In the town of Qijia.

Qi Cheng rang the gong, and the rapid sound of the gong made several old dogs in the village bark wildly, and then the sound of children crying in fright.

The women trembled, but they gritted their teeth, lit the lamps, and watched as their men put on their clothes, took long knives and spears, and slammed them headlong.

The sound of the gong was an emergency, which meant that all men in the town over the age of fifteen and under sixty had to assemble urgently.

What happened, I don't know.

What will happen next, I don't know.

I don't care, I don't dare to care, I don't have the qualifications to care.

The only thought is that it would be nice for the family behind him to live a few more years in such a good life.

After a while, seven or eight hundred men squeezed crookedly in the darkness, looking at the old man who was as strong as a cow under the hunting torch in front of them, who was their lieutenant, because his surname was Qi, so the town was called Qijia Town.

"Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's the people on the other side of the Qinjiang River who have suffered a disaster, let's go and help them."

Qi Cheng shouted loudly, the sound was like a bronze bell, even if he was a down-and-out body refining cultivator, it was an existence that these mortals could not look up to, but today, he faintly felt that it might be the moment when this group of honest mortals in front of him became famous.

It's just because the Floating Cloud Sect asked them for help.

Qi Cheng didn't know, this was actually a misunderstanding, Li Ying didn't expect these lieutenant chiefs, nor did he expect the fifty mortals under the command of the lieutenant chiefs, so he said euphemistically, and said vaguely, there are refugees in Chujiang County, you can cross the river and rescue as appropriate.

It's as simple as that, really.

But for Qi Cheng, for all the elderly cultivators who could no longer hunt, this was simply the most glorious scene in their lives.

Look at that, the Floating Cloud Sect is asking for help from them.

So what else is there to say.

Of course, we have to prove to them that we don't eat rice.

In the past two months, most of the old guys have been doing things very seriously.

In addition to what Jiang Mu told them to do, everyone would also make relevant rules according to their own ideas.

They have simply become the soil emperors of every village and town, not the kind who are powerful and powerful, but the kind who are eager to train all the men of the village to become mortal warriors.

And at this moment, it is their chance.

In the crowd, there are also subtle emotions fermenting.

Everyone, in fact, doesn't really understand, or rather, is it afraid to understand, we, to save others?

We're just a bunch of mud legs, you're not kidding, are you?

It's just that this joke sounds very good, they are now well fed, warmly dressed, have a house to live in, and have a field to plant, such a good life is too unreal.

It's too fake, they're useless, they're just a bunch of mud guys, why do they have such a good life?

For many days and nights, they were so nervous that they were ready to be slaughtered as fat pigs.

Just because, they are useless at all.

Until this moment, it turns out that we are also useful, we are also able to do things, and we can help the immortals solve problems.

It feels so good!

"What are you doing in a daze, go home and get the guys, you know best what the people who have suffered from the disaster will need, you can't have a house and a field mother-in-law, you don't care about others, right, this is the task given to you by the immortals of the Floating Cloud Sect, go and save people, do you understand!"

Qi Cheng scolded and shouted, shouting over and over again, and these mud legs were actually giggling.

Like a flock of sheep, messy, without a little rules, without a little neatness, there is no hope anyway.

Fortunately, this is not to fight, but to save people.

Qi Cheng's voice was almost hoarse, and then he didn't know what he was shouting, but he just felt that these mud legs were a little different.

"Elder Li, the poor family is rich, you can't be in a hurry, those unlucky people who have suffered disasters, what they need is not for us to run to him immediately, but for them to be exhausted and hungry like ghosts, and they can swallow mud, give them a bowl of hot rice soup. And then this life is hanging. ”

"Then don't be in a hurry to cross the river, the wind and waves on the river are urgent, the evil qi is big, and the weak body is inhaled by the water ghost and can't bear it, so you have to build some simple shacks on the west bank of the Qinjiang River, let people rest for a few days, raise their spirits, and it's not too late to come to the east bank again."

"They are all hard-working people, our house is so big, how dare the family live so well? The elder of the house, he didn't dare to let the immortal master build a house anymore, the old man lived in such a good house, he felt that he had lost his life! ”

A few old things, you talk about me, and you talk about it, but Qi Cheng understands the meaning, and he understands it, right, this disaster relief is not like a war, the materials must be prepared, otherwise what are you doing running over empty-handed?

Does it make people laugh out of their big teeth?

So he didn't rush anymore, and he didn't shout anymore, just listened to a few old things bragging there, fleeing this matter, they are too good at it, this world, except for here in the Floating Cloud Sect, other realms, which year can't escape a few famines?

After almost an hour, the men of Qijia Town gathered one after another, no longer holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, but all kinds of messy things, food, clothing, use, pots and pans, all kinds of tools, and even the door panels were removed.

"Let's go!"

Qi Cheng greeted him, lit a torch and walked at the forefront, behind him was a fire dragon, seven or eight hundred old and young masters were hidden in the dark, walking very slowly, but very steady, everyone seemed to have a small flame in their hearts, hot.

Walking and walking, people from other villages and towns converged, very unexpected, and very tacit, the things that the big guys took were all messy and varied.

Looking at each other and smiling, whether they know each other or not, they all feel cordial, just because they can also save others, they are still very useful.

In this night, every village, every town, are busy, sleepless, torches become the direction of everyone, the firelight illuminates the cowardice in the heart, but also brings courage and recognition.

It was destined to be a magical night.

At the same time, the flying boats of the Floating Cloud Sect also flew into the sky one by one, quickly disappearing into the night sky, some of them noticed the fire on the Yunhu Plain, some did not, but it didn't matter.

Because they went with the determination to die, no one knew what the situation was on the other side of Chujiang County, five million mortals, what if it was a bait?

In Yunhufang City, the newly released tasks have also attracted the attention of many low-level cultivators.

To Huo Lianshan's surprise, those low-level casual cultivators who buckle the ropes on weekdays and care about them actually reacted enthusiastically to this matter.

Many guys who are usually ruthless, have a deep city government, and are withdrawn and irritable, have taken the task, and they don't even bother to take it at all, so they go directly.

Most of them are cursing those behind the disturbance and exorcism of mortals, and some even angrily issue bounties.

Many merchants also generously took out their own flying boats to transport the victims for free.

Some of the scattered cultivation teams who had just returned from southern Xinjiang, covered in blood and extremely tired, learned about this, and without saying a word, they turned around and went to Chujiang County.

A team, a group, without too much verbosity, turned around and left.

"Hey, why don't you take on the task, the reward of five spirit stones for every thousand people placed!"

Huo Lianshan personally stood at the head of Fangshi City and shouted.

"Shopkeeper Huo, you also look down on us people, everyone used to be embarrassed, so they will do some indiscriminate things, no way, in this world, if you are not ruthless, others will be ruthless! Now it's all up to you Floating Cloud Sect to come out and give us these dogs. Mother-bitched bastard found a way to live, and now we're like human beings, and we don't want to be too bad! ”

"That's right, we used to be dogs, so we could only bully mortals, and the special Lao Tzu himself looked down on himself, and now that you are the morality of the Fuyun Sect, we also have to be worthy of our conscience, what happened in Chujiang County this time, as long as you are not a fool, you will know who it is for, I am the eighteenth generation of their ancestors!"

"That's it, take on the task of fart, we don't deserve to be immortal cultivators, but we have to do something! Brothers, go together! ”

In the chaotic shouting, groups of low-level cultivators stepped on their own flying boats, flying magic weapons, and flew high in the sky, and a little bit of light gathered together, like starlight in the sky!

Huo Lianshan, Cheng Banjin, Xu Lin, Qin Jin, Zhou Heng, these Fang City Masters kept thanking them, but no one birded them, the scattered cultivators laughed rudely, cursed, and laughed, as if it was a carnival with wine and drunkenness!

At the same time, in Yunhufang City, in a low-key and quiet Dongfu Inn, Xue Chao, the Divine Sword Sect Yuanying Monk who was in charge of residing here, had just received some information.

"Someone in Chujiang County maliciously disturbed and expelled mortals, and now millions of refugees have been formed? Ha, the Prayer Heaven Sect really has a good tail and orders our people to investigate this matter and try to prevent the recurrence of such incidents. ”

"Find some local prestige families, appease mortals, withdraw three thousand spirit stones from the account, buy some food and clothing, and guide mortals to return to their hometowns, it is about to spend winter, and it is not easy to wander outside."

"Well, this, what? The Floating Cloud Sect took out 200,000 spirit stones and dispatched 2,000 people to cross the river to support the refugees? Are they really stupid or fake stupid! ”

Xue Chao was like an old cat that had been stepped on by his tail, one of them flipped out and flew into the sky, he didn't see the flying boat sword formation of the Floating Cloud Sect, but he saw the boiling carnival of Yunhufang City, tens of thousands of scattered cultivators spread across the sky and rushed towards Chujiang County.

That's it, on the ground, in the entire Yunhu Plain, countless torches were lit within a radius of hundreds of miles, forming fire dragons, which were slowly moving towards the bank of the Qinjiang River, which was afraid that there were millions of mortals.

What do they want to do?

No one needs to answer, Xue Chao, as a Yuanying monk, will know what is going on as soon as he puts his mind out.

He couldn't understand it, what kind of fun are you mortals coming in, the Qin River is more than ten miles wide, the river is turbulent, the river wind is violent, and there are little demons and ghosts in the water, is this a crazy demon?

Just to rescue millions of mortals in Chujiang County?

"That's it."

Xue Chao felt that his brain was not enough, so the old man would also make a modest effort.

In the night wind, a precious leyline spirit rune floated out silently.

"Xue Chao, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, is here, the mountains and rivers, rivers and lakes listen to my edict, the eight hundred miles of the Qinjiang River, from this moment on, the wind and waves are calm, the little demon retreats, and the ghosts get out, and the deadline is three years!"

"Poof!"

A mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the leyline spirit rune, this spirit rune instantly turned into a dragon-shaped spiritual light, submerged into the Qinjiang River, after a while, the terrain on both sides of the Qinjiang River was slightly adjusted, invisibly, the originally turbulent river became stable, the little demon in the river fled, the ghosts rotted, and the violent river wind suddenly eased a lot.

"Hell, why did the old man waste his efforts for such a trivial matter, wasting precious leyline spirit runes?"

Xue Chao, who had a pale face, turned around the Dongfu Inn, very puzzled.

After a long time, he suddenly slapped his thigh, and his eyes showed a strange light.

"The belief that mortals gather together can really set the prairie on fire?"