This group of refugees, seeing that their homeland is in sight, although the fire in the city has not been extinguished, and it is especially miserable, but they also have a little more expectations.

Wang Fu'er hid the five corpse soldiers properly, and stood at the gate of the city with enthusiastic eyes, his only hope was to find someone to communicate.

"I've seen too many dead people lately, and I'm about to become psychopathic. I am an artist, a beautiful woman, not an unlucky surgeon, and a coolie who dissects the internal organs. In this group...... There doesn't seem to be a woman over 80 years old!"

At this time, he can still be disappointed in this place, which can only be described as an anomaly.

Wang Fu'er is not a native product from the ancient closed society, after all kinds of modern information edification, the vision of people is first-class. Among the refugees, a man dressed in a rough green cloth robe, with a loose head, and a bit bookish air, was one of the crowd at first glance.

He was thinking about how to talk, when suddenly a middle-aged woman, as if she had been whipped by an invisible long whip, screamed, and rushed over. hugged Wang Fu'er and cried.

"Son, my mother knows that you are not dead......

"Hey, I'm not sure if I'm your son, but I'm going to die again......

After struggling a few times, and relying on more strength, Wang Fu'er finally got rid of the possibility of crossing again in this humiliating way, broke free from his mouth and nose, and breathed fresh air, which he only felt was really rare. The green-robed scholar walked over, glanced at Wang Fu'er a few times, sighed lightly and said, "Sister-in-law Yan, this is not your little treasure. Don't be sad, it's going to be over......"

The middle-aged woman said that she didn't believe anything, although she usually respected this knowledgeable gentleman very much, but this time she just hugged Wang Fu'er and refused to let go.

The persuasion failed, and the green-robed scholar turned around to look at Wang Fu'er, and the complicated look in his eyes made Wang Fu'er understand the meaning at once. He immediately shouted, "Mom, it's me, you let me go, I'm about to be killed by you." ”

As soon as her mother called out at her, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly bloomed. Although it was just to cooperate and appease the woman, this kind of maternal rejuvenation made Wang Fu'er feel miserable, and suddenly thought: "I was beaten to death by gangsters, if my mother knew about it, I don't know what she would cry like......"

As soon as she thought of this, Wang Fu'er's tears suddenly swirled in her eyes, and the middle-aged woman comforted her again and again: "Xiaobao don't cry, don't cry, with your mother by your side, no one will hurt you in the future!"

Knowing that this middle-aged woman was only comforted by her mother's kindness, what danger would she really encounter, and what could this weak woman protect? But Wang Fu'er suddenly felt a warmth hit her, and she felt a little safer than the water and fire Linglong Pagoda where she took the red-robed general.

"You know, I'm not afraid. ”

Several refugees around had sympathy in their eyes, they had lived with Aunt Yan in the same county town for decades, and they were neighbors to each other, so of course they knew her son. The last time I fled, I was indeed dead, but no one said anything.

With all the means, Wang Fuer finally got rid of the new "mother" and got to the middle-aged man in a green robe with a bookish atmosphere. First, he gave a deep salute, and then asked about the current war that he was most concerned about.

Since these people dared to return to the city, they naturally felt that the war would not affect this place again, and Wang Fu'er was anxious to understand the current situation.

"Alas! Speaking of which, our Daqian Dynasty was defeated and lost this time. Lingzhou, Yanzhou, and Qianzhou's general town Jiedu envoy Mu Yuanzhi was killed by Yan Chimei, the general of Xidi Fire Ape, and the two nearby towns Jiedu made a total of 80,000 troops to rescue, but he was also a step late. Seeing that the reinforcements were overwhelming, the Fire Ape General had already retreated to the territory of Sidi. For the time being, there will be no more war in our Lingzhou. ”

This middle-aged man calls himself Mr. Tujing. Although his knowledge is not profound, he also has a good understanding of the general trend of the world. Wang Fu'er finally had this opportunity and asked all the questions in her heart.

The two chatted and talked about it, and Aunt Yan was quite relieved to see it.

Wang Fuer didn't know how to face it, so this "mother" deliberately followed Mr. Tujing to his house.

Although the house was a little messy, Mr. Tujing's house was also very poor, with no valuable goods, only some books, which were thrown all over the floor. His house is relatively remote, not bad, and in good condition.

After this chat, Wang Fuer finally understood the general appearance of this world.

Middle-earth is a vast area, and people today have not yet explored all of it. The Daqian Dynasty only occupied the central place, and has always regarded its own culture as Zhengshuo, and is a descendant of the ancient gods and torturers. Dozens of races in Xidi, each with different ancestors, were contemptuously called the demon clan by the people of the Great Qian Dynasty, and occupied the western part of Middle-earth Shenzhou. However, both sides have a history of tens of thousands of years, and migration and intermarriage are endless, in fact, the blood has long been mixed, and it is rare to have pure blood.

Moreover, in the primeval times, the White Moon Demon Clan dominated the world and intermarried with various barbarian tribes respectively, so that the Hundred Lands Human Race appeared. The branch of the Daqian Dynasty was only one of the hundred human races back then, born from the intermarriage between the White Moon Demon Clan and the descendants of the giant god Xinggan.

Wang Fu'er thought hard, he had almost figured out that in this world, there are also Confucianism, Taoism, agriculture, yin and yang, Buddha, astrology and other knowledge.

It's just that these genres are very different from those on Earth. He has a headache now, but he should work hard in which aspect he should have the resources to establish himself in the future and make his life better.

The Confucianism that circulated in the Daqian Dynasty is the most mixed, what is the art of war, the battle array, the governance of the country, the morality of the article, and the laws and regulations of the government...... Ten times more Confucian than he knew in his previous life. Since ancient times, there has been a custom of opening academies in Middle-earth, and Confucianism is now divided into dozens of schools, and the political advocates are strange.

The officials and generals of the Daqian Dynasty have the best of ten and have the experience of studying in the academy.

Taoism, on the other hand, includes astronomy, calculus, the five elements, the stars, and almost every field needs these talents.

These two are the cultural orthodoxy of the Daqian Dynasty, and they have always had the reputation of "300 people in Daolin and 1,000 disciples in the academy". However, in this world, martial arts and bravery, no matter what genre, all kinds of martial arts are particularly intensive. Taoism even has some more wonderful Taoist techniques, which are practiced by disciples.

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