Calamity, Saving All Living Beings!
The Turkic army quickly retreated, and the villagers trapped in the dilapidated Daoist temple returned to their villages.
But the fire that the Turkic army had set in the village had already burned for three days and three nights!
Looking around the village, there was only ruins!
All the food that the villagers had stored was destroyed, and the winter clothing that they had left behind was burned to ashes!
Seeing their former home in such a state, countless villagers directly lay on the ground and began to cry!
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Riding on a green bull and holding a flute in his hand, Li Canglang sauntered halfway up Crouching Dragon Mountain.
On account of the great help the green bull had provided, Li Canglang had been personally herding the bull as a shepherd boy for the past few days, allowing the green bull to enjoy the delicious grass on Crouching Dragon Mountain!
Although it was already September and it was almost late autumn, the weeds on Crouching Dragon Mountain were surprisingly green!
In recent days, Li Canglang realized that although he could not communicate directly with the green bull, when he played the flute, the green bull seemed to be able to understand his mooing.
After testing it out for a few days, Li Canglang was already able to perfectly control the green bull with the shepherd flute!
"Old man, are you alright?"
"Sigh! His legs were probably crippled. What should he do?”
An old man's voice could be heard on the mountain path ahead. Li Canglang played the flute and had the green bull quickly move forward!
When they got closer, they realized that it was an old couple, an old man and an old woman. There was a cart beside them. The old couple was sitting on the ground. Both of them seemed to have trouble walking!
This was the Zhenguan period, not the 21st century. Naturally, there was no such thing as extortion.
Hence, Li Canglang said,"
"Elders, what's wrong?”
The old man looked up and saw that it was a shepherd boy. He sighed and replied,
"Sigh, the Turks swept through the place and there was nothing to eat at home. I brought my wife up the mountain to ask for some wild fruits as food, but who would have thought that the mountain road would be rugged and difficult to walk on? There was also withered grass that tripped me, so I accidentally fell and broke my left leg!”
Li Canglang's eyes flashed with indignation when he heard that the commoners wanted to use wild fruits to satisfy their hunger!
"Ha! Li Shi Min, is this how you treat your people?”
Turning around, Li Canglang asked,"
"The mountain road is difficult to walk. Why don't you let your son come up the mountain to pick wild fruits?”
The old man sighed heavily again.
"Sigh, the family originally had three sons, but they were all conscripted for military service. In the war with the Turks, they all died!”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the old woman beside him hugged her head and cried.
Li Canglang exhaled slowly. This damned war was indeed a great disaster!
"Old man, I have two ropes here. Tie the green bull to your cart. I'll take you home.”
Li Canglang jumped down from the green bull and began to tie it up with two thick ropes in his hands!
"Aiya! Thank you so much! Little Lord, I see that you're still young. Why are you herding cows here alone? There are threats on the mountain and bandits everywhere. Your master is really at ease!”
Seeing that Li Canglang wanted to help him and that he was very young, the old man began to communicate with Li Canglang kindly!
"My parents are long dead! Just a homeless prodigal son!"
Li Canglang tied the thick rope and said expressionlessly!
When Li Shimin abandoned him and entered the Crown Prince's Residence, Li Canglang had no intention of acknowledging his father. In his heart, his parents had died long ago!
"Sigh, poor child. War is really harmful.”
The old man and the old woman shook their heads as they sat on the handcart. They must have thought that Li Canglang's parents had been slaughtered by the brutal Turkic soldiers during the war!
The old man's surname was Wang, and the village he was in was Little Wang Village at the foot of Crouching Dragon Mountain!
Through Elder Wang's explanation, Li Canglang gradually understood that the grain that had been harvested in August had all been looted by the Turkic army.
Now, the villages at the foot of the mountain had no food for the winter!
The weaker villagers could only pick wild fruits to store, while the stronger villagers chose to go deep into the mountains to hunt!
However, Crouching Dragon Mountain had always been dangerous. Even the most experienced hunters rarely went in to hunt. These villagers were really desperate, so they risked their lives to enter Crouching Dragon Mountain!
"How pitiful. There are already a few young adults in our village who have been eaten by the big insects on the mountain. Although a few of them escaped, they are also missing arms and legs.”
The old man complained to Li Canglang as he retreated.
Looking at the golden blood vessels that had appeared on his arm, Li Canglang understood what he had to do for the commoners!
By the time the Emperor of Chang 'an opened the granary, the villagers would have starved to death!
Yes, it was! Now, all the blood vessels in Li Canglang's body had turned golden!
Since it was golden, Li Canglang knew that the blood in his body was no longer ordinary. It might be the lightning tribulation bloodline!
As for what the Thunder Tribulation Bloodline would bring Li Canglang, he had no idea!
In any case, his strength was extremely great now, and his critical hits were also very terrifying. Ordinary multicolored insects could not withstand one punch from him!
The green bull pulled the cart and slowly appeared at the entrance of Little Wang Village.
A large group of people had gathered at the village entrance. When they saw the green bull and the Shepherd Boy, their eyes lit up!
"Eh? The Daoist child has left the mountain?"
"The little Daoist boy from the broken Taoist temple on the mountain?”
"Why don't we beg the Daoist child and see what we can do?
"Haha! How old is he? He's only six or seven years old. My six or seven-year-old child is still playing with mud at the village entrance. What's the use of begging him!”
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