"This, this is a soul parasitic technique, he wants to send his soul out!"

Yun Qingjiu looked at the little old man who didn't know when he appeared in the room, and his brows furrowed.

Originally, he had not planned to come with them.

But I don't know why he changed his mind and rushed to catch up like this.

After hearing his words, Sikong Zhan's brows furrowed, and there was a bit of cruelty in his eyes.

Yun Qingjiu was also very worried in his heart.

He didn't really die, so then they would be in a lot of trouble again.

Along the way, I have to live a cautious and fearful life again.

Seeing her frowning, the little old man opened his mouth to comfort her at this time.

"You can rest assured of wine, he won't wake up for a while. Whether you can find a host is one thing, even if you find a host, you need to recuperate for about half a month. ”

When Yun Qingjiu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

To be on the safe side, they split into four groups.

The team remained in its original state, and an ordinary pony cart continued on its way.

Fishtail and Sikong Lonely drove the car, Yun Qingjiu's family, Yun Shen and Yun Qiwu sat in the car.

With two little ones here, you won't get bored for a moment.

There was laughter and laughter in the carriage.

As they walked south, the fresher the air became, and the more beautiful the scenery became.

Such a beautiful scenery is refreshing.

Come to think of it, the scenery in southern Xinjiang is really as beautiful as Sikong Zhan said.

They traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, and after half a month, they finally arrived outside the southern Xinjiang city.

The people of southern Xinjiang knew that the air war was coming, and spontaneously greeted them outside the city.

On both sides of the official road, the surging crowds of people have formed a beautiful landscape.

The people were eagerly awaiting, waiting for their new king of southern Xinjiang to come.

The common people are looking forward to it, as long as the prince of war comes to southern Xinjiang, then their life will be much better than before.

Standing on a small hill ten miles away from Nanjiang City, Yun Qingjiu and Sikong Zhan stood side by side.

A group of them took in the following scene.

Chao'er and Xi'er couldn't help but turn their heads and glanced at Sikong Zhan with envious eyes.

"Sikong Zhan, do you have such a high status in the minds of the common people?"

"So many people came out to greet you, alas."

was praised by the two little guys like this, and there was some immodest pride on the face of the air battle.

"That's natural, you two, you should know how good your dad is by now, right?"

His stinky boasting caused the two little guys to snort coldly, and then they ignored him.

Along the way, he often called himself daddy to the two little ones.

However, the two little ones never called him daddy once.

This can't help but make him feel a little decadent.

However, he will definitely continue to work hard until the day when the two little ones really accept him.

Yun Shen tilted his head slightly, glanced at Sikong Zhan, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Your people welcome you so much, you can't go into the city as quietly as you came, can you?"

Sikong Zhan nodded lightly, this kind of thing really can't be done quietly.

If not, wouldn't it make the common people wait in vain?

He paused, and then said, "Then, let's all prepare and show our true faces." ”

They took turns changing their clothes in the carriage and slowly walked down.

Lu Hui had already stepped forward first, taking many soldiers with him.

In order to be able to protect the safety of the air battle group in the surging crowd.

Because, the situation in southern Xinjiang is much more chaotic than in the imperial city.

Moreover, except for Xiao Heng making trouble alone, it seemed too calm along the way.

They have to be very careful.

After a while, they were outside the Imperial City.

When the common people saw the carriage slowly coming, they shouted happily.

"Long live the Battle Lord!"

"Long live the War Princess!"

"Chitose, the lord of the county!"

All kinds of excited voices came and went.

Yun Qingjiu and Sikong Zhan sat in the carriage together, looking at the people around them who were kneeling down and worshipping them, and felt strange and uncomfortable.

The people were elated and the shouts were shocking.

Yun Qingjiu opened the curtain and looked out, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the people on both sides of the road were dressed in tatters.

There are a large number of people who don't even have shoes on their feet.

Looking at them like this, those who don't know think they are refugees.

However, they are really the residents around the southern Xinjiang city.

Yun Qingjiu looked at this scene and was stunned.

Before, I heard them say that the lives of the ordinary people in southern Xinjiang were not very easy.

When I look at them today, I know how difficult they are.

Both adults and children were barefoot, and their clothes were patched and tattered.

All of them have yellow faces and thin muscles, and they look malnourished.

For a while, I felt a little mixed in my heart.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Sikong Zhan, who was frowning beside her.

Presumably, Sikong Zhan invited himself to southern Xinjiang, and he must have had his considerations.

The surrounding green mountains and rivers are in stark contrast to the poor people in front of them.

Yun Sake was a little stunned.

Whether it is the mountains or the water in this southern Xinjiang, it should be a place of outstanding people.

Why, is this so?

She looked at Sikong Zhan and asked, "Why do the people here look so poor?" ”

At this time, Yun Qiwu explained lightly, solving her doubts.

It is said that although this place in southern Xinjiang explains that the scenery is beautiful, the four seasons are like spring.

However, there was too much rain.

During the rainy season, flash floods and waterlogging will ravage southern Xinjiang, causing the surrounding people to lose their crops.

The lives of the people here are very difficult.

Xiao Xi'er and Xiao Chao'er lay at the window, looking at the poor people outside, their little faces were wrinkled.

"Mother, how can we help these poor people?"

Yun Sake didn't answer their words, but looked at Sikong Battle.

Presumably, Sikong Zhan has already made a decision in his heart.

Sikong Zhan didn't reply, but asked the two little ones.

"How do you think you can help them?"

Chao'er kept a calm face, thought for a while, and then answered.

"The city of Nanjiang is located in a small basin, and the rainwater that falls down collects into the city, and it cannot be discharged, which leads to various disasters."

He surveyed his surroundings, paused, and then spoke.

"If you can dig a big river in the southern Xinjiang city and build all kinds of ditches to let the rainwater collect into the river, then what happened before will not happen again."

Xiao Chao'er said this, which made Sikong Zhan laugh.

He is worthy of being his son, and he is extremely smart.