The road to Beichen County was not all smooth sailing.

At this time, the chaos has appeared, and there are often refugees who drag their families and mouths, strongmen who rob the road, and bandits who fall into the grass·····

Fortunately, the Ding family's convoy was powerful, all wearing armor and knives, which was shocking and saved a lot of trouble.

The sound of horses' hooves was triumphant, and the wheels of the car drove on the official road that had fallen into disrepair, and it was very bumpy.

Fortunately, the carriage was covered with thick cotton wool and pressed with a layer of wooden boards, so that it did not look too boring.

The speed of the convoy is not very fast, and in order to take care of the horsepower, it is often stopped for a while.

The two knights rode fast horses to find their way ahead, and would come back from time to time to report on the situation.

They are all good hands that are rare to see in the world, and they have golden bodies, even if they encounter an ambush, they can easily get out.

On this day, I went outside a village.

In the distance, I saw a lot of people gathered outside the village, facing the villagers across the boundary stones.

The people of the village, armed with hoes, knives, kitchen knives, etc., as weapons, watched them vigilantly.

As soon as anyone crossed the line, they rushed forward and struck him so hard that his head was broken and his head was bleeding, and he wailed again and again.

"Brother, is that a homeless person?"

Ding Yuchen opened the curtain and already saw the front.

She had never seen anything like it.

These homeless people, unclothed, men, women, and children, all of them are yellow-faced and thin-skinned, and they obviously have nothing.

Their faces were numb and had the air of death, and some of them fell headlong as they walked, and could not get up again.

"Can you ·····?"

"Sister·········

Ding Dang grabbed the reins of the horse, looked at his sister's eyes with some expectation, sighed helplessly, and shook his head.

"No, sister."

A little child, grabbing his parents' clothes and crying, somehow, Ding Dang was also a little moved.

I thought of my parents.

However········

"No, no!"

"It's not that I haven't tried it on the road before, but if they show the slightest intention of taking it in, they will rush up, and it will be difficult to get out when the time comes."

"Besides, the convoy didn't have too much water and dry food in the first place, so we could only buy it along the way, and we didn't have any surplus food to help others."

Ding Yuchen blinked his eyes, didn't speak, just looked at him with an innocent look.

Ding Dang was looked at for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, smiled helplessly, and said:

"In this way, I'll use my spiritual eye to see if there are any people in this group of homeless people who have good innate temperament, or some other abilities, pick two and bring them."

Ding Yuchen replied with a big smile.

This is actually a pretext.

In fact, it is unlikely that these displaced people will have talent.

The big families along the way are not stupid, so they naturally picked out those carpenters, blacksmiths, and even tailors and other skilled elders.

Besides, with these specialties, where can you go to earn a living, as for wandering with these villagers who can only farm?

Think about it, you know it's impossible·······

As for the innate temperament········· How can there be so many good things in the world waiting for you to come across?

Where did those disciples who were loose cultivators and sects come from?

There really is that the seedling of cultivation, the seed of immortality, has been searched for a long time ago, so it will not stay here.

Ding Yuchen knew that his younger brother was actually taking care of her mood, so he reluctantly did it.

Ding Dang beckoned five or six black-armored knights and accompanied them forward.

In this chaotic world, being alone is a terrible thing, so you can't help but be on guard.

Something similar has happened before, so Ding Dang is especially careful when traveling now.

After getting closer, Ding Dang sat on his horse and simply used his true qi to stimulate the acupuncture points.

Suddenly, things in front of me became very different.

As if it had been seen before, it was not a real color.

In the spiritual eye, there are not only seven colors of all things, but many indescribable colors.

This is a small spell that has not been mentioned in the "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra".

When Ding entered the world, he learned some tips on how to use mana from several teachers.

In fact, this kind of spiritual eye, even people who do not have mana can use it, it is nothing more than to find substitutes, such as willow leaves, ox tears, etc., to scrub the acupuncture points of the eyes, and you can see some things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, such as this kind of luck.

This is just the most superficial qi technique, you can only see the most superficial layer of floating luck, a rough look at some color, you can't see through the roots, but think that these homeless people are so down, how much luck can they have, so it is enough to use at this time.

Sure enough, Ding Dang looked at it, and these homeless people were all white chopsticks, mixed with one or two wisps of gray qi.

Among these hundreds of people, the highest natal is only a middle-aged man.

There was a thick white pillar of his real name floating above his head, which went straight up five or six feet, tall and strong, and stood out among a group of homeless people.

Roughly judging from his position, he still has some status in it.

I saw this middle-aged man come forward to negotiate with the villagers, and I didn't know what they were talking about, and soon I saw someone in the village picking up some sweet potatoes and sorghum in baskets, and loading two baskets.

Ding Dang drove the horse and approached to listen.

"There is not much surplus food in our village, this is what Master Huang in the village ordered to give to you."

"You take these, hurry up, don't be here, we are also poor, there is no more!"

The villagers didn't have a good face, but the middle-aged man thanked him and turned to distribute the food.

What is surprising is that although these homeless people are staring at the food, they do not rush to grab it.

Obviously, this middle-aged man has considerable prestige among them.

"Everyone, these grains can't be eaten raw, if you still have the strength, it's better to collect some firewood nearby, and let's roast it here and eat it."

"Beware of the beasts, don't go far."

Among the homeless people, there are still some men who can fight, and at this time, some of them go around to collect dry firewood, and some of them keep an eye on the people on the other side of the village.

In these years, there was no shortage of slave traders who took advantage of the chaos to arrest and sell, and the rest of the people were obviously letting go of this hand.

Ding Dang looked at it here, and nodded secretly.

This person is careful, bold, and hopeful, and if he is ambitious, he may not be able to do great things.

As for the natal pattern is too low········· You must know that this kind of thing can grow with the continuous tempering of people's circumstances, and luck can be acquired, if you believe in luck is better than no luck.

The reason why Wangqi is weak is that it only sees the present, and it has nothing to do with talent, character, etc.

What it shows is actually a person's status and situation in the heavenly machine, of course, this only refers to the dynasty of the human world, and the immortals and aliens do not enter here.