The three of them went on the road together and exchanged their names.

The child's name was Yao Ping, and the woman said that her surname was Yao, but she did not mention her name. Cheng Ming has the image of a fairy, and he is faintly confident, and the two of them have more expectations in their hearts and are more respectful.

opened his mouth and closed his mouth to call the old immortal, and only remembered the word Cheng Ming in his heart, and did not dare to speak lightly.

Cheng Ming corrected him several times and didn't listen, so he went.

After a few brief exchanges on the way, I figured out the current background.

At this time, it was in the Wanli period, and the two couldn't say how many years it was. I only know that more than ten years ago, King Yan Qingjun fought, fought a battle and changed the emperor, and I don't know anything else.

Cheng Ming asked the woman to talk about her usual life, which was no different from the affected farmers, and she couldn't find any obvious anomalies, so she didn't pay attention to them.

The three of them walked back against the sun, perhaps because they were relaxed, but in less than an hour, the child shouted that he was tired.

I found an abandoned wild tea shed, saw some dilapidated tables and chairs, was overjoyed, and hurriedly went in to rest.

The woman took out water and dry food from the package, hesitated, and gave it to Cheng Ming first.

Cheng Ming pushed away the black cake and said with a smile: "They are all called immortals, so naturally they don't eat fireworks in the world!" ”

The woman did not dare to argue, and gave the bread to the child.

The child swallowed, pushed the cake back and said, "Auntie, I'm not hungry, you can eat." You haven't eaten all day yesterday, and you've only had a few sips of water today, and you'll die if you don't eat again! ”

The woman shook her head and said, "Auntie is not hungry, you are small, you need to eat more!" ”

The child resolutely refused, and talked about the tragic situation of the village, and faintly complimented Cheng Ming in his words.

The two of them pushed back and forth, talking over and over again.

Cheng Ming couldn't help laughing, this is for me to find a way! Sure enough, people are not good-looking, they are honest and honest, but there is no lack of cunning unique to some peasants.

"Okay, okay, if you push it any longer, it'll be dark!"

Cheng Ming thought for a while, patted the table and said, "You hold it up, don't let it move!" ”

The two of them didn't know why, and clung to the broken table.

"See clearly, don't blink!"

Cheng Ming smiled and stretched out his fist, shook it in front of the two of them, waved his hand violently, and threw out a square scarf.

The eyes of the two widened instantly.

Cheng Ming covered the square towel in the palm of his hand, gave it away and smoked it, and the two of them only felt that their eyes were flowering, and there was an extra bowl of hot noodles in front of them.

He put the noodles in front of the child, and did the same to the woman, and put another bowl in the palm of his hand, and put it in front of the woman.

The child stared at the noodles incredulously, his nose twitching, reaching out to grab it.

Cheng Ming opened his black paw and said, "You have to use chopsticks to eat, and you have forgotten the rules?" ”

As he spoke, he rolled the square towel into a cylinder, grabbed it in his hand and shook it, and when he pulled it out, there were already two more pairs of chopsticks.

Cheng Ming slowly put the square towel in his arms, distributed chopsticks, slowly picked up the pipe, gently spit out the cigarette, and said to the stunned two, "What are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up and eat! ”

The child grabbed the chopsticks and took a big bite, the moment the delicious taste was eaten, his whole body was shocked, and tears were about to fall, he quickly picked up the noodles, and spoke incoherently excitedly.

But he stuffed something into his mouth, and all the words he said were whining, and he couldn't hear a word clearly.

Cheng Ming tapped his head with his pipe and scolded: "You don't say anything about eating, you don't say anything when you sleep, if you have anything to say, you will talk about it after eating!" ”

Then he pointed to the woman: "Don't ask anything, just eat!" ”

The woman nodded vigorously and lowered her head to eat the noodles.

The numbers in his mind surged upward, Cheng Ming was slightly stunned, looked at the faintly grateful eyes of the two, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that other people's emotions are also a kind of energy.

With Cheng Ming's trick accompaniment, the road was much easier.

After a few noodles, the two respected Cheng Ming and seemed to regard him as a god from the bottom of their hearts.

He ate too much somen in the previous plane, and he was not interested at all, and he didn't want to make more eye-catching food, so he just swallowed smoke and smoke.

Cheng Ming didn't know that it was this that made the two firm in their hearts.

Stop-and-go, two days passed, crossed Henan into Shandong, and reached the boundary of Dongchang Province.

"Ahead is Wucheng!"

Stepping on the yellow sand under their feet, the road became more and more difficult, and the Yao family and the others did not look very good, because they found that the yellow sand seemed to be more serious.

Cheng Ming finally determined that this was not an ordinary natural disaster, but the kind of thing mentioned by the system.

The closer you get to Wucheng, the bigger the wind and sand, it's like coming to Mobei, the sky is yellow, and you can see a thin layer of sand and dust everywhere.

On the road, on the leaves, on the roof, and even on the people's bodies, it seems that the sandstorms in Beijing are worse than those in Beijing in later generations.

The closer he got to Wucheng, the thicker the yellow sand became, and in the end, Cheng Ming suspected that he was walking on the desert.

You can see half of the city wall from afar, a little lonely and desolate in the desert, and some like the submerged ancient city of Loulan. The difference is that on the yellow sand, there are many people moving, most of them are large bags and small wraps, as if fleeing.

Everyone was tightly wrapped, like Arabs.

"Sure enough, it's an unusual event!"

Cheng Ming did not enter the city, but followed the two of them around the road, and walked for half a day before reaching their village.

The situation here is much better, and it is obvious that the direction of movement of the sand dunes is clearly visible, and the source is directed directly to Wucheng.

When they got home, they were both a little excited, and hurried into the village, and after a while, a large group of people poured out, with anticipation and doubt on their faces, and a trace of pleading.

seems to hope that Cheng Ming is a real immortal, but he is afraid of being deceived.

An old man walked out, looked at Cheng Ming, and bowed his hand respectfully: "Does this old brother have a way to control the sand?" ”

Cheng Ming looked at him, and the child Yao Ping jumped out and said, "This is Grandpa Lichang." ”

Cheng Ming arched his hand, shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, I want to understand the situation first!" Does anyone know where this yellow sand comes from? ”

"Little Lao'er knows a thing or two." The old man had a bitter face: "A month ago, a meteor fell from the sky and fell into the field in front of the village. He took it to Wucheng to sell it on the second day, thinking that he could exchange it for a large sum of money, but he didn't know that he came back on his head.

Xiao Lao'er came back late that day, and happened to meet him at the entrance of the village, and asked a few words, saying that he was robbed of the beads by the gangsters, not to mention, and was beaten severely.

The little old man was startled and hurriedly ran home!

I thought it was just that he got into trouble with some ghost, and it would be over when he died. Who knew that the next day, a sand dune suddenly appeared in the place where he melted the sand, as if there was a sand spring below, and the sand flowed out continuously.

Xiao Lao'er was busy making people report to the official, who knew that many people fled from Wucheng, saying that the entire city was flooded with sand. Only then did the little old man know that something had happened. I want to remedy it, but I don't know how to do it. I don't know how many true Buddhas and false ways I begged, it's useless at all, seeing that half of the village has been flooded in the past month, we are still helpless, and we even have the heart to die! ”