Yunzhou City, Duhu Mansion, backyard.
The Master handed a written letter to Lu Junji who had just returned: "This is a letter to His Majesty. You must deliver it to His Majesty personally."
Lu Junji responded, and then asked: "Headmaster, are you in a hurry?"
The headmaster didn't answer, but asked him: "Do you want to visit Lu Nuan?"
Lu Junji said: "I feel a little uneasy and want to take a look."
The real person in charge said: "You are already a priest of the Great Rites Sect. You should understand that things have priorities. If you have not forgotten what I have always taught you, you will know that you should not ask me about this matter."
Lu Junji leaned over and said, "Disciple understands."
He put away the autographed letter from the real master, then turned around and walked outside. The treasure named Dragon Pattern Flying Boat was actually still outside the city. This thing was a secret and could not be exposed casually.
When the headmaster saw Lu Junji leave, he returned to the recliner on the side and sat down, swaying, as if he was enjoying the weather in Yunzhou.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to Geling.
Shangyang Palace went out to do business, and even the headmaster came to Yunzhou in person. If there was no big movement, wouldn't it mean that Shangyang Palace only knew how to make noises.
Five days later, winter mooring.
In a small town that was almost in ruins, Lu Nuan lowered his head and inspected the bodies on the ground.
The man was huddled in a corner, with a skinny figure and no clothes covering his body. His ribs looked like a row of dry and cracked old bamboo poles.
People are starving to death.
Lu Nuan retracted his hand and continued to move forward instead of burying the body.
In the past few days, he has been walking alone and wandering around this area without any purpose. He will go wherever there is more hardship and misery.
He did not continue to chase the young man who tempted him to chase because he knew very well that as long as the other person wanted to kill him, there was no need for him to chase others.
After walking five or six steps, he saw another corpse. It was a woman. She was too thin and dirty to tell her age.
He must have been suffering some kind of pain before dying, so the corpses were all twisted.
Lu Nuan checked again and found that this woman also died of starvation. Although she had more than one disease, the cause of death was hunger.
Winter mooring...
This is a miserable situation in the world.
This small town is completely deserted. Every few steps you will encounter some corpses, most of them starved to death.
Lu Nuan heard that the Dongbo court had to concentrate the remaining population and try to place them all in a few big cities.
They relied on the food and grass sent by Dayu to survive this most cruel period.
There will be a great epidemic after the war. Now people in Dongbo are in panic. No one knows whether they can hold on until the next sunny day.
Fortunately, there is Dayu, and fortunately, there is also Shangyang Beizong.
In Dongbo after the war, the local government was basically paralyzed, there was a severe shortage of officials, and there were simply not that many people to maintain local order.
It was the people from Shangyang Beizong who played an absolutely key role. They took the people to gather in the big city, and then organized the people to cultivate the abandoned fields outside the city.
Chen Weiwei is not in Dongbo now, but the prestige of Shangyang North Sect leader has vaguely surpassed that of Yu Yu Chengchang, the current king of Dongbo.
Perhaps even Chen Weiwei himself did not expect that a deformed person like him would create such an orderly sect with a historical mission.
He did not expect that if he were to preside over Shangyang Beizong's affairs, he would not be able to do such a good job.
The reason for this was entirely because Cui Fanye gave him advice.
If you want to truly step onto the stage, you will always be a servant who follows others behind your back.
At a time like this, gaining the support and recognition of the people plays a vital role in improving Chen Weiwei's status.
It's a pity. If Cui Fanye is still with Chen Weiwei, Chen Weiwei will definitely pay more attention to him this time when he goes to Geling.
Lu Nuan saw these tragic images, and also saw the disciples of Shangyang Beizong sparing no effort to save the people.
So soon, as long as he can return to Geling alive, Shangyang Palace will know what Chen Weiwei's Shangyang Beizong has done, and His Majesty will also know.
At this moment, Lu Nuan suddenly heard a very slight moan.
He stepped over and saw a boy of about six or seven years old among the rubble, curled up and shivering.
The boy's clothes were already in tatters, and he was covered with some dry grass. This was probably one of the few things he could find for himself to keep out the cold.
Lu Nuan walked over. When the boy heard the sound, he opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Lu Nuan.
He no longer had the strength to speak. He was exhausted just by raising his eyelids. He saw obvious fear in the stranger's eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to move.
Lu Nuan was silent for a moment, then took out a medicine bottle from the deerskin pouch hanging at his waist.
He poured out two pills and fed them to the child, then placed his palm on the child's chest, using gentle inner strength to help the medicine take effect.
After about half a moment, the child's expression recovered somewhat, but his body was shaking even more.
After the war, corpses littered the land, and there were successive years of natural disasters and plagues.
This child is seriously ill. If Lu Nuan doesn't save him, he will not survive today.
"Taoist priest... you should leave quickly, someone is trying to harm you."
The boy opened his hand, and there was an empty wax pill in his palm. It seemed that the content inside had evaporated.
"I know."
Lu Nuan answered softly, rarely seeing his gentle side, and reached out to touch the boy's forehead.
"They can't hurt me."
Lu Nuan took off his cloak and covered the boy.
"Someone tried to lure you to me, but they probably failed."
A white-haired man walked out of an incomplete alley. He was wearing a set of blue brocade clothes, which formed a particularly sharp contrast with his white hair.
Coincidentally, Lu Nuan also had white hair, but she was wearing a crescent-white cotton gown.
One looks like the white sand of the desert under the moonlight in Western Xinjiang, and the other looks like a charming white peony.
The white-haired man said: "They are very smart. They didn't lead you in front of me and use my hands to kill you. Then they changed their approach. They led me to you and used my hands to kill you."
Lu Nuan said: "That may be because you are stupid."
The white-haired man was not angry.
He said: "I followed their wishes, not because I was stupid but because they knew that I have always wanted to find the most suitable person to test my strength, so in the final analysis, they followed my wishes. "
He pointed at Lu Nuan's hair: "Did your hair turn gray because you got older?"
How could Lu Nuan pay attention to his boring questions?
The white-haired man walked forward slowly.
"The medicine in that little guy's hand is colorless and odorless. It is the most proud of the poisons I have developed in my life."
He said: "Because even I myself could be poisoned without knowing it, which is amazing to think about."
Lu Nuan came to his senses and asked, "Wanxiang Gate?"
The white-haired man shook his head: "No, how can the Wanxiang Sect be worthy of my status?"
Lu Nuan looked at the white-haired man with his hands behind his back and said, "Many years ago, there was a traitor in the Wanxiang Sect. He attacked the sect owner and escaped, and has disappeared since then. Is it you?"
The white-haired man said: "If I kill him, I will be the master of the sect. If I fail to kill him, then I will be a traitor, so what you said is not bad."
Lu Nuan said three words softly.
"Flowers pity flowers."
The white-haired man didn't seem to like his name. After all, it seemed too enchanting.
He, Hua Lianhua, was the younger brother of Master Qian of the Wanxiang Sect. He wanted to create a martial arts that would be arrogant in the world and make the Wanxiang Sect become the number one sect in the world.
Unfortunately, his mind was not right, and his own cultivation and talent could not support his ambition, so he immediately came up with the evil technique of using poison to refine the body.
Naturally, Lord Qian would not allow him to continue practicing this kind of thing, and designated it as a forbidden technique.
But Mr. Qian didn't expect that Hua Lianhua's scheming had reached such an evil level that she would not hesitate to use Yan Beisheng to test the three-layer cicada's magic power.
Hua Lianhua looked at Lu Nuan at this time, as if looking at a beautiful gift that could only be seen in a lifetime.
"I know that I am no match for the Master. Even though I am arrogant, I dare not provoke that old man."
He smiled and said: "You are the master's real disciple, and you are also considered the top thug in Shangyang Palace...so you are the most suitable."
Lu Nuan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Come."
Hua Lianhua said: "You may not understand me. Even if I know that I am slightly stronger than you, I will not take action myself."
He backed away as he spoke.
At this moment, the little boy next to Lu Nuan screamed, and a large amount of black blood spurted out of his mouth.
Lu Nuan immediately dodged away. Wherever the black blood spurted by the child touched, a faint stream of green smoke rose up.
Lu Nuan watched the child die in pain, and the rare tenderness in his eyes never appeared again.
Of course he could see that the child couldn't be saved, but he didn't want the child to feel all the evil in the world before he died.
This child is the epitome of Dongbo. He has no right to choose how to live or how to die.
The originally powerful Dongbo was once famous in the world along with Lou Fan, but later it was disintegrated and divided little by little, turning from strong to weak, and it didn't even take twenty years.
When a country becomes weak, no one cares about the lives of its people.
For example, Dayu, if the Loufan people cannot directly destroy Dayu from beginning to end, then of course the Loufan people would prefer to see a divided Dayu fighting among themselves.
After being split into dozens of small countries, what else is there to fear in the Central Plains?
"You're really stupid."
Hua Lianhua stepped back and said: "They say you are the most heartless lover in Shangyang Palace, but for the sake of a child who has nothing to do with you, you actually got close to him even though you knew he would be poisoned..."
He asked: "Don't you know that sympathy is the cheapest and most useless thing when you reach your status? Can your worthless cloak block him from the wind? So what if it blocks it? His The cold comes from the inside out.”
Lu Nuan ignored him and looked at the child.
After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, the boy used his last strength to pull up Lu Nuan's cloak until it covered his own chin.
The last look he left in the world was...Thank you, so warm.
Lu Nuan nodded slightly to him, then took a deep breath.
When I left the martial arts world, what I cultivated was not the ruthless sword, but the suffering of the world.
He turned around and looked at Hua Lianhua, the sword intention already between his eyebrows.
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[It has been almost ten days, I can’t remember the details, but I am still very tired every day, very, very tired. 】
