"Daddy, don't worry about the car, let's run!"

The old woman looked at the groups of homeless people who passed past her, and while she tried her best to help push the cart, she looked back frequently, and her liver was so anxious that her heart was furious.

The dark and thin old man was also so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the words, but he still stubbornly pushed the cart.

On the board car, densely piled with materials, look carefully, pots and pans, everything, and even a stone jar.

Unexpectedly, the more anxious and panicked, the more panicked and chaotic.

Somehow, the wooden wheel on one side of the board car "clanged" and hit the stone, and the car suddenly lost its balance and overturned on the side of the road.

I walked in a hurry, and the things were not bundled properly, and suddenly they were scattered all over the ground, and the porcelain bowls and pottery were even more shattered.

"Hurry up and clean up, clean up!"

The old man was so anxious that he was incoherent, and hurriedly rushed over to clean up.

"Don't pack up, run, the rebels are coming......"

"Pack up ......"

"Daddy-"

"Shut up! You old lady, you're all lost, what are we going to eat and drink? This is our life's worth of life! ”

The old man's emotions suddenly exploded, and he shouted hysterically at his mother-in-law.

The old woman was stiffened by the roar, and froze.

I couldn't speak for a long time.

"Old man, run, the rebels are coming!"

There are kind reminders from passers-by.

However, the old man still went his own way and packed up the cart.

Before he could turn the cart over, there was a sudden rumbling of horses' hooves behind him.

"Daddy! Father! The rebels are coming! ”

The old man's son was also anxious and shouted.

However, it was too late to run again.

With the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, a strong cavalry, swift as the wind, roared.

"Child, mother!"

When the old man saw this scene, he hugged his mother-in-law and child in his arms, hid beside the car, and shivered.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of heavy horses' hooves, whistling past him, was endless, terrifying.

After a while, as the sound of the horse's hooves faded away, the old man finally mustered up the courage to raise his head.

He looked at the cavalry in the distance, and his face was crying and laughing: "It's okay, it's okay, hurry, quickly pack up your things." ”

The woman and the half-grown son, who had not disappeared for the rest of the season, raised their heads in horror, and were immediately relieved to see that the group of cavalry had not killed anyone.

Hurriedly packed up his things.

They had just lifted the cart when another cavalry rushed in.

With the last experience, the old man's family did not hide and continued to pack their things.

"Poof!"

A light horse swept past the old man, and a cold light appeared, and the old man's head was suddenly thrown high, and blood was spilled in the air.

The woman and the child, who were packing their things, froze.

"Old Five, what are you doing to kill him?"

"Hmph, don't hide, I'm afraid it's the court!"

A casual conversation, drifting from the wind, like a broken mustard.

"Daddy—"

The terrible screams echoed from the side of the mountain road and continued for a long time.

"Da Da Da-"

Cavalry swept by, no one cast a single glance, only heavy horses' hooves, trampling pots and pans spilled on the official road.

I don't know how long it has been.

The official road finally quieted down, and no cavalry passed by.

The woman who came to her senses, wiped away her tears, endured her grief, dug a thin pit by the roadside, buried her husband, and begged her fathers for forgiveness.

After everything was cleaned up, it was her turn to be the woman who was the head of the house, but instead of discarding the cart, she pushed it up with great difficulty and rushed to the county seat.

The cart was heavy, and under the dilapidated official road, it fell crookedly and almost overturned.

It wasn't until a pair of big hands held it that it steady.

"Don't be afraid, poor people are not bad people."

A young Taoist who was dressed as clean as the county lord came out of nowhere and helped her hold the cart.

The cart sped up and gradually caught up with the fleeing homeless people.

With each other's support, the team grew larger and quieter, except for the rustle of wheels running over the ground and the sound of footsteps.

——The corpses on the official road that have long been trampled into flesh by the horse's hooves impact the three views and bottom line of all beings.

Without waiting for the displaced people to come to the county seat, they bumped into another wave of displaced people.

"Why did the eldest brother go back, what happened ahead?"

"The rebels are in town!"

"Huh?"

The displaced people who were about to flee to the county were stunned, standing in place, not knowing whether to go or retreat?

Mo Chuan, who was among the homeless people, looked at the people who were dazed and drifting with the tide, and sighed with an ugly face.

The cavalry drove away the wanderers, fearing that they were deliberately using the exiles to deceive the city gates.

It is impossible to say that among the outcasts, there are besieging soldiers hidden.

"Dao Chief, you are well-informed, I, where should we go?" The woman pushing the cart looked at Mo Chuan helplessly.

"I don't know either."

Mo Chuan shook his head, thought about it, secretly stuffed some broken silver, and said: "Now the situation is turbulent, there are soldiers everywhere, and there are soldiers and bandits everywhere. ”

The woman froze, and the dry tears flowed again.

I don't know that I am crying for my dead husband;

Still crying about the impermanence of fate.

Mo Chuan sighed, turned around and walked towards the county seat.

When you enter the city, the city is already in chaos and chaos.

Everywhere there were fleeing residents, but also everywhere looting soldiers.

The people he had just saved with his front foot;

When the hind foot turned a street, the head was cut off by the soldiers.

He swung his sword and killed the soldiers, and immediately more soldiers would come in until a Taoist priest stopped him.

"Dare to ask Daoyou, up and down the road number?"

The person who came was wearing a blue robe, cultivated to the top of the armor, and bowed his hand politely.

When the passing soldiers saw this, they all bypassed away.

"Are you from the Dingyuan Army? Huang Laojiao disciples? Mo Chuan asked.

"Exactly."

"Since you are a disciple of Xuanmen, why don't you restrain the soldiers?" Mo Chuan pointed to the screaming city and asked.

"Taoist friends laughed, "Tao Te Ching" has a saying: the road is wasted, there is benevolence and righteousness, wisdom comes out, and there is great hypocrisy."

The blue-robed Taoist paused, and then said:

"The human heart does not die, and the road does not come out. This is in accordance with nature, so why disobedience? If it weren't for this military disaster, how could we see the benevolence and righteousness of Taoist friends? ”

"Fuck you on the road!"

Mo Chuan waved his sleeves, the three scenes of the sword came out, the cold light flashed, and a trace of blood emerged from the neck of the blue-robed Taoist.

"Giggle......

The blue-robed Taoist looked at Mo Chuan in amazement, and had the heart to say something, but only a mouth full of blood foamed when it fell to his mouth.

"Poof!"

The head fell, and the spirit was annihilated.

Mo Chuan, who was slightly angry, looked back at the chaos in the city, and a sense of powerlessness hit his heart.

In his early years, he should burn incense, walk in the countryside, and see a lot of injustice in the court.

The harsh taxes are even more reluctant!

I didn't feel a little angry in my heart, and I wanted to smash this unfair dynasty, and Tianjie stepped on the bones of the princess.

However, at this moment, all he felt was a chill to his bones.

Dynasty after dynasty.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

Poor Lao Daokong has a compassionate heart, but he does not have a way to save the world......

No!

A touch of decisiveness flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, and he suddenly raised his sword to the sky, stabbing at it, and a purple thunderbolt was like a true dragon descending from the sky, shining all over the city.

The black clouds that cover the sky and the sun are overwhelming, and the wind and clouds are surging, turning the day into night, and also making the purple thunder shine more and more!

"Poor Dao Mingchen, dare to be a street raider, there is no mercy!"

The sound of rage, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, swept through the ruined city.

Countless soldiers who were raping and plundering looked up in amazement, and they were terrified, and they no longer dared to release the demon in their hearts.

"Where is the Huang Laojiao Mountain Gate?"

Mo Chuan, who shocked the whole city, took a soldier out of thin air and asked.

"Immortals spare their lives, immortals spare their lives!"

"Say, where is the Huang Laojiao Mountain Gate?"

"The Immortal Spends His Life......"

The poor soldier was already frightened, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and only cared about begging for mercy.

Mo Chuan kicked it away, asked several people in succession, and finally got the detailed address, then threw down a puppet avatar and walked away.