There are poor countries that have been eroded to the bones, the domestic Xiangma occupies the mountains as the king, recruits soldiers and horses, and the power is getting bigger and bigger, the army of the imperial court has lost the strategic initiative, the bandits on this side have just been eliminated, and a wave of rogue has arisen on the other side, and there is no stable place in the whole country.

Rao is like this, there are poor countries that pay more and more tribute to the Great Jin every year, and all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes are also cumbersome and diverse.

The long period of war and oppression has caused many people to choose to flee from poor countries and rush to the nearby Dajin one after another, wanting to see if they can try their luck and ask for a few bites of food.

Therefore, there are many more refugees on the official road to the Great Jin Dynasty from poor countries.

They were ragged, yellow-skinned, and staggered when they walked, and the bark of the trees on the roadside had been stripped clean by the group, not to mention bugs, pheasants, hares, and all that could be eaten.

The blood on Lu Xuan's clothes had dried up with dust, mixed in the crowd, and was inconspicuous.

After he woke up from Suicheng, he chose to rush to Dajin immediately.

The reason is very simple, as early as before, he had a feud with the Wudou Rice Sect, he didn't believe that the other party would let him go so easily, plus Suicheng's movements were really not small, if nothing else, most of the cultivators in poor countries and the imperial court would definitely choose to go to Suicheng to see the situation.

Then, as a Dao Immortal, he has a great chance of becoming the best elixir in the eyes of these people, and maybe there are a few of them who are the same as Zhen Yuanzi.

What's more, he still has to go to Akira and Alai.

If nothing else, they should have reached the border between the Great Jin and the poor country.

The peace and blessing hanging around Lu Xuan's waist inexplicably increased a little hope in his heart.

"Stinky boy, hard! It's about to come out. ”

On the side of the road, a gray-haired middle-aged man was clasping his son's ass with his fingers, his wrinkled face covered with dust, anxiety and self-blame circulating in his eyes.

On the other hand, the child, perhaps in front of the public, was embarrassed by the, his pale face was red, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, and his lips were bitten and bleeding.

"Dad, I can't get out."

The middle-aged man was anxious and angry, and scolded angrily: "If you don't eat so much Guanyin soil, you have to listen, what if this suffocates you to death!" ”

"I'm hungry!" As he spoke, the child began to cry.

The middle-aged man cried while holding it: "You can't eat so much if you're hungry!" Your brother died because his intestines were broken by the leaves! How can you be virtuous with him? ”

Lu Xuan didn't go to see it, nor did he listen to the conversation between the father and son, and hurried away by himself with his baggage.

People are very hungry and eat tree bark, and those who eat Guanyin soil are good people, and he saw two couples in the mountains setting up an iron pot, and in the boiling water, boiling a baby.......

Lu Xuan couldn't say what the couple did, but they hated the world more and more.

Some starved to death on the side of the road, some had their necks cut off by bandits, and some sold their daughters in public....... There were so many ridiculous things that he almost despaired of the world.

In fact, those who are alive are no better than those who are dead.

We all know that there are poor countries with soldiers and chaos, and everyone chose to go to Dajin at the risk of being arrested by officers and soldiers in order to take refuge, but no one can say clearly, can they really settle down when they arrive in Dajin? Will you really be able to live?

No one knows what Dajin looks like, and no one can say clearly.

But there was some hope in their hearts, which prompted them to move on.

As the sun set, the refugees spontaneously descended into the dense forests deep in the mountains on both sides of the official road.

It's not that pedestrians are not allowed to stay overnight on official roads, in this world, who cares where you sleep.

The main reason is that the horses always like to rob pedestrians on the official road, and may encounter some delivery darts or wealthy merchants, and ordinary people often suffer from it.

If they hide in the mountains next to the official road, even if they encounter the horses, their horses will not be able to run away, and the chances of survival are greater.

This does not mean that the mountains are completely safe.

There have always been many evil rumors in the mountains, and it is not uncommon for lonely graves to meet wild ghosts, old temples to meet wild gods, and yellow-skinned rats to ask for seals.

So when he went deep into the mountains and saw a temple sitting in front of him, Lu Xuan seemed a little hesitant.

Fortunately, Yang Yan didn't give a warning, so he grabbed the long sword in his hand and walked in, along with other refugees.

As soon as these people entered, they occupied some of the better positions in the temple and collapsed on the ground, and of course, some people rummaged through the cabinets to find things to see if there were any valuable things, or to find some rats and snakes and other animals, to fill their stomachs!

It is obviously impossible to expect a group of people who are precarious to worship God and fear God, so as not to attract evil spirits.

Therefore, Lu Xuan did not stop their behavior, but observed the situation of the temple, wanting to eliminate potential dangers as much as possible.

Most of the statues and houses in the temple have collapsed, and dust and cobwebs cover the entire temple.

After walking around, he didn't see anything wrong, the only thing that surprised Lu Xuan was that the smell of dust and wood rotting in the air was not the smell of dust and wood decaying, the most obvious thing was a faint smell, like the smell of rotten vegetable leaves soaking in a stinky ditch for a long time.

However, after searching for a long time, he could not find the source of this smell, so he had to give up and go to the Buddha hall in the center of the temple to rest.

The eaves tiles here are fairly well preserved, so you don't have to worry about getting wet if it rains at night.

There were some refugees who had chosen the same way, probably so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to speak, but they just found some hay and spread them on the ground, hoping for a good night's sleep.

To Lu Xuan's surprise, the father and son he met during the day also found this temple.

The two of them huddled in the corner, found some dead wood branches, and made a fire, after all, it was now approaching winter, and the temperature was extremely low in the middle of the night.

Touching his swollen belly, the child looked at Daddy with some grievances: "Dad! I miss the storyteller. ”

"It's useless to think about it, it's not easy for people to give us some food along the way, what's the matter, still counting on others to support us!" The middle-aged man patted his son's shoulder a little helplessly: "Let's stay up a little longer, maybe it will get better when we get to Dajin." ：”

When he said this, the middle-aged man obviously had no bottom in his heart, and his eyes were fluttering.

The storyteller they talked about, Lu Xuan had seen two days ago, was a young man with a handsome face and a white shirt, even if he was mixed with their group of refugees, his clothes were clean, with a warm smile on his face, and his eyes were gentle, like a literati who had read poetry and books.

Perhaps because of his unique temperament, many children like to come to listen to him at night.

Even if the refugees don't have a penny, the storyteller will take out his oil lamp and tell the children some bizarre stories.

If someone was hungry, he would take some food out of his baggage and give it to them.

Of course, there are many refugees who have moved their minds to him and want to grab food, but without surprise, they have all been taught a lesson by the other party.

This kind of thing happens every night, and the result is the same.

After that, the storyteller seemed to be in a hurry, and after giving all the food he was carrying to the children, he left in a hurry at night, and no one knew where he had gone, and no one knew what kind of things could make this storyteller with high martial arts skills go on a starry night.

Three watches in the middle of the night.

The tired and hungry refugees were basically asleep, and the middle-aged man, who had just lulled his son to sleep, tiptoed out of the temple with his baggage on his back.