The only thing that is certain is that the fluctuation of luck has something to do with the Zen of this puppet emperor.

It seems that he has to wait for tomorrow to see the situation, Yang Chenyu immediately sat down cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, before the sun had yet to rise, the rude shouts of soldiers were heard outside: "Open the door!

Now it is no longer the situation before the troubled times, a soldier is the king of grass, so the status of the army is the highest, and it is also the most frightening, and if it is angry, killing a few people is a trivial matter at all.

The innkeeper didn't dare to slack off, opened the door of the shop, and casually stuffed a bag of banknotes issued by the Qingdi into the hand of the leading chief: "Good morning, sir, please come in, please come in." ”

To tell the truth, the banknotes issued by the Qingdi are not very valuable, after all, there is no gold and silver reserves as a confidence, just issue them, and no matter how they are recycled, their value can be imagined.

Of course, no matter how you say this, it's all money, the chief's face suddenly became a lot better, and his speech became much softer: "His Majesty the Emperor has an edict, you know it, hurry up, call all the people in your hotel, bring more food, this time to seal the Zen, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time." ”

After the chief received the money, he would naturally mention it, but even if the boss gave more money, it was impossible not to go to the foot of Mount Tai.

This is the will of His Majesty the Green Emperor, no one dares to violate it, and those who violate it have already entered the stomachs of those monsters.

Hearing the chief's words, the boss's face became a little ugly, and he had to ask the man to prepare, and then knocked on the door one by one with a few soldiers to wake the travelers from their sleep.

Yang Chenyu is now the image of an ordinary middle-aged man, who was driven to the street with other travelers, sleepy-eyed one by one.

Some travelers were very dissatisfied and argued with the soldiers a few more words. As a result, they were dragged directly to the side of the street and executed.

Looking at the head that fell to the ground and rolled a few steps, and the blood that flowed in the pits of the ground, everyone was silenced, and only the rude shouts of the soldiers remained in the street.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh lightly, people in troubled times are cheap, pigs and dogs are not as good.

Gradually. The entire inhabitants of the county were driven out and gathered in the streets, and after the soldiers searched several times and found no residents hiding in their homes, they then drove the crowd towards Mount Tai in the distance.

The population of this county is not large, just more than 10,000 people, if it is placed before the troubled times, it is considered small, at that time, a county town also had a population of 70,000 or 80,000.

But now the times are troubled. It is good to have a population of thousands, and walking on the road is also vast and endless.

The closer you get to Mount Tai, the more crowds there are on the road, and from time to time you can see smoke rising from some villages, which is said to be a punishment for those who refuse to leave the house, and directly set the house on fire and burn it.

Stay at the foot of Mount Tai. It was already crowded with people, and a large number of soldiers surrounded the foot of Mount Tai.

Lift your eyes up. There was sorrow on everyone's face.

Don't think it's so simple to drive people here, for the villagers, whether the emperor is a Zen or a sacrifice to the sky, he doesn't care about his own affairs, what he needs is farming. Eat a full meal.

Some places that are far away have rushed over a week in advance, and those who have less food have to dig up the roots and eat.

If it goes a little longer, I'm afraid that some people will starve to death.

After all, hundreds of thousands of people have gathered around this Mount Tai. I'm afraid that by the time we get together, it's almost a million.

In terms of the territory of the Qingdi with more than 20 county seats, this is also the extreme.

However, nearly a million people gather here, not to produce, but to consume, and as the days go by, even the bark of grass roots and trees will be eaten clean.

Add to that the fact that millions of people have left their homes, and if the weather changes slightly, the fields are barren and there is no harvest, it will be a huge disaster!

At this time, Yang Chenyu vaguely saw a trace of black gas emerging from Mount Tai.

At this time, Yang Chenyu found that under certain conditions, the disaster caused by a mortal would probably not be smaller than that of a giant demon.

Squatting at the foot of Mount Tai for two days, there are more and more people, so many people gather together, eat, and urine, plus the army only cares whether anyone escapes, as for the rest is nothing, so the foot of Mount Tai becomes a mess, go out and walk, one will accidentally step on the feces, the smell is sky-high.

Fortunately, hearing that His Majesty the Emperor was coming, one of the generals in charge of managing the crowd hurriedly organized the crowd and cleaned it.

According to the villagers who dumped the excrement, there was a mountain of dung, and they must go back to the fields to fertilize the fields in the coming year.

said that the people around him couldn't even eat.

In the early morning, before the sun rose, the army pulled breakfast over, it was porridge, a little clear, but it was also a rare food.

"This is the grace of His Majesty the Emperor and his old man! Come on, say long live His Majesty the Emperor, and get a bowl of porridge. ”

The soldiers in charge of the soup kitchen kept yelling, and the foam sprayed into the wooden barrel of the porridge, but the villagers still rushed up, chanting long live His Majesty the Emperor, holding the wooden bowl, regardless of whether the porridge in the bowl was hot or not, swallowing a few bites and then pouring into the barrel.

Yang Chenyu wouldn't drink that porridge, even if he didn't eat for a thousand years, Yang Chenyu wouldn't be hungry, but his eyes were looking into the distance.

As the crowd began to receive the porridge, a dragon-shaped luck appeared in the distance, and began to grow as the crowd continued to chant Long live His Majesty the Emperor, although the speed was not fast, but it was rare in this troubled world.

"Dragon energy? Someone actually gathered dragon energy?"

Yang Chenyu couldn't help frowning, this should be the direction where the Blue Emperor is.

What he never expected was that a guy named the emperor, who was actually a warlord, had also gathered dragon energy, and he also knew how to use small tips to enhance his luck.

Obviously, having the villagers recite that sentence while drinking the porridge is not to show off their martial virtues, but to take advantage of the villagers' emotion when they drink the porridge after a few days of starvation.

Don't underestimate this touch, because their appetite is satisfied, these villagers will not resent the emperor at least when they drink porridge, and they will be a little moved, and the words that are uttered in this situation will condense their luck on His Majesty the emperor.

No wonder the emperor would prepare so much porridge, even if some villagers drank three or four bowls, the soldiers would not show anger, but continued to fill them up.

This is the gain and loss, and the mystery of luck lies in this.

The Qinglong Dao Vein created by Yang Chenyu can swallow all the Qi Luck of Xiyi, and it is precisely because of this that the villagers are protected by the Qinglong Dao Vein, and they will naturally chant the benefits of the Qinglong Dao Vein, so that the luck condenses into the Qinglong Dao Vein. (To be continued.) )