos of the war and the suffering of Li Shu can be seen.

"Awen!"

The little boy, who had just been saved, shook his big feathered hand and jumped up and ran to the side of a blank man in the refugee group.

"Dare to ask the name of the strong man?"

"A pawn under the throne of a certain White Tiger Mountain Yan, his name and surname are not worth mentioning."

"Thank you White Tiger for saving my grandson!"

Among the refugees, a sixty-year-old man with a cane thanked Guan Yu.

Guan Yu didn't dare to take it, turned sideways to avoid it, and asked the old man again: "Listen to Ah Gong's voice, but the Youzhou people's clan?" ”

"Exactly." The old man's breath was quite scattered, Xu was in a hurry and a little tired, and after a while, he said, "We were originally from Youbeiping, Youzhou, and we suffered a locust plague last year, and now we are in trouble again." Grain, rice and clothing were robbed by thieves, and it was difficult to survive the winter. Helplessly, the whole clan was left out. ”

"Where is Grandpa going?"

"I want to go to Jingshi to beg for food."

Capital?

Guan Yu and the others glanced at the old man's weak body and were silent.

After a little more and a half, the people set out on horseback. Before leaving, they took some dry rice and rice from their bags and left them behind.

Pan Feng also took out a pear from his arms, handed it to the child, and muttered: "This fruit, but the little king stuffed me before leaving, and I was reluctant to eat it along the way." Now, I'll give it to you. ”

Fifty-five rode away on horseback, and a group of homeless people knelt down and thanked without stopping.

The little boy pinched the pear branch in one hand and held the fruit in the other, jumped to the old man's side, and stretched out his hand to hand it over: "Grandpa, the fruit."

"Grandson, grandpa doesn't eat, you can eat." The old man stroked Xiao'er's messy hair and said with a smile.

The grandfather and grandson were enjoying themselves, and the child's father suddenly shouted: "Little king? Little King! The little king of Yanzhou White Tiger Mountain! ”

The old man frowned and looked at his crazy son, and was about to reprimand, but suddenly reacted - the White Tiger Mountain Yan King! The businessmen are true people who can make immortals and summon dragons by word of mouth!

Unexpectedly, the benefactors of "food and life-saving" came from the throne of Yanda.

Since the subordinates are doing such good deeds, then "King Yan" should also take a bite of food.

Similar scenes have appeared in many places in Jizhou. Groups of displaced people were rerouted to Yanzhou, poured into Jiyin County, and flocked to Baihu Mountain.

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Outside Julu City, in the official barracks, on the school field.

A Xuanjia warrior, with a long sword in hand, ready to fight. In the sky three zhang in front of him, there is a young girl in brocade clothes stepping on a sword and floating in the air.

"Haha, Little Lady Du, you have lost all your mana, and there is only one flying sword left, which is no match for the long knife in Li's palm! Why don't you throw in the towel! ”

The Xuanjia warrior said this triumphantly, and the young girl who stepped on the sword screamed in anger. With a wave of his little hand, a flying sword rushed towards the samurai again.

Thorns, picks, splits, and chops, although no one holds them, they move and toss and turn, and do everything they can.

However, the Xuanjia samurai sword skills are indeed good, slashing left and right, calmly responding, although the forehead is full of fine sweat, but in the end it blocks all the momentum of the flying sword!

Du Xiaoniang's little face was swollen with anger, but she still couldn't help the Xuanjia warrior. The competition fell into a stalemate for a while.

Under the school field, there were several people watching the game.

"Master Du, this is just for play, don't worry!" The eight-foot fat man, who had heavy muscles and a wide face and a square mouth, grabbed the scribe with a red face next to him, and said with a smile, "Li Dao is a general under my command, and he knows how to measure." ”

"The sword has no eyes, it's child's play!" The scribe couldn't break free from the fat man's pull, so he shouted angrily at the Xuanjia warrior, "Li Zhiran, stop quickly!" ”

There were two other children watching the battle.

One of his daughters was so angry that she clenched her fists and screamed, but she was stopped by the soldiers in front of her, to no avail.

Another boy pointed sharply to the sky, and at the moment when he blocked the soldiers from subconsciously raising his head, he took advantage of the situation to rush into the school field. Before he came to the stage, he pulled out a small short bow from his waist, wound it with an arrow, "swished", and three arrows in succession went straight to the front of the samurai.

Caught off guard, the samurai was almost hit, and was attacked by the young girl's flying sword, and he was immediately in a hurry.

"Damn it!" The samurai was furious, and after slashing several times in a row, and after earning a little free, he immediately took off the horn bow from his back and prepared to shoot.

Seeing this, the scribes in the audience were immediately in a hurry, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and angrily slashed at the eight-foot fat man: "Dong Zhongying, withdraw your hand!" ”

The fat man then smiled and let the scribe go, and let him run to the stage. The fight between the two sides thus stopped.

The Xuanjia warrior returned the sword into the sheath, strode back to the fat man's side, and stood solemnly. The previous pride and anger were swept away, just like two people.

And the fat man, looking at the big and three small ones, didn't say hello to one and left, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mind didn't belong.

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In a tent in the official barracks.

Durolo lay on his stomach on the straw mat, looking depressed.

"Lolomo is discouraged, when your mana is reversed, it's not too late to clean up that big man!"

"Sister Luo Luo is not defeated today."

"Good Lolo!"

The three of them were carefully comforting Xiao Luoluo, and someone suddenly came outside the tent.

Du Yi opened the curtain and saw that it was Liu Bei, Lu Zhonglang's disciple, and his newly recognized brother Zhang Fei.

"That fat guy really made his fierce generals compete with Xiao Luoluo?" Zhang Fei stared at him and asked.

Du Ji sighed and nodded.

"I don't know who wins and who loses?" Liu Xuande asked curiously.

When Xiao Luoluo heard this question, his little face wrinkled even more. Du Yi hurriedly stepped forward and comforted him again.

Zhang Fei also helped persuade: "Luo Luo is good, I'll go and beat that Li Dao later, and I'll be angry with you!" ”

The camp was bustling with activity, and someone was visiting.

"Can Du Bohou be here? The deceased Xiahoudun came to visit! ”