"That's it, that's it, I can only do what I can......"

Meng Xuan sighed and muttered to himself.

For him, there is really no good way to cure this plague, but to do his part and ask for a clear conscience.

Thinking like this, Meng Xuan went out, but saw that not far away, the treasure pot was holding a group of little babies and explaining their schoolwork to them.

Now Baopen is the hero in the minds of this group of little dolls, everyone calls him "General", and Baopen himself loves to listen to it.

I don't know if this group of little dolls will cry in fear when they know the identity of his corpse demon......

"Little sir, let's taste the good tea of the old treasure......"

The old Confucian made a pot of tea and walked over with two washed teacups.

"The boy doesn't know tea, but I'm afraid he will spoil the old man's treasures......"

Meng Xuan sat down with him on the steps of the tree courtyard and said politely to the old Confucian student.

"Hehe, there are many people who know tea, and the old decay still doesn't give them a drink......"

The old Confucian sneered, and he also had a sense of arrogance, and when Meng Xuan heard him say this, he no longer shirked.

The old Confucian poured two cups of tea, looked at the treasure pot again, hesitated slightly, and said, "That general ......"

Meng Xuan smiled and said, "You must have seen it, he doesn't drink fireworks!"

The old Confucian nodded, didn't ask any more, picked up the teacup with both hands, and put it into Meng Xuan's hand.

Meng Xuan took a sip, it was indeed fragrant and elegant, and the aftertaste was endless.

"Alas, Mr. Xiao, there is a saying about the old decay, I don't know whether to say it or not, in fact, the old decay is not a local, but fled here from other places many years ago, and has been hiding for many years, in my hands, there is an extremely important thing, I am afraid that it will be put in your immortal gate, and it is also the opposite direction that everyone fights for, the old decay seems to let it go into the ground with me, but now it ......"

The old Confucian drank half a cup of tea, seemed to have mustered up the courage, and said solemnly to Meng Xuan.

"Old gentleman, I don't need to talk about it, I'm not interested, and I don't want to get involved in this cause and effect!"

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Xuan waved his hand and said softly.

The old Confucian was slightly stunned, a wry smile appeared on his face, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said, "The old decay is abrupt!"

Meng Xuan smiled, picked up the teacup and motioned to him, and took a sip.

In fact, when he first met the old Confucian student, he knew that he was also a secret person, judging from his attitude towards himself at that time, he knew that the thing he hid must be of great value, maybe as he said, once it is thrown, it will attract clouds from all directions, tens of thousands of people will fight, and even lead to monstrous murder, but Meng Xuan is really not interested in this at all.

Now that I have a magic sword, a magic trick, and a cultivation scripture, I haven't eaten all of these yet, so why should I think about anything else?

There are so many good things in the world, can you get them all?

As a cultivator, if he didn't know the word "stop desire", it would really be a lesson from a blind old man.

Seeing that night had fallen, Meng Xuan stretched and stood up.

Before leaving the city, he had something to do, and it was just in time for tonight.

"Childe, you want to go out?"

When the treasure pot saw it, he got up.

Meng Xuan stopped him and said with a smile: "You don't have to participate in this matter, it's not appropriate!"

As he spoke, he touched Long'er's little head and walked out of the door quickly.

Although the plague in the city has eliminated a lot, it still looks dilapidated, and Meng Xuan slowly walked through the city and went straight out of the city.

After leaving the city, he took out a mask, which he had worn when he went to Qingqiuling.

Until he arrived more than ten miles away from the city, Meng Xuan sat down under a crooked-necked willow tree next to the official road, closed his eyes and rested.

"Driving ......"

After about an hour, there was a faint sound of carriages, but I saw that on the official road, there were six or seven carriages coming, the carriages were heavy, piled up one package after another, around the carriages, there were more than a dozen men in strong suits, riding on horses, their eyes like eagles and falcons patrolling, they were all equipped with swords and guns, obviously they were all people who practiced martial arts.

Seeing that they were getting closer, Meng Xuan released a qi machine and went out.

"Stop ......"

Suddenly, the leaders of those men in strong suits suddenly noticed, waved their big hands, and ordered the carriage to stop moving.

"Yang Zhengfeng of the Zhengfeng Dart Bureau is here, hurry up and ask who is the friend in front of you?"

The leader immediately took a few steps forward, bowed his hand slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"I bought this cart of grain, let's make a price!"

Meng Xuan walked out from under the tree and said lightly.

"Buying grain?"

Yang Zhengfeng was stunned, sneered, and said, "Friend, this grain is not for sale, and we are only responsible for escorting, and we have no right to sell it!"

Meng Xuan nodded and said, "If you don't sell it, then I will rob it!"

"Robbery?"

Yang Zhengfeng was slightly startled, immediately pressed the handle of the knife on his waist, and said in a cold voice: "Friend, you are really not weak, you don't look like a person who lacks this stutter, why do you want to rob our grain truck? If you are short of money, I still have some silver here......

Meng Xuan waved his hand and said: "Let's just say it, I don't lack silver, what I want is this grain, if you sell it, I will give you the silver, you leave the grain, if you don't sell it, I won't give the silver, and you have to keep the grain!"

Yang Zhengfeng's face changed: "Friend, where the duty lies, forgive me!"

Meng Xuan sighed and said, "You have your duty, do you want to see the people of this city starve to death?"

Yang Zhengfeng was slightly stunned, then calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone has a life, and there is not enough food to eat!"

When Meng Xuan heard his answer, he stopped talking and walked forward directly.

As he got closer and closer, the qi on his body was also completely released, enveloping one side.

The dart head Yang Zhengfeng only had the cultivation of the triple true qi, and his face turned white with fright, and he didn't dare to pull out the knife at all when he pressed the knife, but he didn't want to give up, seeing that Meng Xuan didn't seem to be the kind of person who would kill indiscriminately, he boldly said: "Friend...... Senior, you took away the food, and the 100 members of the Wang family can't survive......"

"The side with more people, and the side with fewer people, I save the people who have many people, the people in front of me and the people in the distance, I save the ...... in front of me"

Meng Xuan sighed lightly and said, "Besides, seven carts of grain, I only take six carts, and leave one cart for them, it's enough!"

As he spoke, he threw out another bag of silver to the man, and said: "If I bought it, this silver is to buy food, and if I robbed it, then it will be considered to compensate you for the dart game!"

Yang Zhengfeng looked at the silver in his hand and smiled bitterly.

This bag of silver, about a hundred taels, is left in normal times, and it is naturally enough to buy these truckloads of grain, and there is also wealth.

But in today's Zhaoyang County, no matter how much silver there is, I am afraid that no one will be willing to sell grain.

But it turned out that Meng Xuan was in the process of curing the plague, and now the city is more severe than the plague, but it is a famine.

Zhaoyang County was originally a barren land, and there was not enough food in normal times, not to mention the plague?

Before the plague came, there was a locust plague, and half of the farms in the fields were destroyed, and the other half, because of the abruptness of the plague and the lack of labor, caused most of the grain to not be harvested, and the shortage of grain became particularly urgent. Although the Chu Wangting sent a batch of grain at the beginning of the plague, it was tantamount to a drop in the bucket.

But at this time, those people with a heavier background, in order to avoid the plague, have moved out of the county, before leaving, I don't know how long the plague in Zhaoyang County will last, so I can't wait to bring all the things in the house, the first important thing, of course, is that the family is soft, and the food is only enough, but I didn't expect that the edge of Zhaoyang County has been sealed by the magic circle.

All the people who wanted to move out were trapped in the circle and couldn't get out, so they had no choice but to camp at the edge of the circle, preferring to eat and sleep in the open rather than return to the city where the plague was stricter, but because of this, food became the most precious thing, so they hurriedly asked the dart bureau to invite the dart bureau, and the family to send the family to come back to transport the grain.

And after Meng Xuan realized this, he decided to come to rob Dao'er.

Otherwise, the only grain left in the city would be taken away, and even if the plague was cured, the people of the city would starve to death.

Since he has saved the people of this city, he must solve their famine, otherwise what difference does it make between saving and not being saved?

However, what Yang Zhengfeng said was not bad, he robbed all the grain, and the big family would inevitably starve to death, so Meng Xuan had the words to save the people in front of him, and left a cart of food, which was enough for the family to hold on temporarily.

Doing these things, left and right are wrong, there is almost no way to consummation, and what Meng Xuan can do is only choose.

Those who have many people and those who have few people, those who save many people, those who are in front of them and those who are far away, those who are in front of them.

Yang Zhengfeng was not stupid, he knew that he couldn't stop Meng Xuan, so he had to smile bitterly and watch this night.

Meng Xuan ordered the groom who was driving the cart to return to the city, and he didn't need to enter the city, just stop at the gate of the city.

This night, he intercepted four or five teams of grain carts, and some of them even moved, but these red dust can only be regarded as low-level martial artists, and naturally no one is his opponent, even if he is unwilling, he can only listen to him.

After such a night, Meng Xuan felt that he had done everything he could do for the people of this city, so he sighed lightly, returned to the academy, and got up the next day, ready to leave here and go to the next city.

But as soon as he walked out of the gate of the academy, he was suddenly stunned, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"How can this be?" (At the critical time of the new book, please support the old ghost more! The old ghost must code the words well, work hard to update, and repay everyone!)

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