" There's a big road that leads to my house. I live there. Mount Shu. The soil on the mountain is fertile. Five acres of land. Five acres of fertile farmland. What should I plant…"
In the afternoon, when the cabinet of Chang 'an was still discussing the allocation of martial artists, on a second-class highway from the Sword Garret to Chang' an, a Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and a wooden hairpin was getting on an ox cart and weaving straw hats with two little Taoist boys.
"Old Master, why can't we use the Golden Light Spell and spiritual power to weave straw hats?”Looking at the half-finished straw hat in his hand, Qing Feng immediately frowned. He looked at Chu Changqing, who was busy knitting the straw hat, with an aggrieved expression.
"Master, I'm so thirsty ~" Ming Yue sighed and acted coquettishly at Chu Changqing when she heard Qing Feng's words.
"Are you thirsty?" Chu Changqing smiled when he heard what the two little Daoist boys said. Then he put the straw hat he had woven aside.
When Chu Changqing put down his straw hat, everyone realized that Chu Changqing had already knitted seven straw hats.
" There's no place to drink water on the way. In that case, Qingmiao..."
"Okay, Master ~" Hearing Chu Changqing call him, the white-robed Taoist priest who was sitting in front of the cart and chewing on a grass root reached out and made a sword gesture.""Xun Wood Coiling Dragon."
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, a wooden bowl the size of an adult's palm immediately gathered on the ox cart made of wood. After the wooden bowl was taken out, the Taoist priest continued,"Kan rootless water!"
As soon as the sound was heard, clear water immediately gushed out of the wooden bowl. In less than three to four seconds, there was enough water in the big bowl to quench the thirst of two little Daoist children.
"Ah, water! As expected, Senior Brother Qingmiao's Wind Empress Mystic Gate was the most effective!”Seeing the water coming out of the wooden bowl, Ming Yue immediately hugged the wooden bowl and wanted to drink water to quench his thirst.
However, when he picked up the wooden bowl, he looked at himself, then at Qing Feng, Qing Miao, and Chu Changqing. After a moment of shock, he handed the water bowl to Chu Changqing and said respectfully,""Please have some water, Old Master ~"
Ming Yue was acting like a little adult, which made Qing Miao and Chu Changqing laugh. Qing Feng was knitting a straw hat for himself because he wanted to make a straw hat for himself to hide.
"Hehe, I'm not thirsty, you guys drink.”Looking at Mingyue, Chu Changqing smiled. Then he lowered his head and picked up the straw hat that Mingyue had not finished knitting.
While he was weaving the straw hat, Chu Changqing also put the straw hat beside him on Qingmiao and Mingyue's heads. As for Qingfeng…
Looking at how serious he was, he probably had to wear his own straw hat.
On the road, although the four of them were sitting on an ox cart, the green bull was not an ordinary thing. It was not difficult for it to travel thousands of miles in a day.
It was more than 600 kilometers from the Sword Pavilion to Chang 'an. If nothing unexpected happened, they should arrive in Chang' an early tomorrow morning.
Speaking of which, these evil spirits were quite strange. They were clearly very powerful, but they were afraid of the sun. This also led to the fact that although the world had undergone a mutation last night, there were no scenes of villages moving to cities on the Level 2 road.
Among the passing cars, some old people looked at the village they had lived in for decades reluctantly.
Although the people in the village had all moved to the city, these old neighbors might not be able to meet each other in the future after this battle.
From five o'clock in the morning to four o'clock now, Li Fuyao and the others had been walking for eleven hours. Excluding the time for eating, they had already used about ten hours.
According to the speed of the green bull, they should be arriving at Nanzheng County soon…
Nanzheng was one of the four major cities in Guanzhong. The people who came and went just now should have gone to Nanzheng to take refuge.
In such a chaotic world, not everyone was as lucky as Jiange City. When the evil spirits erupted in Southern Zheng yesterday, ten cow-level evil spirits appeared.
Under the rampage of the ten cow-level evil spirits, Southern Zheng had sacrificed hundreds of thousands of people in just an hour. If the martial artists of Chang 'an had not arrived in time, the casualties might have been doubled.
In this chaotic situation, even though something like this had happened in Southern Zheng last night, these people still continued to head to Southern Zheng in an endless stream.
After all, after last night's incident, Southern Zheng would probably have a portion of its martial artists stay behind. Living in a city guarded by martial artists was much better than those county towns and villages.
It was already four o'clock. Although it was summer now, it would be almost dark in about four hours.
The darkness of the night not only meant that it was time to sleep, but it also meant that the evil spirits were making a comeback.
He didn't know what kind of arrangements the Great Xia cabinet would make in the face of tonight's return of evil spirits, as well as himself…
Thinking that he hadn't received a call from the Xia government after leaving for a day, Chu Changqing couldn't help but feel emotional. The cabinet probably hadn't thought of how to communicate with the " Taoist Faction " that he had looked down on before…
Looking at the green mountains and clear waters on both sides of the ox-cart road and the people who had to leave their homes at such an old age, Chu Changqing couldn't help but think of a famous poem from his previous life.
"Prosper the suffering of the people, perish…The people are suffering…"
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