The territory ruled by Zhentian Pavilion is 100,000 li.

However, in the land of 100,000 miles, there are not many ordinary people who cannot cultivate, and most people, as long as they have a little talent, will choose to cultivate.

Because, in their opinion, cultivating martial arts is far stronger than ordinary people.

This has also led to the fact that in the past few years, there have been wars in these 100,000 miles to grab territory resources.

Although now, Zhentian Pavilion has unified a radius of 100,000 li, however, the number of ordinary people here is too small.

Even monks need the services of ordinary people.

Like the cultivation of those elixirs, as well as the mining of mineral veins, most of them still rely on ordinary people to complete.

The monk's time is mainly spent on cultivation.

However, the scarcity of ordinary people nowadays still has a certain impact on the overall strength of Zhentian Pavilion.

Wu Nu has already talked to Jiang Mo many times about this matter.

Jiang Mo was outside the Zhentian Pavilion, pacing back and forth, thinking about this question.

It didn't take long for Wu Nu to hurriedly come this way.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Mo looked at Wu Nu and asked with a smile.

"Childe, the two gold-level forces have been fighting each other recently, the Black Abyss Gate and the Immortal Mountain. There are many people who have suffered from the fish in the pond. ”

Wu Nu said.

"Heiyuan Gate, Changsheng Mountain?" Jiang Mo frowned, he still knew about these two gold-level forces.

But, for some reason, there was a conflict.

"Well, the battle between the two major sects is very tragic, and many people have fled their homes and become refugees. The other silver-level forces in the Northern Regions did not take them in at all. So there are nearly a million refugees, all coming to our side!" Wu Nu said worriedly.

If the number is small, it is better to say that there are too many of them, and once the refugees pour in, I am afraid that it will cause turmoil and have an impact on the lives of the original people.

This is also the reason why Wu Nu rushed over and discussed with Jiang Mo.

This kind of big thing, she can't be the master alone.

"Nearly a million refugees?" Jiang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Since other places don't take them in, then we will take them in Zhentian Pavilion." ”

"But, Childe, if this is the case, I am afraid that the order that we have built up with great difficulty will be chaotic! You know, millions of refugees, they have no food to eat and no clothes to wear. Maybe they will rob the local people of their clothes and food. Wu Nu dissuaded.

Jiang Mo waved his hand and said, "With the current strength of my Zhentian Pavilion, there is no problem in managing millions of refugees. ”

"This year, we will provide them with food, clothing, shelter and transportation. But remember, we didn't help them in vain. Jiang Mo smiled, "Since they have come to us, they must abide by the rules." Zhentian Pavilion has a radius of 100,000 miles, and there are many places, all of which are barren land. Let these millions of refugees go to open up wasteland and farm. Once this period has passed, they have survived, and there will be a harvest next year. Slowly, you will settle here. It's a great thing for the development of our Zhentian Pavilion!"

In fact, Jiang Mo looked at it much more far-reaching than Wu Nu.

Before, he was still worried that if there were no ordinary people to do those basic and boring labors, then the monks would not be able to practice well.

Now, the entry of these millions of refugees has solved the urgent need of Zhentian Pavilion at once.

Hearing Jiang Mo say this, Wu Nu also showed a look of sudden realization.

She felt that she had done well enough, but now it seems that the gap between her and Jiang Mo is still very far.

It's not a matter of details, it's a matter of vision and pattern.

If these millions of refugees can live and work in peace and contentment in the territory of Zhentian Pavilion.

Then, those elixir cultivation, ore vein mining, iron tool manufacturing, etc., do not need to be done by the monk himself.

More importantly, who can guarantee that among these millions of refugees, there are not some geniuses with terrible talents, but they are buried?

Moreover, even if all of these millions of people are ordinary people who cannot practice martial arts, then they can also replenish the strength of the Night Demon Knights.

You must know that people who are often unable to cultivate martial arts have a super sense of magic elements.

This is the fundamental reason why Jiang Mo is willing to take in millions of refugees.

Maybe on a deeper level, he also has a trace of compassion, but he hasn't discovered it for the time being.

"The slave family is going to arrange these things. Wu Nu bowed and said.

When Wu Nu left, Jiang Mo added, "Give these refugees enough respect, don't let them feel that our Zhentian Pavilion is giving them alms." Anyone has self-esteem, and if you save them at this time, it embarrass them. I'm afraid there will be hidden dangers. ”

Jiang Mo's instructions are not completely unreasonable, and taking in millions of refugees is indeed like charity.

"Hmm. ”

Wu Nu nodded and left, and Jiang Mo also put down a stone in his heart.

"No wonder the Black Abyss Gate has died a nine-star martial saint, and he can be indifferent, it turns out that he is busy fighting with the people of Changsheng Mountain!"

Jiang Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Some time ago, he had been worried that the Black Abyss Gate would come to retaliate, after all, the other party was a gold-level force, and Jiang Mo did not dare to take it lightly.

Now it seems that it is not that they do not retaliate, but that they are held back.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

During this period, Wu Nu handled the affairs of millions of refugees very well, and there were almost no major problems.

Those refugees probably knew in their hearts that if it weren't for Zhentian Pavilion, I was afraid that the war between the two gold-level forces would be enough to destroy them, the common people.

As for the silver-level forces that rejected them before, they have left an impression of cold-blooded and ruthless in the hearts of these refugees.

Perhaps, in the future, these refugees will live and work in peace and contentment in the territory of Zhentian Pavilion and reproduce their descendants.

They will tell their children and grandchildren about this sad past.

"Pavilion Master, under the urging of General Qin, these days, our brothers of the Shadow Wolf Legion have been mining day and night, and fifteen hundred Void Demon Stones have been mined. ”

Zuo Ape came to Zhentian Pavilion again, his eyes were all black, his hair was messy, and his clothes seemed to have not been washed for many days.

He presented a storage ring.

"Hard work brothers!, in the future, the Shadow Wolf Legion will be the hero of my Zhentian Pavilion!" Jiang Mo sighed deeply.

From the state of the left ape, it can be seen that the other sergeants must be working day and night these days.

"It is an honor for our brothers of the Shadow Wolf Legion to serve the Pavilion Master!"

The left ape grinned and said with a humble smile.

"Go and rest, bring these elixirs to my brothers for me. Jiang Mo took out more than a dozen bottles of precious pills from Zichen's space and handed them to Zuo Ape.

He then left the place.

Today, I want to try to see if I can teleport the big yellow cat back to the tomb of the fairy king.

(End of chapter)