In front of a dilapidated village.

The ground that had just rained was still a little muddy, and the smell of the earth and the smell of the road mixed together, giving off an unbearable strange smell, and the ground was not as clean as the slightest edge, and when you stepped on it, you would get a large piece of muddy water or filth.

"The action is sharp! This rain has finally stopped, and if we don't withdraw, whether the Four-Nation Alliance is coming, or the people from the imperial court are coming, it won't make us feel better! ”

A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard strode along the muddy road, shouting loudly from time to time.

As his voice spread, the already busy crowd moved more and more quickly, and occasionally the cries of children rang out.

"Aunt Liu, you don't have to bring so many things! Put the table down, it's an escape! How can anyone flee with a table? Don't want to live anymore, do you?! ”

The middle-aged man walked up to a family with a large bag and a table, and said helplessly.

"This table is made of fine mahogany. It was my original dowry, but it was worth a lot of money. Aunt Liu gritted her teeth, full of reluctance.

"Yes, yes, yes. But no matter how valuable it is, it's not expensive, is it? This thing can't be taken away, it's not the same as before. We lost, this is to flee, to flee! Whoever runs slower will find whoever is difficult! This thing can't be made of gold! ”

The middle-aged man said helplessly.

"Okay, why did you lose?"

Aunt Liu cried, "It's not a few years before I have a peaceful birthday, and I'm going to leave again!" If you leave, you won't be able to grow any crops in the field, and you'll have to delay the harvest for another year when you get to a new place, and you won't even have anything to eat."

"Let's take it one step at a time."

The middle-aged man's eyes sank, and he didn't say much, and walked towards the next place.

Only Aunt Liu was left behind her and continued unwillingly: "We have all paid the taxes. Why can't I live this day! ”

This is a village occupied by the White Lotus Sect.

To be precise, it should be a part of the peasants who took refuge in the White Lotus Sect.

The word rebellion is not just a mouthful, it is to occupy territory, expand influence, and recruit people, but also to face the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court.

In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the White Lotus Sect, of course, taxes must also be collected, and the taxes are not lower than those of the imperial court - even more!

But the advantage is that there are no other harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and you can collect as much as you want.

In addition, most of the people who have taken refuge in the country actually rely on the villagers to pull the villagers in, so although life is difficult, at least they can get by.

The premise is not to lose the battle.

However, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and when the White Lotus Sect Master had not left, the White Lotus Sect could still touch the people and horses of the imperial court, and it could still support it if it had a slight disadvantage.

It's a pity that after the White Lotus Sect Master disappeared directly with a group of sect backbones, the situation of the White Lotus Sect plummeted, and it was almost a collapse of ice and snow.

By now, it is already de facto starting to go their separate ways.

"Hurry up! Bring more food and less heavy stuff! If you are left behind, no one will save you! What about you, what are you doing with two pots on your back? ”

The middle-aged man came to a house again, looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in front of him, and scolded.

"Uncle Zhong, the pot always has to be used, right?"

The young man carried a pot on his back, holding a pot, and a lot of ash was stuck to his clothes, "This is a good iron pot!" If we bring it to our family, we can let many people bring less, and the food will have to be cooked before eating, right? How can you keep gnawing raw? ”

Zhong Yan was silent for a moment, "With these two guys, how far can you go?" ”

"How far can you go!"

The young man patted the big iron pot in his hand, "This thing is a good thing, even if the knife cuts it, it can still block it, not much worse than those armors." ”

"If you want."

Zhong Yan no longer persuaded.

Just as he was about to go to the next place to urge, he suddenly heard the young man ask, "Uncle Zhong, why did the White Lotus Sect fail?" ”

Zhong Yan looked back.

The young man's face looked a little frustrated and puzzled, "Didn't you all say that the big moon has come to an end?" ”

It's a difficult question to answer.

Zhong Yan thought for a while and said, "We are just defeated, not dead. It's better to live than anything else, and if you work hard to live, maybe you'll die tomorrow? ”

There's not much time for small talk.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

He had already received the news that in Yangzhou, the war between the Huang Tianjun, the Mozhi and the Four-Nation Alliance was also extremely unfavorable, and he had already arranged for the people to start crossing the source river to move to Yuzhou.

Calculate the time when he received the news, I'm afraid that the entire Yangzhou has been completely lost!

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the leaky boat encountered a head wind.

At this time, the White Lotus Sect was defeated again, casting a deep shadow on the already scattered situation.

Everywhere there were fleeing peasants, looking around, the Four-Nation Alliance, the Great Moon Temple, and even the Yellow Heavenly Army. All enemies.

Where the way out is, no one knows.

After running the whole village, Zhong Yan stood at the entrance of the village, watching the neighbors who dragged their families out of their new homes that had not lived for a few years, and longed to turn back three times in one step.

At the end was an old man with gray hair, who carried nothing with him, just a cane of jujube wood, and his dim and old eyes silently watched a group of people who had grown up walking away, leaving their homes, and their dark and thin faces were as silent and silent as dry bark.

Zhong Yan ran over quickly and said loudly, "Third uncle, where are your things?!" ”

The old man's gaze turned to him, and he paused for a moment before he reacted, "Boy Zhong."

"Uncle San, hurry up and clean up! I won't be able to catch up later. Zhong Yan said anxiously.

"No, no, no."

The old man shook his head, "At my age, I've lived enough, I've lived enough, and I can't toss it anymore." The road is not easy to walk, you should be careful on the road, I will stay here and not go anywhere. ”

"What are you talking about?"

Zhong Yan's brows furrowed, "I'm not dead yet, I'll take you with me!" ”

At the beginning, Sanbo's children joined the White Lotus Sect with him and fought against the people and horses of the imperial court, but he was lucky and picked up a life.

But several of Sanbo's children died on the battlefield.

Where will there be no dead in war? There's no way around it.

The rest of the women and children may still be looked at, but the remaining old and weak can only be resigned to fate, this season, compassion can not be eaten, occasionally relief is OK, if you really want to bring it, it will only add countless troubles.

"Let's go? Where to go? ”

The third uncle shook his head slowly, stretched out his finger that had been cut off for some reason, and pointed to his head, "I'm old, my ears are almost deaf, and my eyes are almost blind, but my brain is not broken. Back then, we were also people who had read books for a few years. Sometimes, people just have to accept their fate. ”

His eyes looked at the neighbors who were dragging their families in front of him and wanted to walk towards the next safe place, "When will this day be the end?" How did that word come to linger, yes, linger. ”

The jujube cane slammed a few times on the ground, splashing mud and filth, and the old man repeated: "The lost dog, lingering!" ”

"The tree dies, but the man lives. It's better to be alive than dead, Uncle San, don't be stubborn, hurry up and pack up, I'll take you with me. ”

Zhong Yan looked at the sky and said a little anxiously: "This rain has just stopped, there is a lot of rain at this time, if you don't take advantage of the fact that it is not easy to let go now, and when it rains, you can't go for a day, then it will be troublesome!" ”

"It's winter soon, how many more days can you live if you leave at this time?"

The old man still shook his head, "Let's go. I'm too old to walk. Whoever wants my old life, let him take it. ”

"Don't say that, that Moqiu, does Mozi know? Born a saint, he brought the ink man to Yuzhou. Everyone says that he is a natural saint, and there is a way out that we can't see, maybe people have a way?

Emperor Zongming was killed by him at the beginning, if you don't believe me, can you still believe in a saint? Let's go, Sanbo, the time is really delayed! ”

Zhong Yan was still persuading, and even moved Moqiu out directly.

Yuzhou and Yangzhou are next to each other, and Moqiu's reputation naturally spreads, coupled with Wang Mang's unsparing praise in the White Lotus Sect, it has given many people a general understanding of what Moqiu does, even if they don't know it too clearly, but they also understand that it is an out-and-out good person.

"Don't lie to me, I've eaten more salt than those stinky boys have ever eaten, what haven't you seen? A natural saint? Can a saint still conjure up an army of millions? It's just lying to yourself! ”

The old man's hair was gray, but his voice was still very powerful, "Those people, I just want to suddenly come out and save myself, so that I can feel more comfortable." I have lived to this age, and I have already understood that if I want to rely on others, the road will not go far. ”

"Third Uncle."

Zhong Yan's brows furrowed tightly.

"You go too, you're still young, you still have a future, I'm an old guy, there's just a handful of rotten bones left, what else is there to hide?"

The third uncle no longer fought with him, the jujube wood staff in his hand hit the muddy ground, and the rickety and old figure walked towards the village.

He was clearly going home, but he turned away from the people in the village and drifted away.

The corners of Zhong Yan's eyes were a little moist, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, and after a moment of silence, he still left the village and walked forward.

Before they had left the village, there was a sudden commotion in front of the crowd.

Zhong Yan's gaze sank, he had just left the village, why shouldn't he bump into the centaurs of any way, his palm pressed on the sword in his arms, he walked forward and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

But he saw a man riding a tall horse, shouting loudly: "Don't run! No need to run! The lord of the royal hall has an order, go back to his own home, and the savior is coming! ”

Hearing his voice, Zhong Yan froze in place, and after a while, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, he rushed over like those crazy villagers, "I am the person from Hongyang Hall!" What's going on? When did the hall master give the order? Didn't the last order tell us to evacuate? Who is the savior?! ”

He asked one after another, with thousands of doubts hidden in his heart.

"The hall master has returned, and he has settled in Akino Village! I don't know who the savior is, the people who were in the Red Yang Hall before can hurry over, the hall master has a new order! Don't all of you all around me, disperse quickly, I'm going to keep informing the next village!" ”

The man on horseback kept shouting loudly, and his voice was already a little hoarse.

"Drink a few more words first."

Zhong Yan handed over a water bladder, "When did the order of the hall master come out?" ”

"Three days ago, anyway, this time the hall master said that there is a way to solve the problem of the imperial court and the four-nation alliance, and I don't know the specifics, but I was sent over to inform everyone that they don't have to run around anymore, just stay safe!"

The man said, "If you want to know more, go to Akino Village and ask yourself, the hall master will stay there, and the holy woman is there!" I'm going to have to keep informing! ”

After speaking, he immediately took advantage of the gap in the crowd and rode his horse and whip towards the next place.

Zhong Yan thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone in the village will go back first, I'll go to Qiuye Village first to see how the situation is!" ”

Now that autumn is about to pass and winter is coming, who would want to flee at this time without leaving their homeland?

Similar scenes are happening all over the place.

The people who originally belonged to Hongyang Hall also began to converge towards Akino Village, wanting to know what kind of savior could make the hall master give such an order and change his previous decision.

Not far from Akino Village, on the banks of the Source River.

Gu Dan stood in front of the river, quietly looking at the people who gathered towards Akino Village from time to time in the distance.

Beside him was Xun Ke.

"If it goes on like this, it won't be long before Master Mo will receive news from us, right? It's been so long, and I'm finally able to say goodbye to Master Mo! ”

Xun Ke's voice was a little excited.

At the beginning, Moqiu brought him from Yuzhou to the imperial capital, and then he stayed in the small courtyard of the Gu family.

Although he is nominally a disciple of Moqiu, he has always been practicing with Gu Dan.

Since Moqiu killed the emperor and left the imperial capital, he has not seen each other for more than six years.

He had a lot of ideas in his heart that he wanted to discuss and communicate with Master Mo.

"Yes."

Gu Dan nodded.

First pacify the people in the land of Yuzhou, and then clean up the moths inside, the rumor is enough to spread, and at that time, Moqiu will definitely be able to receive the news.

Brothers work together, and their profits are broken.

He is responsible for ending the troubled times, building, or letting the people of this era go to it.

Immortal Dao does not allow the existence of variables, what he can do is not too much after all, otherwise good things will also become bad things.

"Huh? What are those people for? ”

As he spoke, Xun Ke's gaze froze slightly.

I saw two groups of people carrying long knives, and they rushed straight to Akino Village with a murderous spirit.

In the distance, you can still hear a roaring sound full of energy.

"Wang Mang! Do you want to rebel against the White Lotus Sect?! ”

(End of chapter)