I heard people say that it is far worse than seeing it with your own eyes.

Leaving Fangfu, Fangzheng's private carriage drove on the avenue, which was not as convenient as before, and it was necessary to stop and go, avoiding pedestrians from time to time.

The curtain is lifted.

The road is far denser than usual.

Luo Zhutou said that the number of people who have poured into the county town in recent times has more than doubled compared to the original population.

I didn't notice it before.

today

It's a real sight.

The snow of a few days ago has only just melted, and the snow seeps into the mud, leaving the once solid ground muddy.

Especially on the side of the street, there is a mixture of mud and dirt.

And a figure squatting, lying, or leaning on the corner of the street, all of them are in tattered clothes, their eyes are blank, and they do not speak, like a stagnant sculpture.

There are shirtless, skinny children lying in their parents' arms, snuggled up to keep warm.

There were old men covered in chilblains and even shivering, kneeling on their knees with their skinny hands raised and begging for food.

……

"Poor poor ......"

"Great Good Man ......"

"Let's enjoy the stuttering......"

Even the sound of begging is weak.

Many more people are starless, lying there motionless, lifeless, as if they have despaired of life and the future.

The carriage continued.

Refugees lying on the side of the street came into view.

Many!

Too much!

Densely packed, covering all the pavements on the side of the street, leaving no gaps.

So much so that even Fang Zheng, who has always been optimistic, had to look gloomy, and his heart was as heavy as a heavy lead.

How can there be so many refugees in just a few days?

"The owner."

Li San, who was driving, was good at observing words and feelings, saw the doubts in Fang Zheng's eyes, and said in a low voice:

"The city gate is broken for some reason, and it is being repaired in the past few days, which is why there are so many refugees coming in, and these refugees are usually outside the city."

"At that time, no one knew when he would die."

It's clear.

I still remember.

When he first came to this world, it was also the same cold winter as now, and the heavy snow had just passed, but he almost didn't survive one night.

In the blink of an eye.

Two years have passed.

In the past two years, he has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the lives of ordinary people in other worlds have not improved in the slightest, and may even be worse.

When I came to Fang City, the number of refugees finally decreased.

There are people from the government and the yamen here to maintain order, and the shops are facing outward, and refugees are not allowed to block the door to affect their own business, and even because there are too many outsiders, it is even more lively.

A cheerful voice came from the front.

"Hit the bamboo board, go forward, and come to the Zhangjia garment shop."

"Garment shops, look around, business here is not ordinary."

"Those who came from the south, those who went north, and those who bought in large quantities."

"A wave in a wave, a wave in a wave......"

A group of beggars with bamboo sticks and broken bowls shook their heads into a garment shop, and the beggars at the head smiled and raised the bowls to beg for it.

Then he sang:

"Look at the boss, happy face, how much money can you give?"

"Boss lady, good looks, cherry small mouth Sai Meijiao."

"Willow eyebrows, small waist, just take out the money."

"Five and ten are not too little, the God of Wealth will look for you every year!"

"Give, give!"

A group of beggars chimed in.

The boss hurriedly took out a few copper coins from the money bag, put them in the broken bowl, and waved his hand to drive the beggars away.

The proprietress hid behind the boss with a pale face, and there was no joy in her eyes to be flattered, but there was a faint panic and fear.

"It's a gang of beggars."

Li San was introduced by Wu Hai, and he had been on the street for a long time in the early years, and he was more familiar with the situation in front of him than others.

He whispered:

"The owner, the beggars are not ordinary beggars who ask for food, most of them have a certain organization, and the leader has quite a means."

"If you get money, that's it."

"If you can't get it, they will hold a grudge against it, and it is a trivial matter to secretly rub and destroy business, and it is not strange to kill people for money and rape women."

Fang Zheng nodded slowly.

These beggars were not very old, and although their clothes were in tatters, their complexions were ruddy and their eyes were bright, which was very different from the refugees on the road.

Look at the situation just now.

It's more like a money grab.

The carriage continued.

"It's time for soup kitchen!"

"The mage of the Smelling Fragrance Sect has come to give soup porridge!"

“……”

The shouts came from a short distance, and the crowd became agitated, and then began to rush in the direction from which the sound came, looking like a wriggling ant colony from above.

"Smell the incense?"

Fang Zheng opened his mouth curiously:

"Li San, do you know this sect?"

"I don't know." Li San shook his head and said:

"The little one has never heard of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, and it is only in the past few days that he has learned that there is a group of people who are giving porridge in the city in the name of the Smelling Fragrance Sect."

"The amount of porridge they give is very large, which can fill the stomach, which is completely different from the Yamen."

"But ......"

Pursing his lips, Li San lowered his voice and said:

"The owner, when the disaster is rampant, preaching and accepting believers is a cult nine times out of ten!"

"However, because they have been giving porridge, there are too many people and refugees guarding the soup kitchen, which is easy to cause chaos, so the people in the yamen have not been rude."

For the refugees, the Smelling Fragrance Sect is their only savior, and if the yamen dares to do it, it will definitely cause chaos.

Fang Zheng was clear, and said:

"Is there really a mage?"

"Impossible." Li San shook his head repeatedly:

"I've seen their so-called 'mages', but they're just a few unpopular warlocks who use tricks to confuse ordinary people."

"Mage ......"

"How can you be confined to a county seat?"

"Heh......" Fang Zheng lightly:

"Refugees, beggars, smelling incense, Gu'an County is really getting more and more chaotic."

"yes."

Li San nodded, his face worried.

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Snake Martial Arts Hall.

The handsome and upright third disciple of the martial arts hall, Che Zhongyang, walked out, his eyes fell on Fang Zheng, he snorted lightly between his noses, and stretched out his hand to lead inward:

"Young Master Fang, please!"

"There is labor."

Founder arched his hand.

Che Zhongyang is Du Qiaoyun's husband, an outstanding disciple of the martial arts hall who went out, with a three-blood cultivation, and is the future master of the martial arts hall.

He didn't have a good impression of the other party.

Because during the time he left, Du Qiaoyun was almost taken first, although Du Qiaoyun denied this in every way, but the soft sword was the evidence.

Such a good soft sword, he couldn't afford it when he went out to work hard for many years, but he was given away by the surname Fang, who believed that he was not tired?

fortunately

Everything is in the past.

The younger sister likes herself, and the surname Fang can't get it.

When he came to the backyard, Du Sheng was resting on a soft chair.

After not seeing him for a while, his complexion became more and more haggard, his face was full of wrinkles, and the hair on the top of his head was sparse, like an old man in his nineties.

The qi and blood on his body were even weaker, as if a gust of wind might blow them out.

"Master."

Che Zhongyang came to the front and said in a low voice:

"Fang Gongzi is here."

"Hmm......" Du Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes were dim, he looked at the direction where Fang Zheng was, and waved his hand:

"Sit."

"Senior Du." Founder put down the gift in his hand:

"I brought a few ginseng sticks over to make up for my body."

"I have a heart." Du Sheng chuckled and shook his head:

"But I don't need it."

His body knows that since the battle of the Green Wolf Gang, he has been seriously injured and difficult to treat, and he can only hold on to it until now with medicine.

Ben didn't live long.

"Huh?"

Squinting at Fang Zheng, Du Sheng's eyes flickered:

"Young Master Fang, are you successful in refining dirty?"

Hearing this, Che Zhongyang couldn't help but be surprised, and looked sideways, this person turned out to be the same as himself, becoming a three-blood martial artist?

"I can't hide it from Senior Du." Founder admires the arch hand:

"Just dirty."

"Fang Gongzi is worthy of a profound background, and he has stepped into the third blood in just two years." Du Shengyin exclaimed:

"If you practice martial arts early, I'm afraid you will already have true qi."

He attributed Fang Zheng's rapid progress in martial arts to his good foundation, which also confirmed more and more that Fang Zheng was once from a great big family, and he could cultivate his body like this without practicing martial arts.

As everyone knows.

Fang Zheng really only started practicing martial arts two years ago.

Today's achievements are due to the blessing of the resources of the two worlds, and they have nothing to do with the so-called mysterious family.

But it doesn't need to be explained.

I can't explain it either.

"Senior Du."

Fang Zheng arched his hand and asked:

"Stepping into the Three Bloods, Fang only knew that he was going to condense his qi and blood to impact the True Qi Realm next, but he didn't know what to do."

"So I'm here to ask my seniors for advice."

"Heh......" Du Sheng chuckled, his voice hoarse:

"Fang Gongzi thinks too highly of Du, I am just a third-blood, I have never set foot in the True Qi Realm, and I don't know much about it."

His voice paused slightly, slowly sat up straight, and said:

"As for condensing qi and blood, most of them are unique secret methods, and it is inconvenient to disclose them if there are ancestral teachings."

"...... like this"

"Zhongyang."

"Yes." Yang in the car gave his hand.

"You go and bring the book "Hu Zhenren Talks about the Change of Qi and Blood". Du Shengdao:

"Give it to Fang Gongzi."

"This ......" Che Zhongyang's complexion changed, and then he sighed helplessly:

"Yes."

Seeing Che Zhongyang leave, Du Sheng chuckled and shook his head:

"Young ......"

"Condensing qi and blood is simple and simple, but it is also difficult to say, but there is a lot of talk about it in the cultivation method, doesn't Fang Gongzi know?"

"I don't know." Sitting squarely:

"Just about to ask for advice."

"The so-called three changes in qi and blood are all quenched bodies." Du Shengyin was tired, but he still held on to speak:

"The strength of the skin and flesh, the power of the periosteum, and the essence of the five organs are all changes in qi and blood, and the condensation of qi and blood is the power of self-integration of skin, flesh, periosteum, and internal organs."

"The integration of the three, raising your hands and feet has great strength, and you can impact the realm of true qi."

"However, the condensation of qi and blood is detrimental to the origin of the body, so it cannot be used more, so it is extremely difficult to impact the true qi realm once and have a second time."

"And ......"

"It could lead to a big loss of strength."

"So such as me, Luo Zhutou, and Xu Seng, I only know that the impact is hopeless, and I won't force it anymore, but Fang Gongzi is just when his blood is strong, so he can give it a try."

Fang Zheng frowned, secretly crying out in his heart.

He is no longer a novice in martial arts, and he can even be said to have learned through hundreds of schools, and he is much stronger than Du Sheng in terms of martial arts background.

So as soon as the other party opened his mouth, he knew that it was not good.

Integrate Qi and Blood?

The coiled snake martial arts hall is a consistent method for refining skin, forging bones, and refining organs, and even the martial arts are also in the same line, and the integration is naturally simple.

And he ......

There are all kinds of martial arts learned, and there is no focus at all, how to integrate?

Even if you could,

I'm afraid it's not as easy as I think.

"Master."

While talking, Che Zhongyang walked back with the book, threw the book to Fang Zheng casually, and hurriedly came to Du Sheng to help him lie down.

"You're not in good health and can't talk so much."

"Senior Du."

Founder got up at the right time:

"I won't bother much."

"Brother Fang." At this time, a familiar voice sounded from behind, which also made Che Zhongyang pout, showing a little displeasure on his face.

Qianying came and said crisply:

"I've just arrived, why rush to leave, why don't you sit down?"

"Miss Du." Fang Zheng turned around, and when his eyes fell on Du Qiaoyun, he was slightly stunned:

"It's ......"

"Pregnant?"

It can be seen with the naked eye that Du Qiaoyun's belly is slightly bulging, and she is already pregnant, which is at least a few months before she is pregnant with a child.

"Not bad." Che Zhongyang stepped to Du Qiaoyun's side, supported his lover with one hand and stroked his slightly bulging belly with the other, and said proudly:

"When the child has a full moon wine, don't forget to come over."

Du Qiaoyun looked shy and gently patted her husband's hand away.

"Definitely."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"But ......"

"Miss Du is not yet three blood, she is pregnant at this time, and she will ...... in the future"

Giving birth to a child will definitely consume a lot of blood and blood, and then you have to bother to take care of the baby, it can be said that the future of martial arts has been ruined, and the real heroines in the female middle school will think about the child after they have learned martial arts.

"It doesn't matter." Che Zhongyang's eyes stared:

"I'll protect her."

"There are worries about the sons of labor." Du Qiaoyun sighed lightly:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make three bloods, and ...... No regrets. ”

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"Drive!"

"Drive!"

A few healthy horses galloped on the dirt road, and as they approached a manor, several of them rolled over and jumped off.

Athletic fitness.

There were already more than a dozen people in white waiting at the gate of the manor.

When the people in front of him landed, the people in white knelt down on one knee and shouted:

"Welcome Lord Jia Xiang!"

"Welcome Lord Jia Xiang!"

“……”

The cheers shook the sky, which also made the rich man next to him more and more frightened.

White Lotus Sect!

This group of people occupied his own manor and used it as a stronghold for the congregation, although he was unwilling, he did not dare to complain.

They

But the slightest disobedience will kill!

"Hmm."

Jia Xiangzhu's facial features were mediocre, with a scar on his face, he nodded when he heard the sound, looked up at the big red lantern hanging at the gate of the manor, and grinned:

"Whose place is this?"

"Returning to the Incense Master." The rich man's body trembled, and he hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand:

"It's a villain's place."

"I heard that the incense lord is coming, and the little one has already instructed his subordinates to prepare wine and food, and they are even more colorful to welcome the incense master."

"Hmm." Jia Xiang looked sideways, his eyes were strange:

"Do you know who we are?"

"This ......" the rich man hesitated and said tentatively in a low voice:

"Smell the incense?"

"Wenxiang Zhenren is one of the real people I teach to protect the Fa, what am I teaching?" Jia Xiangzhu arched his hands to the sky and asked again.

"White Lotus Sect." Rich Man Road:

"The little one is also a member of the White Lotus Sect, and he is willing to worship the Holy Mother with his family property."

"So you know!" Lord Jia Xiang sighed lightly.

"Ahh

The rich man looked up, puzzled.

"You know, why use a red lantern?" Jia Xiangzhu's face changed sharply, and his figure appeared in front of the rich man in a flash, and he slapped it out, and scolded angrily in his mouth:

"Don't you know that red is unlucky for us White Lotus Sect?"

"Smack!"

The air exploded under his slap.

The rich man's head was pumped with a huge force, and he spun directly around his neck 360 degrees, and his body lifted off the ground and landed heavily several meters away, and there was no sound again.

The bones of his neck clicked, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Phew!"

Jia Xiang advocated spitting on the ground with his mouth, and his face was gloomy and ruthless:

"Bad luck!"

"Look for death!"

The faces of several people behind the rich man turned pale instantly, their strands trembled, and there was even a smell of urine, which was that someone was frightened by the scene in front of him.

"Lord of incense." A man in white clenched his fists and arched his hands:

"I'll have people change it to a white lantern, and the red satin inside will also be replaced with white silk."

"Hmm."

Lord Jia Xiang nodded indispensably, and walked forward:

"Is Lord Liu Xiang here?"

"Yes."

"Lead the way, go to him."

"Yes."

Hall.

A sound of glamour.

A young man with a face like a crown of jade sat in the center, hugging several women left and right, his face drunk, laughing from time to time.

The woman's appearance is not outstanding, and she is of different ages, and some can even be mother and daughter, but he obviously doesn't care, and even enjoys it a little.

Seeing a few people coming, the man smiled and said:

"Brother Jia is here!"

"Sit down, a few of you go to accompany Lord Jia Xiang."

He stretched out his hand and pointed out the several women in the field, and the women were afraid in their eyes, but they did not dare to resist his understanding, and obeyed the order to approach Lord Jia Xiang honestly.

"No need."

Jia Xiangzhu waved his hand to separate the women, and his face was gloomy:

"Jia is not a good woman, Master Liu Xiang, you should keep it for yourself."

"Smack!" The man patted his forehead, and his face was abrupt:

"I forgot, Jia Xiang's cultivation method needs to prohibit women, hey...... The joy of life has lost more than half of it, so why bother. ”

"Heavy snow covers the mountains." Jia Xiangzhu's face remained unchanged, and he said:

"The mage calculates that there will be a heavy snowfall nearby in a few days, which means that Gu'an County is now an isolated city, and even if there is chaos, there will be no reinforcements within half a month."

"No!"

"Once you come and go, you may not be able to arrive in a month."

"We can do it!"

Hearing this, the man squinted, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he stretched out his five fingers and probed into the chest of the woman beside him.

"Poof!"

With one hand, he directly pulled out a heart that was still beating.

"Good!"

(End of chapter)