Mu Fan and the others are now disguised as refugees, and they will not arouse the suspicion of others if they know how to use martial arts.

The second step of the plan required food, and in order not to arouse suspicion, it was necessary to buy rice like an ordinary person.

Together with Sang'er and others, he went to the surrounding villages to buy rice, and most of the nearby villages were poor and white. In order to buy enough rice for thousands of people to eat two or three meals, Mu Fan paid a high price and went to eight villages in a row to buy enough rice. Although he had some food in his ring, he must not risk revealing his identity for the sake of convenience.

Whether it is murder or human trafficking is discovered, the government will only consider it a ruthless refugee. But when there are practitioners, the attention they attract is completely different.

Be careful, even if you can't sail the boat to 10,000 years, it's okay to drive it for a while longer.

The good rider falls from his horse, the good water drowns, the good drinker gets drunk, and the good fighter dies. It's always right to be careful, those who are proficient often fail because of carelessness, not to mention that Mu Fan and others are seriously inexperienced.

Thirty taels of silver is a large amount of money for the common people, and the annual expenses of ordinary people are only about five taels of silver. With the money Mu Fan brought, he bought six hundred catties of grain and four mules, and despite the high price, there was still some surplus. Mu Fan scattered all the money, and then "returned to the court".

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Recently, the new kid somehow made a windfall and brought in a lot of rice. An old woman with gray hair said.

"Isn't it? I heard that I still have to give alms, and I guess I want good luck for the rest of my life. Another young woman said.

The gray-haired old woman said, "I heard that there was not only white rice, but also several mules. ”

The young woman said, "I haven't eaten enough in the past few days, and today is an eye-opener!"

The two women were still talking, they were really hungry. They are the ones who die the fastest and most in the refugee pile. Food is difficult to obtain, and if you do get it, it will be snatched away by the physically strong.

The law of the jungle is the clearest and most explicit manifestation in the refugee pile. There is no need to disguise because all people want to live.

A shout rang out, from far and near, and it didn't take long for it to reach the ears of the two women.

"Drink porridge, drink porridge, don't be afraid of starving to death tonight......"

The two women smiled, and the young woman said, "You go and get it first, and I'll call my dead ghost." He got some food in the morning, and after a full meal, he was willing to leave some for me. Alas, what a conscienceless one. ”

Although she complained about her husband, she had a big smile on her face, which was enough to show that their relationship was good.

The young woman found her husband and saw that he was already asleep. She shouted with a smile: "Dead ghost, don't wake up yet, go to bed when you're full, and don't care whether your mother-in-law lives or dies." ”

My husband is still asleep, and it looks like he hasn't slept so soundly in a long time. She thought to herself, "Maybe this dead ghost has had some good dreams again." ”

Thinking about it, seeing her husband sleeping soundly, she didn't want to disturb her husband's sweet dreams. But seeing more and more people grabbing something to eat, she was afraid that she would miss it when it was too late. So she pushed her husband hard.

The husband remained motionless, seemingly forever immersed in a sweet dream.

The smile on the young woman's face froze on her face, and she seemed to understand something. She nudged her husband again, and he was still asleep there, motionless.

She felt the coldness coming from her fingertips, the temperature of her husband's body. In the past, every night of suffering, there was a warm chest of her husband. At this moment, however, her only warmth was gone.

Her face still had the smile she had just had, but it was so stiff and so bleak. He was smiling, but his eyes were blank.

Her heart is dead.

She looked up at the sky, and it was pitch black, and there was not a single star. She looked at the sky and hugged her husband, like her husband, motionless, like a stone carving.

The old woman staggered over with a broken bowl in her hand. She was about to speak, when she noticed that the young woman was motionless. Her greeting was never uttered before it could be spoken.

The old woman reached out and touched the young woman's neck, and quickly retracted her hand again, as if she had been electrocuted. She fell to the ground, and half of the porridge in her bowl was spilled. She got up a few times and finally got up.

She picked up her broken bowl and followed the young lady's gaze. At the end of the line of sight is the night sky, and the pitch-black night sky is like a curtain, enveloping everyone in it.

She finished the porridge in the bowl and muttered to herself, "It's so dark, there's no light at all!"

The dead ghost of the young woman ate nothing in the morning, and gave all the things he had made in the morning to his mother-in-law......

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Mu Fan ran for nearly a whole day to buy rice, and just now he gave alms with Sang'er and others, and he was even more tired than fleeing before.

Wen Cheng has been following Mu Fan, but he hasn't done anything, just watching how Mu Fan chooses and how to deal with things.

In his opinion, although Mu Fan is young, he is very insightful and wise. This ability can't be innate, not to mention that Mu Fan is so young, but he is very measured in his work, and he is definitely well-educated.

As soon as Mu Fan was about to rest, Sang Er was pulled away by Qinglan.

Wen Cheng saw that Mu Fan was alone, so he walked over and sat down beside him.

As soon as Mu Fan saw Wen Cheng's posture, he knew that Wen Cheng had something to say. I haven't spoken all day, and now I'm sitting down, and I'm sure I'm going to say something very important.

In the face of this kind of killing god, who dares not to give face?

He hurriedly sat upright and said with a smile: "I don't know what happened to Uncle Wen?"

Wen Cheng said: "It's just the two of us now, how about telling me the truth?"

Mu Fan said, "How can you tell if what I said is true or false?"

Wen Cheng said: "Intuition. ”

"What if it's not accurate?"

"It doesn't matter if it's accurate or not, I just trust my judgment. ”

"Uh......" Mu Fan felt that he couldn't answer this, the killing god in front of him didn't care about anything, good and evil, right and wrong, morality and people's hearts couldn't restrain him.

The most terrifying person in the world is probably this one.

Wen Cheng said again: "Have you thought about telling me the truth or a lie?"

Mu Fan thought to himself: "No matter how fierce you are, I can't tell the truth." How much effort did Grandpa make to hide those opponents who were like people, and how many people died in the Mu family because of this. ”

Mu Fan said: "After thinking about it, of course tell the truth." But can Senior Wen tell me about his past? I answer you a question, and you answer me a question. ”

Wen Cheng touched the half of the wooden stick next to him, and said to himself: "How many years have it been, I didn't expect anyone to talk to me about the conditions." ”

The corners of Mu Fan's mouth twitched twice, and he waved his hand again and again: "I'm joking, how dare I tease the tiger's whiskers without knowing whether to live or die." ”

Wen Cheng threw away the wooden stick and stretched his brow. He was not a handsome man, but he was very majestic. His brow was constricted most of the time, like his heart, which was closed all the time.

Mu Fan felt that Uncle Wen was very powerful, and the strength of his appearance was only one of the powerful ones, and the most powerful people had a strong heart. Uncle Wen is a person with a strong heart.

Wen Cheng looked at the dark night sky and said, "Legend has it that in ancient times, there were gods in the sky with supreme divine power, and they had the ability to change the past. ”

When he said this, he paused for a moment without warning, and then he said abruptly: "A long time ago, when I was your size, I was still studying, and I didn't like to fight and kill at that time. ”

When Mu Fan heard this, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Later, after some things, people changed. Later, when more people were killed, my heart became numb. Wen Cheng recalled.

When talking about these past events, his voice is full of vicissitudes. In the sentence "I experienced some things later", "some things" is the real essence. However, the essence was brushed aside by him.

Mu Fan wanted to ask, but was stopped by Wen Ci with his eyes.

Mu Fan thought to himself: "Having said so much, I haven't said anything really important." ”

Wen Cheng asked, "Are you a child of a family, or an elite of the sect?"

"It's not a child of a family, it's just a member of a small family. ”

"Which family?"

"The Long family. ”

"How many people are in the Long family?" Wen Cheng then asked.

"How do I know this, there are a lot of servants and maids, who cares about these things?" Mu Fan said without thinking.

Wen Cheng slowly stood up and said, "I didn't tell me a word of truth, but I decided to let you go today." I don't always have this kind of good temper, and I saw that you did a good job today, so I let you go. ”

Mu Fan saw Wen Cheng go away, let out a sigh of relief, and said secretly: "After eight lifetimes of bad luck, I actually met such a moody person." ”

At night, the bonfire crackled from time to time, and Mu Fan lay on the ground on all fours. He looked at the night sky above him, and all he saw was pitch black.

He couldn't help but say, "Black, it's fucking black tonight!"

"It was really dark, and I almost didn't find my way back. ”

A familiar voice sounded in Mu Fan's ears, it was Song Changgeng, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

Song Changgeng stretched out a hand and said, "Is there any medicine to heal the wounds, give me one pill." ”

Mu Fan sat up and saw Song Changgeng covered in blood. He was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Who did it?"

Song Changgeng said: "Brother Qing knows a lot of things in the cultivation world, but you still know too little about the things in the rivers and lakes. ”

The storage rings on Mu Fan's body are usually placed in the sleeve, and sometimes in the mustard seed space. He usually puts a small amount of elixir inside the ring, which can reduce the risk of exposing the mustard seed space.

From the ring in his sleeve, he took out a six-grade healing pill, and hurriedly reached out and handed it to Song Changgeng.

Song Changgeng took the pill and said, "Where there are refugees, there are people, and these people are outlaws. So many people died last night, and this must not be leaked. ”

As soon as he took the pill in his mouth, he continued: "The people must be the first to inform, and last night, I persuaded thirty-six people to keep vigil with me. ”

Mu Fan finally knew what Song Changgeng was doing, he was leading people to arrest the person who was going to inform.

Mu Fan said: "Are there many people who want to inform?"

Song Changgeng nodded solemnly, gritted his teeth and said, "From last night to now, a total of thirty-seven people, including me, have not been idle for a moment. ”

Mu Fan hugged Song Changgeng hard and said, "Good brother, if it weren't for you, my efforts all day today would have been in vain." ”

Song Changgeng said with a smile: "Brother Qing is in charge of the cultivation world, and the small matters of the rivers and lakes will be left to me." ”

Mu Fan handed out his fist forward and looked at Song Changgeng seriously.

Song Changgeng also handed out his fist forward, and the fists of the two people touched. At this moment, the two young men decided to take care of each other and be brothers with two stabs.

Two fists against each other is a friend of life and death.

Song Changgeng said: "We ran thirty-two miles farth, and we definitely didn't miss a person who wanted to secretly inform, so Brother Qing can rest assured." ”

Mu Fan carefully checked Song Changgeng's injuries and said strongly: "Next, I will keep vigil, and you can recuperate from your injuries." ”

Song Changgeng immediately lay on the ground, without half a pretentious polite word. The two of them really don't need polite words, which would seem to be raw.

Wen Cheng watched this scene quietly from afar, and when he saw the two young men in the distance touching each other's fists, he smiled.

"In a cultivation world, in a river and lake, they really complement each other's advantages. The two of them are still so young, I don't know what kind of characters they will grow into in the future. ”