The long sky is long, Zhang Lifeng stepped on the banana fan and flew, and the experience was indescribable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAlthough he has flown in the 21st century, it is no different from making a tin can.

Now stepping on the banana fan, the wind is whistling in the ears, and the sun is shining on the body, it is the feeling of real flying, free, empty, stepping on everything under your feet, which makes people's hearts suddenly open.

For the first time, Zhang Lifeng had the pleasure of flying freely, but unfortunately this feeling disappeared in a flash, after all, there were more than a dozen bandits with a strong smell crowded around him, and it was still light.

Zhang Lifeng couldn't help but secretly swear that if he could cultivate immortals in the future, he would definitely fly alone in the sky.

On both sides of the banana fan, the scholar and the boy protect the Dharma, the young man flies on the green silk long sword and the scholar steps on a brush to fly, which is really envious of the bandits.

Soon, the banana fan roared to a mountain villa, and there was a team of people and horses carrying a whole car of grain and grass waiting in front of the villa.

With a wave of the scholar's sleeves, the banana fan slowly fell, and it shook slightly when it landed, causing the bandits to exclaim. The scholar and the boy also fell.

As soon as they fell, the old man, the leader of the grain team below, excitedly stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Fengshun Farm welcomes the immortals of the Six Peerless Sects, and the twenty carts of grain and grass ordered by the immortals have already been prepared, and the immortals are invited to take a look!"

Zhang Lifeng's ears suddenly had bandits exclaiming, "This is Fengshun Farm, it's a hundred miles away from our cottage!"

Zhang Lifeng secretly calculated in his heart, in just two hours, this banana fan could fly hundreds of miles away, such a speed, it is really breathtaking!

When the scholar heard this, he saw that twenty carts of grain were full, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Thank you for the great help of the owner, this small gift is not a tribute." ”

After speaking, the scholar patted the gossip bag on his waist, and a pile of gold, silver and jewelry flew out, and Zhang Lifeng fixed his eyes to see that it was the one they took from their Black Wind Village.

The leading old man's head shook like a rattle, his hands swayed, and he excused himself again and again, "The villain is doing things for the immortal family, how dare he take these belongings." ”

The scholar didn't say much, stretched out his long sleeves, put twenty carts of grain and grass into the gossip bag in his waist, and then said to the leading old man, "The disaster in Liangshan City is serious, we have to hurry back to relieve the disaster, and please stop the old man and accept these belongings!"

After speaking, without waiting for the old man to speak, with a finger of his right hand, an aura hit the banana fan, and the banana fan slowly rose, scaring the thieves who took the opportunity to stretch their waists and move their feet half to death, and they were afraid that they would break their hands and feet if they fell.

The young man was not good at words, the sword light flashed under his feet, protecting the banana fan forward, and there was a kowtow of those farm men to thank him, and this immortal did it chicly.

In the blink of an eye, it was another four hours, that is, two hours after the world of Kyushu, and the banana fan reached the top of Liangshan City.

Although Zhang Lifeng knew that there had been a locust plague in Liangshan City recently, and the people nearby had almost no harvest, he still felt shocked when he watched it all the way.

On the official road, in the fields, there are hungry people everywhere, people can't stand steadily, they walk against the wall, and there are even farmers exchanging young children.

I don't know which boiler is going to cook another family's children tonight!

The banana fan slowly fell from the sky and landed on the north side of Liangshan City, where the scholar and the boy took the lead and pointed to a vacant lot by the river, saying, That's it, you are ready to prepare, we will boil porridge for disaster relief.

As he spoke, the scholar patted the gossip bag on his waist, and the cauldron of porridge, simple tent materials, and twenty carts of grain flew out one after another.

Zhang Lifeng didn't dare to slack off, so he let the four shrewd and capable of the surviving bandits be the team leaders, and divided them into four groups in turn, one group notified the situation of the porridge distribution in the city, one group set up a cauldron and set up a simple tent, one group cleaned the grain and sealed the grain, and one group was responsible for maintaining order and distributing the porridge.

Soon, the four groups of people took action, because of the clear division of labor, plus two immortals who could take their lives at any time, this gang of bandits really worked hard.

Seeing that the entire disaster relief site was organized and opened in an orderly manner, the scholars and teenagers couldn't help but nod.

The scholar smiled and said to the young man, "Well, I'm not wrong, this chapter Lifeng is a talent who does things." ”

The young man was still cold and said, "No matter what, he's just a mortal!"

The scholar didn't argue with him, and since the matter here was handed over to Zhang Lifeng, he and the young man found a quiet wooden house and began to concentrate on cultivation.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was rumored that five days later, the ministers of the Chu court were about to escort the disaster relief money and grain.

Zhang Lifeng estimated in his heart that as soon as the disaster relief money and food from the imperial court arrived, these immortals would probably retreat, so that although their lives were saved, these two immortals would not introduce themselves to their sect.

No, I have to find a chance to make them owe me a favor, so that I can plead with them, Zhang Lifeng thought in his heart.

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhang Lifeng's gaze drifted over the long queue of disaster victims, the yellow porridge in the long spoon of the porridge bandits, and the young people who had been taught a few days ago and did not dare to come forward to take the lead, and suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.

The so-called wealth is in danger, and now an excellent opportunity is placed in front of Zhang Lifeng, and he can't afford not to fight.

Two days later, one evening, the young man was meditating in the house, and the sword qi around his body was churning, and the end was amazing.

Outside, two siblings under the age of ten sat under the eaves, each holding a bowl of gruel and drinking slowly.

Drinking and drinking, my younger brother said in a milky voice, "Sister sister, why is there bran in this porridge, oops, and sand, my teeth are about to fall out...... Woooooooooooooo

The elder sister hurriedly put down the bowl in her hand and comforted her younger brother and said, "Good, my brother doesn't cry, the porridge of the immortal pie originally had no sand, but in the past few days, it was suddenly mixed with chaff and added sand, maybe the immortal family has no surplus food, we can live to thank them, don't dislike it, drink it carefully, the sand will be spit out." ”

The elder sister was babbling and comforting her younger brother, but the wooden door beside her creaked open, and a murderous teenager walked out and faced them.

The young man glanced at his brother and sister coldly and asked, "Is what you just said true?

The young man's murderous aura was so fierce that his sister and brother were so frightened that they couldn't speak, and the younger brother hiccups nervously.

The young man also noticed it, and quickly eased his face, and even forced out a smile to ask the question again, which was difficult for him to be cold all the time.

My sister was finally able to speak, "Yes, there has been a little more bran and sand in the porridge recently, but we don't dislike these porridges, and it's good that the immortals can come to save us......"

"Hmph!" Before his sister could finish speaking, the boy snorted and left with his sleeves brushed.

Twenty carts of grain can't be divided at all in eight days, and now the porridge is mixed with bran and sand, obviously someone is making trouble, who else will this person be besides Zhang Lifeng?