I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Midsummer of the third year of Voling, May 25.

The scorching sun poured all its heat into the world without reservation.

Rivers stop flowing, plants and trees decay, and ancient roads are illuminated so that the human eye dares not look directly.

The heavens and the earth were steaming, and the world was like a corpse that was rotting and stinking, dry and collapsed.

Tongqiu Town Entrance.

Under the shade of the ancient willow tree, a Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe said in a high-pitched voice: “The sky is dead, and the yellow sky is standing.” Years in the jiazi, the world is prosperous. ”

All the columns, and come and receive the Guanyin soil for free.”

“Eat my Guanyin soil and enter my Yellow Heavenly Gate.” Cultivate the fruit of immortality, and the world is a getaway. ”

Under the shade of the wall, there were dozens of refugees lying on all sides.

An old monk dressed in a shabby cassock crouched down, gently held the pale and stiff palm of an ancient old man, and chanted words in his mouth.

A quarter of an hour later, the old monk got up and whispered, “The old man’s soul has been overtaken by Lao Gu, please take care of it.” A

dozen refugees struggled to get up and carried the old man’s body down an alley not far away.

“One corpse, ten lives. The

old monk clasped his hands together, “Amitabha, good, good.” ”

In the southeast corner of the town entrance stands a stone statue of the dragon king, with a dragon head and a human emperor.

In front of the statue of the Dragon King, there is a three-legged bronze big ding, and the column of incense smoke in the ding is billowing straight into the sky.

In front of the three-legged grand peak, hundreds of people bowed their heads religiously.

The grand vision turns into a strong wind, blowing the wheat waves up and down, reality fluctuating before the eyes, hope shouting in the distance.

The doors and windows on the first floor of the Yuelai Inn were closed, but on the second floor, there was the laughter of the old men and sons of the Shi clan.

A large group of ragged, unkempt beggars raised a large white bowl with a missing mouth and cracks under the high window.

Xu was disturbed by the buzzing sound of the beggar’s fly, Xu was moved by a trace of compassion, and Xu was a little playful.

A handsome boy in a brocade dress appeared at the window.

Raise the teapot in your hand and dump it downstairs.

A stream of warm tea fell.

The long-thirsty beggar is like a nest of chicks, hurriedly opening its mouth.

In the wind, there was a faint smell of commotion.

The little fart boy riding on the back of the old scalper pointed a finger at the handsome boy.

“Sister, that’s not tea, that’s urine.

Cang Xue gently pounded the little fart child’s shaking leg, “Silence!” After

a while, in the distance of Qingshi Long Street, Qu Yiqing hung two mandarin duck swords on his waist, and his waist under his clothes bulged, walking towards Cangxue and Cangyu at the entrance of the town.

The Mandarin Duck Sword was used by Yu Ji to dance the sword for the Overlord, but now it is used by women to deter Xiaoxiao.

A short road, the woman’s heart jumped.

Along the way, the refugees’ eyes did not look like people at all, they were simply more terrifying than jackals, tigers and leopards.

Watch as the righteous mother pulled out the grain bag wrapped around her waist and quickly stuffed it into the clay pot on the wooden cart.

Cang Xue couldn’t help but ask: “Mother, what is the price of corn?” Qu

Yiqing sighed lightly and said, “Ten pounds of meat in Taiping, one pound of corn in troubled times.” The

girl’s eyes widened.

A pound of pork in Taiping, about six or seven copper plates when cheap, seventeen or eight when expensive.

……

The oxcart crunched and drove slowly away from town.

The little fart child asked: “Mother, where are we going?” Cang Xue also asked: “Mother, are we going south or north?”

On the ancient road, Qu

Yiqing looked south, and then north.

The east, west, south and north looked at each for a while.

The woman with her back to her two children looked overwhelmed.

Go south to the Wei capital, or go north to other countries.

This is a problem.

After a long pause, the woman felt a copper plate from her sleeve.

Muttered: “The word is up, south.” The pattern is on top, to the north. ”

Gently tossed and quickly dropped.

The woman fixed her eyes on it, and the pattern was on it.

“And… All the way north ~”

……

Midsummer of the third year of Voling, May 29.

When the maid passed by Weiqiao Village, she met an old man who was over the age of antiquity, called Xue Huai.

The old man’s sons and daughters, several grandchildren, and a dozen great-grandchildren all fled.

Qu Yiqing asked the old man why he didn’t flee with his children and grandchildren.

The old man smoked a dry cigarette and laughed without speaking.

The old man was kind enough to fill the last two buckets of water in the cellar at home with several clay pots.

The water of the water cellar is difficult to swallow, and the mouth full of loess taste in the mouth is drunk, but the maid does not dare to waste the slightest.

After resting for three days in Weiqiao Village, the maid continued on her way.

On the slow ox cart, Cang Xue suddenly turned around.

But I saw the old man on crutches and struggling to lie down on the ground.

Steaming steam, visible to the naked eye.

The old man stands in his dry land.

Next to him is a shallow burial pit.

The hot wind blows up the gray hair.

The old man slowly knelt down.

Then slowly leaned over and kissed the loess.

Finally, the old man climbed into the burial pit with his hands and feet.

At that moment, the land devoured the old man.

Like a mother holding a child in her arms.

……

The summer season of the third year of Voling is the hottest and hardest month of the year.

On June 17, the blazing sun seemed to be close to the world.

On the ancient road, the victims are like dragons.

The dragon’s head is far away, and the dragon’s tail stretches endlessly.

At noon, the sun is too fierce, and it is difficult for people and dragons to inch, so they all hide in the shade of trees to escape the heat.

The little fart child lies on the wooden cart on all fours, pulling his little tongue.

From time to time, the snow adds firewood to the campfire.

Qu Yiqing tore the soft bark he found into strips and put it in boiling water.

The summer of the third year of Voling, June 25.

The vast number of victims crossed like locusts, almost stripping the bark of trees on both sides of the ancient road.

A muffled bang.

The old scalper could no longer support it, and with the wooden cart, he flipped heavily on the ground, and the dust was flying.

Only for a moment, the crowd was in a commotion.

Countless refugees surrounded the old scalper and the maid.

The eyes that were empty and numb a few seconds ago were instantly wildly bloodshot to scarlet.

Qu Yiqing held the hilt of the Mandarin Duck Sword.

Loosened again.

“This is my cow!”

the woman said sharply: “I only need one hind leg~” The

old scalper has worked for the Cang family for more than ten years, and the only thing a woman can do is to send it on the road with her own hands.

To be cut alive by a thousand cuts by the victims is tantamount to torture.

The Mandarin Duck Sword saw blood for the first time.

The woman pierced the tip of Senran’s sword deep into the neck of the old scalper.

The little fart child held Cang Xue, buried his little face in the girl’s chest, and cried.

At the last glance, Cang Xue saw that Yimu’s shoulders trembled slightly.

The old scalper who had been looking at his righteous mother, two lines of tears suddenly flowed from the cow’s eyes.

Immediately.

The jackals of Wuyang drowned the old cow and the righteous mother.

……

The third year of Voling, July 11.

Qu Yiqing pulled the wooden cart, and Cang Xue and Cang Yu pushed hard.

In the blink of an eye, it was already three days in the sky.

Mountains and forests, under the shade of trees.

Tired and tired, Qu Yiqing fell asleep with his head turned upside down.

“Sister, I’m hungry. The

little fart boy lifted his hemp shirt, his stomach collapsed deeply, and his ribs were clearly visible.

Cang Xue took out a clay pot from the theater box, which contained Guanyin clay.

“Eat less, remember, don’t drink water.

“The soil turns into mud when it meets the water, sticks to the intestines and can’t pull it out, it will break the belly.”

Cang Xue handed out the clay pot.

“Got it, sister. ”

The little fart grabbed a handful.

Shove the gray-white soil straight into your small mouth.

Three years of Fuling, July 16.

Cang Xue is sick.

Sick as a dog.