"Exactly."
Su Che looked at Xue Baizhi, who had almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and wondered what the disciple from Yuyang Mountain was doing here.
Are you really looking for Zuo Lengchan all over the world?
"I am Xue Baizhi, a disciple of the Yuyang Mountain Sect. I have met fellow Taoist Su, Huang Tiandao."
Fellow Taoist, I don’t hear this title very often.
Su Che looked at Xue Baizhi and said warmly: "It turns out that under the Yuyang Mountain Gate, Xiong Shou Xiong Xingyou of your sect is in Cizhou City at the moment. I wonder if the fairy has ever..."
"I am from Uncle Xiong."
Xue Baizhi nodded slightly, and Su Che immediately pretended to be enlightened.
Although the inner body of this person has been planted with a moon and a dragon's photocopy, and we are actually very familiar with each other, but this moment is also the first time that the two of them have met openly.
Some gestures should still be done.
"I'm telling you, I wonder what the fairy has to say?"
Su Che's gentle and courteous attitude made Xue Baizhi have a good impression of this handsome young official.
This is sometimes the case. If someone seems to be a saint in the beginning, but after meeting, some problems are discovered, it will greatly lower the overall rating.
And if some people are rumored to be extremely evil, if they find even a little bit of good points after meeting them, their whole person seems to be directly sublimated a lot.
Such is the way of the world.
Su Che had a bad reputation before, and Xue Baizhi probably felt some of it from Xiong Shou.
Today, Zhengzheng was impressed by Su Che and couldn't help but change his mind. He felt that this little Su Lixing was probably a little more unrestrained when he was young, so he was not understood by others. Isn't this the case for ordinary people?
Xue Baizhi looked at the porridge factory in front of her. At this moment, people were lining up to serve porridge. Many of them were in ragged clothes, but quite a few of them could tell at a glance that they were locals.
She asked Suche a question that she had been thinking about for a long time.
"Fellow Daoist Su opened a porridge factory to help the displaced people, but in my opinion, many people here don't look like they are displaced, but more like locals from Cizhou City. Why does Daoist Su help them too?"
"It's just an extra bowl of water."
Su Che had already seen Xue Baizhi's temper, so he naturally picked up what the heroine liked to hear.
I couldn't tell the truth. I was holding back my strength and preparing to rebel, so I used this free food to win people's hearts.
The truth doesn't sit well with you.
"I'm afraid you don't even have food and a bowl of water, right?"
"Of course it's more than just a bowl of water, but you can't settle accounts with small things. If I forbid them to serve porridge, they wouldn't dare to offend me, but they would naturally be dissatisfied. This bowl of hot porridge that the victims can't eat can't be eaten. It just became something that was picked out of their mouths, and people’s hearts have always been like this.”
"Two days is nothing. If you leave the porridge for a long time, something will inevitably happen. I don't lack these bags of rice. If they are willing to drink porridge, I will add it. This way they think they can eat the porridge for free. It’s all because there are refugees here. If we are a little more polite to the refugees on weekdays, or even attract more refugees, that can be considered a good deed.”
Suche seemed quite generous: "This is all my little calculation. Don't be offended, Fellow Daoist Xue."
"Fellow Taoist Su is here to help the refugees, which is a good deed. He can understand people's hearts and prevent problems before they happen. Xue can only admire him, but why do you want to help these refugees? I heard that Taoist Taoist was a general, so he should know that even if these refugees are coerced into an army, Is it just a mob, or do fellow Taoists have other ideas here?"
"Fellow Daoist Xue, I have nothing else on my mind."
Suche shook his head helplessly.
"If it is to preserve the vitality of the imperial court, these people are not actually in the household register. They are all tenant farmers of the local wealthy families and powerful families, and they cannot be counted as tax collectors. If you are afraid that they will become thieves, Taoist friend just said They are just a mob, and even the private soldiers of the Langya Wang family in the city are enough to kill them without me taking action."
"So Fellow Daoist Su simply wants to do a good deed?"
"If we practitioners don't want to use incense to achieve gods, we will never ask for anything from the world."
Xue Baizhi looked into Su Che's eyes. This sentence was correct. Practitioners and people in the mortal world are almost in two different worlds. They may sometimes overlap with each other, but generally speaking, people in the world ask for things from people on the mountain, while people on the mountain have nothing to ask for from people in the world.
"But asking for nothing does not mean doing nothing." Su Che seemed to be saying a very common thing: "With a little effort, you can save thousands of people from suffering. I can't think of any reason not to do it."
After hearing this, Xue Baizhi pondered for a while, looked at Su Che and said calmly: "Huang Tiandao Yu Li Zhenren can be said to have a discerning eye."
Suche smiled slightly when he heard this.
"Fellow Daoist Xue came to me here just to praise my mentor, right?"
"Oh, I just have something important to discuss with fellow Taoist Su, but this doesn't seem to be the place to talk..."
"Then why not come and sit in my house for a while? It's not too far from here."
It seemed that it was the effect of Yue Bohui's photocopying, or maybe Su Che really had an appetite for Xue Baizhi. The two quickly became acquainted with each other and walked towards the newly built mansion by Su Che.
The smoke in Cizhou City is curling up, but there is a distinct smell of blood in Xuanshan Mountain.
Broken limbs, broken bones, and bright red blood dyed the earth red, but the shadow of the sword and the light of the sword created an indelible color.
A tough man held a knife in his left hand. Several cuts had been made on the blade. He stood in front of a mountain ridge and pulled the blade out of the corpse at his feet.
Behind him, countless corpses fell, large and small, lying on both sides of the mountain road, with one big piece and one small piece cut.
"Liu, please don't think that we, Guyun Forty-Six, are bullying us because you dare to set foot on our village gate."
One man had a bruise on his head and a cut on his chest. The internal organs under Bai Sensen's ribs were damaged, and blood was flowing out from the wound.
"Liu Yidao, go down the mountain now. We still have something to discuss. Don't think you can get away with it by killing ten of our brothers. Our eldest brother is a seventh-level martial artist. He has a pair of purple-gold meteor hammers... …”
The other person looked even worse. His left and right arms had been cut off by the sword, and he was gritting his teeth and speaking.
The blade flicked, and a sharp blade shot out from his left hand. The clone took a step forward, and slowly ran his fingers over the blade.
The feeling of this person manipulating two bodies at the same time was really amazing. Suche couldn't help but immerse himself in it and experience this unprecedented experience.
The change of perspective is truly indescribable to all past experiences.
"Noisy."
Suche, or rather Liu Yidao, said indifferently. He threw the sword casually on the ground and stepped over the two broken bodies.
