In the twelve countries of Zhongzhou, there have always been monks from the Eight Great Dao Sects on duty, and because of the military disaster many years ago, they retreated from the secular world according to the usual practice.

But the place where the spirit boat descended, after all, is the hinterland of the Taoist sect to accept disciples, although the secular world is turbulent, but the city under the swagger mountain is still healthy.

Even though the streets are bustling and there are many displaced people on the roadside, the casualties are normal.

Seeing this, the monks were a little relieved, and Tao Zi and Wei Ying took one hundred and ten disciples all the way south.

Wei Ying is another Yuanying monk who led the team with Tao Zi, and Tao Zi is a general cultivator, from Guan Tongfeng, and is the third disciple of Miao Feng Daojun.

The two peaks have always been affinity, and Tao Zi and Wei Ying get along all the way, and they are also harmonious.

Just out of Bingzhou City and into Qizhou City, what I saw was very different.

Qizhou City, which was once famous for jade, has become a dead city at this time.

On the streets, on the top of the city, there were human corpses everywhere. Most have been dead for a long time.

"The people of Dawn are suffering like this, and I can't shirk the responsibility of the Eight Great Dao Sect. ”

Gao Jingming was a little indignant.

The more chaotic it is, the more it should stay behind, if there are still people in the Eight Great Dao Sect, the secular world will not be reduced to what it is now.

Tao Zi didn't speak, but his face was a little heavy.

It was the middle of summer, and the weather was hot, so there were a lot of mosquitoes and flies.

Dead people, living rats.

One by one, the fat rats were rampant among the corpses under the blue sky and white sun, and they didn't feel scared when they saw Tao Zi and his party from a distance, and they still ate by themselves.

Tao Zi waved his hand and ordered all the disciples to collect the corpses and burn them in a centralized manner.

She feared that if this continued, there would be a plague.

The destructive power of the plague is no less than that of war.

In this way, they collected the corpses all the way and went all the way south.

The big cities are basically destroyed, but the smaller villages and towns are still alive.

They were all yellow and thin, with a vigilant face, and they hid cautiously, watching Tao Zi's group from a distance.

Wei Ying put the prepared food at the entrance of the village and beckoned the disciples to leave.

At this time, even the former land of fish and rice had no more food in stock. Everywhere there were bare roots and branches.

"Senior Sister Tao, what do you think?" Wei Ying looked ordinary, he looked like he was thirty years old, but in fact, his bone age was more than three hundred.

He is also from the secular world, so he took the initiative to invite Ying to Tao Zi this time.

Tao Zi pondered for a moment: "Let's save people first, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and we need to collect the corpses faster." ”

As a result, the cultivators traveled rapidly for three consecutive days before they were repaired overnight.

On this day, the wind suddenly came, the dark clouds suddenly rose, and the sky was about to rain.

Wei Ying beckoned the disciples to clean up the corpses in the vicinity and repair them in situ, while Tao Zi raised his hand to set up a prohibition, which could always block the wind and rain.

The rain fell heavier and heavier, hitting the ban.

The disciples were hiding in the forbidden place, busy collecting the corpses, and suddenly ......

"Water...... Water ......"

Is someone alive?

Outside the ban, Tao Zi made an opening and opened the pile of dead people.

I saw a skinny child who couldn't tell the boys and girls was opening his mouth vigorously and licking his lips.

He wanted to drink more water.

Tao Zi brought people back to the ban, and there were little disciples with sheepskin bladders on the ground. Wei Ying carefully fed him a few sips of water.

After thinking about it, Tao Zi melted a small half of Bigu Dan and gave it to him.

After a while, the scrawny child opened his eyes.

His gaze was still a little sluggish, and he could faintly see the people around him who were as white as new, and he couldn't help muttering, "Am I dead? How can I see the immortals?"

Gao Jingming pushed the wheelchair over: "What's your name?"

"Dad!" The young man cried and suddenly climbed on Gao Jingming's lap: "Dad, what about Mother, we are all dead!"

Gao Jingming froze in place, stunned for a moment, and his scarred hand slowly stroked the child's back.

With his comfort, the child soon fell asleep.

Gao Jingming sighed, and the onlookers were silent.

The secular world is even worse than they imagined.

As a result, they took even greater pity on the child.

The child's name is Xiaocao, and she is a girl.

Her own father is also unable to walk with both legs, and she has to sit in a wooden wheelchair to move. That's why she mistook Gao Jingming for her father.

Xiaocao doesn't talk much, and her life is big, and she can grow like crazy with almost water.

Although after she woke up, she knew that Gao Jingming was not her father, but Gao Jingming had a wheelchair pusher since then.

But the monk's steps were something she couldn't keep up with, so in the end, it became Gao Jingming with her.

She knew that this group of people was very different, and her methods were all over the world, but she never asked.

This night, it was the turn of the trimming after the three-day march.

After all, those hundred disciples only had to build a foundation and cultivate, and everything they saw along the way was full of devastation, and their hearts were inevitably sad and tired. In this way, this stop, except for the ten disciples who were on duty at night, the rest would soon be able to fall into a deep sleep.

Tao Zi and Wei Ying were resting instead.

This night was Tao Zi's rest, but she didn't sleep or meditate, but was reading.

Now, her collection of books, especially about spirit plants and elixirs, has become somewhat large.

For example, now, what she is holding is a copy of "Anxiety Solution", the name is a little weird, but in fact, it is a compilation of detoxification classics.

The whole volume is yellowed mulberry paper, which has been passed down for I don't know how many years, and it was given to her by Wei Tianyi.

Tao Zi did not doubt the provenance of this fragment at all, after all, the luck of her junior brother was really good.

A light like a bean, mulberry paper carefully turned a page.

Hulahula.

A gust of wind blew, even through the tent and the ban, so that people could hear it clearly.

It seems that this gust of wind is a little cool.

Tao Zi's heart sank, and he closed the "Anxiety Solution" in his hand, just now, the coldness came from death.

She was the most sensitive to death, and after two breaths, she came to Wei Ying.

"Senior Brother Wei, I'm going to go out and have a look. ”

Wei Ying followed suit, and when she saw Tao Zi's solemn face, she couldn't help but say, "Are you together?"

Tao Zi looked at the hundred tents and shook his head: "I'll take two Jindan disciples, senior brother will wait for me to summon the message, and I'll come when I go." ”

Wei Ying nodded: "Be careful all the way." ”

The night is miserable, thick as ink, and tonight is the first day of the month.

If it weren't for Tao Zi's cultivation, I am afraid that they would not be able to move forward in the dark.

Tao Zi's body was condensed with protective qi, and the other two Jindan monks did not dare to be careless.

It stands to reason that after so many people died, it is normal for some dead qi to have some dead qi, but this dead qi still has evil qi and yin qi in it, and the more Tao Zi walked, the more he felt that the yin qi overshadowed the dead qi.

The chill grew stronger.

"Are you two alright?"

"Uncle Yu, it's okay. ”

"The disciple is also acceptable. ”

Tao Zi nodded: "Don't be reckless." ”

Hula...... Streaming down......

It is the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, bringing up the leaves and falling to the ground.

"Uncle be careful!"

A Jindan disciple shouted to Tao Zi, who hurriedly turned around.

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