The New Year is the most important festival for the Chinese people, perhaps the New Year is approaching, and people's enthusiasm for the festival blows away the sorrow of the plague. Looking at the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters pasted next to the doors of every house, the corners of Ling Yu's mouth unconsciously raised a smile. It was as if he had returned to the bitter winter of more than twenty years ago, to that carefree boyhood. Ling Yu still clearly remembers that when he was young, at the beginning of every new year, Ling Feng and Di Xun would prepare a lot of candy for Ling Yu, and Mo Wanjun would also make a few new clothes for Ling Yu, so that Ling Yu would have more capital to show off when playing with Shi Shi, Da Zhuang and others. In retrospect, that was a long time ago. Since I stepped into the spiritual world, I rarely spend the Spring Festival at home with my relatives. Now that the New Year is approaching, Ling Yu's homesickness flooded into her mind in an instant, and she couldn't wait to fly back to her family immediately.

The ghost sent the gods, and Ling Yu actually walked into the village. The houses in the village were destroyed by the Zhong family and others in Sixiang City before, and they have long been unrecognizable. But fortunately, the people who lived in Lingjiazhuang later were also industrious, and they had already repaired the houses through their own efforts, and they were even stronger than before. The children in the village, who had not yet been affected by the plague, were playing in the streets with firecrackers, not knowing that a life-and-death tragedy was being staged in China, and they only knew that being with their parents and relatives was the happiest thing. Occasionally, the old man moved out of his chair and basked in the sun at the gate of the courtyard. The traces of wind and frost left on their faces by the carving knives of the years, whether they are in good spirits or old men in their old age, they are enjoying the gentle time in life that cannot predict the future. As a stranger, Ling Yu's sudden appearance made the people in the village instantly alert.

When they saw Ling Yu appear, the old men in front of each house struggled to stand up, calling for the children in the courtyard while protecting the children in the village behind them. Huaxia is now in an extraordinary period, although Ling Yu has a kind face, but the fierceness in his eyes makes the old men guess that this person is a strong man who has experienced life and death and has been stained with blood. For such a stranger, they don't know if they still have the strength to resist, but they will never let a stranger do anything here. In particular, there are many ignorant children here, who are the future of the people in the village and cannot be harmed.

Hearing the call of the old men, the middle-aged men in the village rushed out of the courtyard one after another, and in just an instant, nearly forty strong men surrounded Ling Yu in the center, all of them holding blades such as firewood knives, hoes, and axes in their hands. These tools were all things they used when they were plowing the fields, not weapons, so after Ling Yu swept towards everyone, he knew that they were definitely not cultivators, but ordinary people. Ling Yu could be fearless in the face of the powerhouses in the cultivation world, and even when facing the Immortal Venerable, but when facing the ordinary people, Ling Yu actually showed a look of guilt.

Because Ling Yu knew that it was his arrival that frightened these kind villagers. Thinking of this, Ling Yu hugged his fists at the strong men around him, and Lang said with a smile: "Big brother, I think this is a misunderstanding. I was originally a citizen of this Lingjiazhuang, and I came back to see it because I missed my homeland. But I didn't expect to inadvertently disturb your life, so I'm really sorry. Ling Yu's face was sincere and extremely sincere. Because Ling Yu knew that these people must have suffered a lot of harm, so they were all in the air, and the fear in their eyes made Ling Yu feel distressed even by a stranger.

"Stand down, I don't think the lad is lying, this is indeed where he once lived. We have invaded someone's home, and now we are so rude to him, it is indeed a bit excessive. Just when the strong men in the village heard Ling Yu's words, they looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe Ling Yu or not, an old voice came from the back of the crowd. Hearing that dissuasion, the middle-aged men scattered around, making way for the old man behind him. Through the actions of these people, Ling Yu could guess that the person who spoke must be a respected senior in the village, so he could convince the strong man.

When Ling Yu looked at the back of the crowd, he found that an old man over eighty years old had trembled into the crowd with the support of a young girl. The old man had gray hair and a white beard that was over his chest. His eyes were cloudy, as if he was dying. However, through the old man's words, Ling Yu could probably guess that this person should be the leader of this group of people, or someone like the village chief of the place where they lived before. Otherwise, these men in the prime of life would not obey the old man's words. When Ling Yu looked at the old man, the old man also kept looking at Ling Yu. Although the old man is already at the age of death, his cloudy old eyes do not rub sand. The old man has experienced many things, although he does not know how to practice, but because he has experienced all the vicissitudes of life, he has a vicious gaze and sees people very accurately. He just glanced at Ling Yu lightly, and guessed that Ling Yu was a cultivator with cultivation, and besides, the other party was not lying.

After looking at it, the old man hugged Ling Yu with his fists, and said with a little guilt: "This little brother, please forgive me! We are the people of Luojiazhuang, a place called Luojiazhuang at the intersection of the Northern Regions and Zhongzhou, because the people of many nearby villages are infected with the plague, so we fled all the way north to here in order to escape for our lives." When I first came here, I saw that it was a mess and ruined, and I thought it was a dilapidated place that no one lived in. That's why we stopped here without the owner's consent. If you are rude, please forgive me. Don't worry, we won't encroach on the precious land. After the old man finished speaking, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said to the middle-aged men behind him: "Now that the master has returned, let's quickly pack up our things and leave." Remember, we only take our own things, and we must not touch a single brick or tile or plant or tree in the village!"

"Village Chief!"

Hearing the old man's words, not only the middle-aged man, but even the women and children who squeezed out of the courtyard were also surprised, they looked at the old man stupidly, with a look of frustration in their eyes, and almost cried and said. They didn't expect that after thousands of miles of travel, they would be forced to leave again as soon as they had a place to stay. Moreover, today is the twenty-eighth day of the new year, and there are two days left before Chinese New Year's Eve. At this time, where else can they go? Is it difficult to let them really sleep in the snow and starve? These people have all experienced flight and disaster, and they have lived in fear of those days of fear.

"Old man, what are you talking about! The younger generation has no intention of driving the big brothers away. I've only been away from home for a few years, and my loved ones already have a place to live, so this time I'm just passing by my former home occasionally, so I want to come back and see. Old man, the intersection of the Northern Regions and Zhongzhou is thousands of miles away from here, you have traveled a long way, and finally have a foothold, how can I do such a thing that has lost my conscience? You can rest assured, you can live here with peace of mind, and take this place as your own home, and settle down here in the future to multiply. From now on, this place is no longer Lingjiazhuang, but Luojiazhuang!" Looking at the urgency in the eyes of the middle-aged men nearby, and the tears in the eyes of the women and children, Ling Yu felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly hugged his fists to the old village chief and said. Those children who snuggled in their mother's arms, exuding fear, broke Ling Yu's heart.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, the old man looked at the expectations of the middle-aged men, as well as the look of hope in the eyes of the women and children, so he had to sigh lightly and said to Ling Yu: "Thank you little brother for your great kindness, we are all poor people, and there is nothing to repay you, please accept our worship!"

After the old man finished speaking, he nodded to the middle-aged man and the women and children on the side. When everyone heard the old man's words, they all grabbed the child in their arms and knelt down towards Ling Yu at the same time. They knew that it was Ling Yu who gave them a place to settle down, and such a great favor was indeed worthy of everyone bowing down to Ling Yu.

"Old man, brothers, what are you doing here! Hurry up!" Looking at the gratitude in the eyes of the people, Ling Yu had mixed feelings for a while. People in the world often say that people who have an atmospheric festival do not bend their waists for five buckets of rice, but how many people really have that kind of atmospheric festival? These people are the lowest level of existence in China, they do not know how to cultivate, they are not eunuchs, and even wild beasts can easily take their lives. After all the hardships, perhaps being alive is the greatest luxury. In the face of life and death, they can even give up their dignity and bow their heads. Is it humble? No, this is the helplessness of the human heart.

After helping the old man and the group of men up, Ling Yu wanted to say something, but he felt that his heart was blocked and he couldn't say a word. In the end, Ling Yu could only silently walk to the water tank, take out three drops of Ice Chalcedony Jade Dew Pill, and drip them into the water. These Ice Chalcedony Jade Dew Pills were the supreme treasure of the cultivation world, and these ordinary people could not refine them at all, so Ling Yu could only use the most ancient method to dilute them and give them to these people. Three drops of Ice Chalcedony Jade Dew Pill were enough to nourish the nearly three hundred people in the village. Although the Ice Chalcedony Jade Dew Pill could not help them enter the cultivation realm, it could at least make them strong.

When Ling Yu dropped the Ice Chalcedony Jade Dew Pill into the water, he whispered to the old man, "Old man, this is the treasure medicine I obtained from a master in the cultivation world, although it cannot help you avoid the spread of the plague, but at least it can strengthen your physique and prolong your life. I know you have all gone through a lot of hardships, but no matter what, we still have to live strong! Only by living can we have infinite hope and infinite possibilities!" For this group of kind people, Ling Yu didn't know what else he could do for them. His mind was spinning and he thought it was the best thing he could do.

For Ling Yu's words, the old village chief and the people in the village were convinced. Although they didn't know how to cultivate, they could smell an extremely fragrant breath through the small porcelain bottle in Ling Yu's hand, and with that fragrant fragrance alone, they felt as if they could lift the sun and soar. Therefore, when Ling Yu said it to the old village chief, the village chief knelt down with the people in the village again and kowtowed to Ling Yu to thank him. For them, the most ordinary people, maybe they can only express their gratitude by giving Ling Yu a big gift. These people are too simple and too kind, but they have humanity in them.

And when the old village chief knelt down and raised his head again, he found that there was no trace of Ling Yu in front of him, as if the man with a heroic face had never appeared. However, the aroma emanating from the water tank in front of them reminded them all the time that Ling Yu had indeed been here.

"Grandpa, who is that person?" Looking at the empty entrance of the village in front of her, the girl who had supported the village chief before had a puzzled look on her face, she hugged the village chief and asked softly. When the girl asked, her eyes flashed, and there was a hint of shyness in curiosity.

He ...... I don't know his identity, let alone his name, but you have to remember that he is a good person!"

After leaving the village, Ling Yu hurried all the way and flew towards Mizusawa Divine City. When he saw the old man before, he couldn't help but think of his grandfather. Back then, Ling Feng was also the village chief of Lingjiazhuang. The old man has worked hard for Lingjiazhuang all his life, and he is the patron saint in the hearts of the people. Although Ling Feng is no longer the village head, his status in the hearts of the people has never changed. Therefore, Ling Yu hurried non-stop, hoping to see that cute little old man as soon as possible!

Ling Yu's speed was very fast, relying on the Holy Dragon Crossing Method, Ling Yu was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, and he rushed towards the Mizusawa Divine City. Finally, when the sky was about to break, he returned to Mizusawa Divine City. And just as Ling Yu was looking at the walls of the Mizusawa Divine City and wanted to enter the Divine City, he was suddenly stopped by a vision in the sky. And that vision is also the prologue to the dark hour of China.