Qin Zheng was shuttling through the dense forest, holding a map in his hand, and was heading in the direction of Bingyi County.

He was directly teleported hundreds of miles away by Wu Renyao with the Great Confucian spell, and quietly left the Qilin Academy, and he was calm along the way, without encountering enemies.

Qin Zheng had approached the county seat, and it was plastered with his wanted notices.

I have to say, this portrait is not painted at all! It doesn't reflect his handsomeness at all.

At this moment, Qin Zheng is no longer the down-and-out appearance in prison, dressed in a black suit, his long hair is combed, his face is fair but he still looks heroic and extraordinary, and his starry eyes are even more blazing, full of spirit, with a black sword at his waist, and he walks with a tiger.

So he didn't have to worry about being recognized, and the portrait was completely incomparable to a real person.

The girls Qin Zheng met along the way would have looked at him several times, if it weren't for the fact that this was ancient times, and the girls were very reserved, Qin Zheng suspected that he would have to take out his mobile phone and scan the code directly.

He was even hit by a hanger thrown from the second floor, and a beautiful woman was smiling at him. Scared that he ran away, is it wrong to be handsome? I'm afraid that your brother-in-law will play with me!

In the Kirin Academy.

The two Confucians sat down looking at each other, they had already told Li Yishan and the dean about Qin Zheng's plan through bamboo slips, and asked them to take care of Qin Zheng more when they were in Bingyi County.

"Lao Zhang, do you say I painted this portrait?" The big man stroked his beard and pursed his lips.

"Old Wu, I think we should just wrap our faces in strips of cloth, and just say that Qin Zheng was broken." Zhang Shuo held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

At this moment, the two of them took the treasure of the school palace and drew a puppet exactly like Qin Zheng, which was used to confuse the hidden traitor in the school palace.

In order to prevent startling the snake, the two great Confucians did not even use spells to find the murderer, for fear of being detected, and everything was going according to the plan in an orderly manner.

It's just that this somewhat abstract puppet is really believed?

"Ahem, it's a little ugly, but I don't think Qin Zheng will mind." Wu Renyao coughed dryly twice, a little weak.

"Old Wu, let's not talk about this big eye and small eye, what's the matter with this mouth that has always been crooked?" Zhang Shuo is worthy of being a great Confucian, no matter how funny he is, he will not laugh, he must respect the creation of another great Confucian.

Hahahaha!

The two old men finally couldn't help it, and they all couldn't help laughing.

"Pork seller, what are you laughing at?"

"I thought of something funny."

"What's funny?"

"King Wu and his father will have a full moon tomorrow."

"You're clearly laughing at me."

"King Wu and his father will really have a full moon tomorrow."

"Really? Then do you think my painting doesn't look like Qin Zheng? ”

"Hahaha."

......

Everything drawn by the righteous path pen will be given life.,Of course, they don't have thoughts.,Completely obey the orders of the person who writes down.,Xia Yan wanted to play with this pen when she first arrived in the school palace.。

How dare the two great Confucians give it, otherwise they may not be able to point out what moths, what toads with eight mouths, bees with stingers all over their bodies, and banana peels on the ground may all be present.

Even weirder than weird.

In the end, Wu Renyao listened to Zhang Shuo's suggestion, wrapped the puppet Qin Zheng's face with strips of cloth, and deliberately acted quite angry, bound to catch the real murderer.

Ahh

Qin Zheng, who was in a hurry, sneezed, how could he, an eight-rank martial artist, catch a cold? It's weird!

He was wandering around town at the moment, seeing the world with his own eyes.

At the beginning, those county towns were quite prosperous, and the resources of the transcendent were quite abundant, and there were countless auctions, martial arts, and super-hairers.

Food, entertainment, and clothing are also well developed.

Even ordinary people have a meal because of the emergence of these resources, at least to maintain their livelihood, even if they go to the auction to serve tea and pour water, there is a considerable income.

But this is only a county town where there are transcendents, you must know where there are so many transcendents in Great Xia?

The county town, where there are few transcendentals, is completely incomparable with the former, and it is two completely different looks.

Backward and poor, where do people have any ideas for entertainment? Survival is the only thing, even if you are just a half-baked martial artist who is not in the ranks, you can run rampant in the market, Qin Zheng's impression of Daxia is probably like this.

But as Qin Zheng got closer and closer to Bingyi County, he knew what it meant to be truly desolate and dilapidated.

Affected by Bingyi County, nearly 100 miles near it have been affected by drought, although it is not so serious, but it has also greatly affected the agricultural harvest, and the people are miserable.

The victims of Wuyang and Wuyang lined up to receive relief food, which was a grit bran (fu kang) porridge, which was once given to the livestock, and if it was to feed the little dragon horseshoe to the west, it had to kick Qin Zheng to death.

But now these are life-saving things for the victims, just the bran may not be shared by everyone, and there are still a small half of the people who have to go hungry, even if they are lucky enough to receive it, it is only to save their lives.

Being able to distribute the bran shows that the county official still has a bit of a conscience, and what Qin Zheng saw more was that the entire city was completely in a panic, and only the ruins remained.

There are burning, killing and looting everywhere, and I don't know how many people have no choice but to fall into the grass, they have no choice, and if they want to live on their own, they can only violate their conscience and morality.

On the way, when passing through a village, Qin Zheng saw a woman weeping and crying, her eyes swollen and unshaped, and the woman's husband had no energy, looking at the infant child in a daze.

"Madam, mother, she hasn't eaten for several days, and she will definitely not be able to live if she continues like this, so let's agree to Brother Wang's approach, at least we didn't kill him with our own hands."

The husband opened his mouth weakly, full of helplessness and loneliness, if Danfan had some way, how could he choose to eat Yizi?

Tiger poison does not eat children, he has too much sadness and helplessness in his heart, and the continuous famine has made ordinary people lose the capital to live.

"That's our boy, he's so young." The woman wept bitterly and held the child tightly in her arms.

"But mother, she has nothing to eat...... husband opened his mouth but couldn't spit out a word, why did God let him fall into this choice.

"Easy to eat." Qin Zheng muttered, with mixed feelings in his heart, he had only seen this kind of thing in history, but he didn't expect to really meet it now.

He didn't say anything to the family, just took out some food from his hands, but he wouldn't give too much, otherwise it would not be the child who would be eaten today, but the family.

The husband and the woman fell on their knees and kowtowed heavily in gratitude.

Qin Zheng ignored them, he didn't want to be too kind, otherwise he would inevitably be kidnapped by morality.

He couldn't talk about pitying that husband, but he really didn't want to see the tragedy of Yi Zi's food, of course, he could only ensure that he had a clear conscience, and after the food was eaten, he couldn't care whether the guy would bring it up again.

He can't save everyone.