Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry from the crowd, and a little Lori with a ponytail about four or five years old was anxiously shaking an old man with white hair.

The old man lay on the cold earth, his teeth clenched, his brows furrowed, and his face looked pained.

"Grandpa, who's going to save my grandpa..."Little Lori cried, helplessly praying for the refugees around her.

However, the surrounding refugees were like wooden people, and they just glanced at the grandparents and grandchildren, then turned around and looked at the porridge shed again.

"Mr. Xiao Huang is here..."Suddenly, someone outside the crowd shouted, and then there was a commotion from the crowd, and a scholar dressed in a white scholar's uniform, with a face like a crown of jade, and eyebrows like a knife, walked in from outside the crowd.

Seeing this white-robed scholar, there was a trace of emotional fluctuation in the eyes of the refugees.

The road to Chang'an is high and far away, and there are often demons and cannibals, if there is no support from this white-robed scholar, they are estimated to have to lose at least one-third.

As a result, scholars are young, but they have a high reputation among refugees.

"Uncles, please let me let the kid diagnose Grandpa Wang." As he spoke, he bent down, his slender stone fingers like jade pillars lightly rested on the old man's wrist, and he closed his eyes and groaned.

"Plague!" In the anxious waiting of everyone, the scholar's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were full of horror, he subconsciously got up, staggered back a few steps, and widened the distance between him and the old man.

"What, it's the plague?" Hearing the words of the white-robed scholar, the refugee group instantly rioted.

"Everyone, be quiet, don't mess around, this plague is not very contagious, just burn it with fire, and you can cut off its roots." Seeing this, the corner of the white-robed scholar's mouth concealed a hint of a smile, and then quickly hidden, shouting at the group of refugees.

"Quick, quick, listen to the little yellow scholar, go find firewood..."

"yes, go find firewood..."

"Hurry up and burn Old Man Wang and Wang Erya to death, so that the problem will not spread..."

"There are just two people missing, we can drink a little more porridge..."

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At this moment, the refugees, who were originally like walking corpses, burst out with unprecedented strength, and in a short time, a high firewood pile was piled up, and the ancestors and grandchildren were tied to the wooden frame of the firewood pile.

"No, old man, I don't have the plague, I'm just fainting from hunger..."

"Folks, Er Ya and I really don't have the plague, you believe me..." At this moment, the old man had already woken up from the rough movements of the refugees, and shouted with horror in his eyes.

"Burn them..."

"Burn them..."

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However, the old man's struggles and shouts were doomed to be in vain, and the refugees, who had fallen into a certain frenzy, could not care about the porridge at the moment, and surrounded the firewood pile, roaring wildly at the firewood pile, and venting their anger with hideous expressions.

They are the wretched people who have been displaced by natural disasters, they have been uprooted from their homes, they hate, they hate the injustice of the heavens, why should the disaster belay them and not others...

They hate, hate that the court can't rescue in time, so that they don't have clothes and food...

They hate, hate...

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But there is no doubt that they are the lowest level of society, even if they have hatred in their hearts, they dare not vent to anyone, they are afraid of revenge, afraid of death...

Therefore, they can only vent the anger in their hearts on the helpless grandchildren of this pair, at this moment, it is no longer important whether the grandparents and grandchildren have the plague or not.

"Folks, I'm an old bone and I'm dead, but Erya is only four years old... You can't burn her..."Seeing that the refugees had made up their minds, a trace of despair flashed in the old man's eyes, and he glanced at his granddaughter with a small face and pleaded bitterly.

However, no one paid attention to his pleadings...

"The two of you have contracted the plague and will definitely die, Xiao Sheng is deeply sympathetic to your suffering, but in order to avoid disaster in the township, Xiao Sheng can only endure the pain..."

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"Are you sure that scholar's name is Huang Chao?" Protecting the Holy King's Mansion, after listening to An Tianwei's spy report, Yun Shibao's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stood up from his chair.

Yun Shibao naturally knew about the gathering of refugees from all over the country to Chang'an, in order to ensure the safety of the refugees on the road, Yun Shibao also squeezed out hundreds of secret agents from An Tianwei, who was already understaffed, blended in with the refugees, and secretly guarded the refugees all the way.

He also heard a report from his subordinates, saying that there was a white-robed scholar who knew how to do immortal art among the refugees, and he had killed many demons along the way, and he had a great reputation among the refugees. come

Originally, Yun Shibao planned to wait for the end of the sacrificial ceremony to recruit this scholar and absorb him into An Tianwei, but now it seems...

"Yes, Your Highness, his name is indeed Huang Chao, looking at his methods, he seems to know some Buddhist methods, and he is planning to burn a pair of ancestors and grandchildren suffering from the plague at this moment."

"The stakes are so great that the little ones dare not hide it." Below Yun Shibao, An Tianwei, a refugee-looking spy said respectfully.

"Yellow Nest... Immediately set up a shelf and go to the porridge shed outside the city..."

"No, it's too late, the Lone King will go in person..."Yun Shibao's face changed for a while, and he muttered.

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared into the study.

According to historical records, Huang Chao, the leader of the peasant uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty, participated in the imperial examination, but unfortunately failed to make the list, so he stood in front of the list and recited a poem.

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

From the Tianxiang array through Chang'an, the city is full of golden armor.

In the second year, Huangchao rebelled, conquered more than ten states in a row, known as demons, once slaughtered 8 million people, human flesh was military food, and where it passed, blood flowed and drifted.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely a murderous demon king who has left a strong mark in the history books, and with Li Heng's experience, Yun Shibao will naturally not despise it.

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"Old man, I know there is no plague." On the firewood pile, the white-robed scholar pointed his toes on a piece of dead wood, and whispered softly in the ear of the begging old man.

"You... You... Why? Hearing the words of the white-robed scholar, the old man's pupils suddenly grew.

"Do you remember the orphan you kicked out of the village ten years ago?" The corners of the scholar's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a gloomy smile.

"You... You are... Yellow Nest? The old man's eyes showed a hint of memory, and then he looked at the handsome young man in front of him like a ghost.

Ten years ago, an orphan in their village peeked at the widow bathing, and when the villagers found him, the old man who was serving as the patriarch at the time drove him out of the village according to the clan rules.

Later, the old man also regretted a little, after all, a seven-year-old child, once he left the village, he had no relatives, and he was afraid that he would not live long, so he ordered people to go out of the village to look for him, wanting to find the child.

After seven days of fruitless searching, the villagers gave up.

The old man never expected that the child who he thought was dead would be transformed into a handsome scholar who knew the spells of the fairy family ten years later, and came back to ask for his life.