Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Qingzhou, Yuyao Mansion, Xiaguang City.

The sun is getting darker and the city is getting busier.

On both sides of the street, shops opened one after another and goods were placed.

The market in the city is the most lively, with vendors carrying burdens, the vegetables in front of the vegetable stalls still covered with morning dew, the butchers at the butcher stalls cutting meat, pedestrians walking in a hurry, or carrying baskets to buy vegetables, and all kinds of cries. One after another.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats broke the peaceful scene. A messenger rushed towards Xiaguang City on a fast horse. He held an urgent document in his hand and the horse was galloping over.

The soldiers at the city gate quickly drove the people entering the city to make way, watching the messengers galloping away.

"What kind of urgent order is this? Is it another conscription? Is the war in southern Xinjiang so urgent?"

"Those barbarians are very cruel. In the last round of forced conscription, in less than half a year, I heard that more than 90% of the soldiers were killed or injured, and not even one out of ten survived."

"It's so miserable. Maybe there's not enough manpower, so they recruited us too."

"There are so many immortals in the imperial court who fly to the sky and escape from the earth. Those immortal sects and big clans are all so powerful. One person is worth tens of thousands of us ordinary people. How can we recruit ordinary people to fight?"

"It's not like you don't know that the imperial court can't command those immortal sects and big clans."

"Now in this damn world, there are disasters everywhere. There is a severe drought in Jingzhou, and the hungry people eat each other. There are continuous heavy rains in Qingzhou, and floods are everywhere. Our Qingzhou is not peaceful either, and the demon sect is rampant."

A group of soldiers gathered together and started gossiping among themselves. As soldiers stationed at the city gate, they came and went every day and were very well-informed.

At this time, the messenger ran to the city gate and shouted: "Quickly inform the county government that a large number of refugees are coming from Jingzhou. The state pastor has ordered that all cities be closed and on guard. Don't let the hungry people cause trouble."

The soldiers who were chatting were stunned and suddenly panicked.

Two days later!

Just two days after the messenger left, a large number of refugees had already appeared on the horizon.

Each of these refugees was in ragged clothes, with sallow complexions and skinny muscles. Their eyes were full of numbness and despair. They walked without energy, just like walking corpses.

Among the refugees, there is a mother holding her baby tightly in her arms, with disheveled hair, mumbling to herself. If you look carefully, you will find that the baby is already dead and has maggots crawling around it.

There were refugees lying on the ground due to hunger and dying, and there were many other refugees gathered around them, their eyes glowing green, staring at each other, like wolves choosing people to devour, waiting for the moment they died.

The gate of Xiaguang City has been closed tightly. A large group of soldiers stood on the city wall pointing and laughing from time to time. They had no intention of letting anyone into the city.

"Masters, please be kind and let us enter the city and give us something to eat."

"I don't have to go to the city, but my grandson is only eight years old. Masters, buy him. He is very obedient and can work very well."

"I am willing to sell myself as a slave to the masters, just asking for food from the masters."

When the refugees saw Xiaguang City, many of them had hope in their eyes and ran to the city gate to kneel down and beg.

Qingzhou was a poor grain-producing land for the Dali Dynasty. They fled all the way and came here just to get a bite of food and support.

But the soldiers were unmoved at all and just said in a cold voice: "There is no food left in the city. You can go back and forth wherever you want."

The refugees finally saw the hope of survival and were willing to leave. The two sides remained in a stalemate here, and the soldiers pushed back the refugees who wanted to come forward.

"These people refused to let us live, so we rushed in together to find bamboo to make a city ladder."

Some refugees who were tortured by hunger looked ferocious and called their friends, trying to find a way to force their way in.

"court death."

Among the soldiers stationed on the city wall, the leader, a city gate captain, unsheathed his sword and jumped straight from the city wall. The light of the sword flashed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses fell to the ground. The remaining refugees who were about to move suddenly fell silent.

This city gate captain is not weak in aura. He is a so-called master in the martial arts world, which means he is at the fourth level of the Yunling Realm.

In the martial arts world, according to their strength, they are divided into third-rate masters, second-rate masters and first-rate masters, as well as masters and grand masters who are above the first-rate masters, representing the first to fifth levels of Yunling Realm respectively.

Generally speaking, the great masters at the fifth level of the Yunling Realm are famous in the secular world, dominate one area, and are called sword masters, gun gods, etc.

These names are just a joke in the spiritual world. If you care about them, you will lower your own standards.

Because martial arts practitioners have a single method, they cannot compare with the practitioners in terms of combat power, but they can still defeat unarmed refugees.

This is also the reason why Xiaguang City is not afraid of refugees making trouble and rushing into the city. As long as a few leading threats are killed, other refugees will not dare to follow suit.

Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos, a luxury carriage drove slowly from the road outside the city.

The wheels and axles made a dull sound as they rolled, the body of the carriage was inlaid with exquisite copper ornaments, and the carriage's curtains were made of the finest silk, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere and overflowing with brilliance.

Around the carriage, more than a dozen guards in black attire rode on tall horses, scanning the surroundings with vigilance, their eyes as sharp as hawks.

At this time, both the refugees and the soldiers on the city wall looked over.

Anyone who can ride in such a carriage must be a big shot who is either rich or noble.

"Sir, miss, we have arrived at Xiaguang City. There is a situation ahead. There are hungry people blocking the road. Do you think we have to enter the city?"

A guard leader rode up to the carriage and spoke in a low voice.

With his first-rate master's cultivation, he is naturally not afraid of some refugees.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the interior of the carriage was equally luxuriously decorated, with fine cushions and tapestry, exuding a faint scent of incense.

An aristocratic young man in a silk robe and a woman in red with a veil covering her face sat among them.

This young man is naturally Su Jie, and next to him is Han Ruyan.

After Su Jie left the Ghost Ridge Palace, he disguised himself by flexing his facial muscles. It was very easy for him in the Secret Realm to do this, and most people couldn't see through his changed appearance.

After leaving the sphere of influence of Ghost Ridge Palace, Su Jie hired a bodyguard to escort him as a wealthy young man, started to have a grand tour, and walked towards the headquarters of Tianhunmen.

It was already the seventh day since Su Jie left Ghost Ridge Palace. At this time, there were still a few days away from the Tianhun Sect forces.

"So many refugees."

Su Jie, who was interrupted from practicing, stretched himself, looked out the car window, waved his hand and said: "Don't spend the night in the wilderness today, go to the city and find an inn to rest."

"yes."

Zhang Jun, the leader of the guard, nodded and ran over with a few good men to talk to the soldiers on the city wall.

"Opening the city gate will endanger lives."

Before Zhang Jun could pass by, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the city over there.

A middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing, dressed in rich clothes, walked to the city gate, accompanied by many servants guarding the courtyard, and hundreds of flatbed trucks with large porridge buckets on them, exuding the fragrance of rice porridge.

"Master Xu."

When the soldiers saw this middle-aged man, they immediately looked respectful.

This is Xu Liangpan, the head of the Xu family in Xiaguang City, a wealthy family, which can also be called a spiritual family. The family operates various secular businesses and spiritual industries, and the business is huge.

"Open the door, I want to put the porridge in."

Xu Liangpan shouted loudly, those soldiers did not dare to neglect, in Xiaguang City, what the Xu family said was more effective than the county magistrate.

After all, the county magistrate changes every few years, but the Xu family has continued here for hundreds of years. It is a famous family nearby, and there are also disciples of the family who are practicing, and no one dares to mess with them.

When the city gate opened, Xu Liangpan took his servants to guard the courtyard, carried the porridge bucket and began to serve porridge to the refugees.

Suddenly the crowd became excited, and refugees swarmed in one after another, surrounding Xu Liangpan and the others.

"Thank you so much, sir, for your kindness and charity."

"My benefactor! When I return to my hometown, I will build a shrine for you and worship you every day."

"Master Qingtian! The porridge is so fragrant and thick, now we can live."

The refugees were so excited that they even wanted to rob, but the Xu family's servants stood up and blocked the crowded crowd with one hand. Almost all of them were second-rate or first-rate masters in the martial arts world, and there were a few with extraordinary bearing. The young men and women who have spiritual charm flowing through their bodies are obviously practitioners, and there are more masters than the government officials.

"Don't crowd in, everyone has a share."

Xu Liangpan served the porridge himself, with a kind smile on his face, and said: "Well, I hate to see such human tragedies. After everyone has eaten, you can choose to work in my Xu family's farm and medicine field. Every day I’ll give you ten coppers to provide food and accommodation for the servants. If you are willing to sign up, come and register with me later.”

Hearing the news, the refugees became even more excited and raised their hands one by one.

"I, I, I, I want to sign up."

"Master, I have grown strong, and I will work for you to repay your kindness."

"I know how to make clay bricks and farm. Master, you choose me. I work the hardest."

These refugees crowded in to sign up, and the scene seemed very chaotic.

At this moment, Su Jie's carriage slowly drove into the city gate. Xu Liangpan put down the spoon in his hand and stared at the luxurious carriage Su Jie was in.

"What's the origin of the people in the car?"

Xu Liangpan asked a leading soldier.

"I don't know. He is said to be a young master from out of town. He passed by our Xiaguang City and there was a lot of pomp and circumstance. I don't know what his background is."

Xu Liangpan's eyes were thoughtful, and a young man with a feminine face beside him whispered in his ear: "Uncle, he looks like a fat sheep. I will go to find out the truth at night."

"Be careful, don't get into trouble if it's a big deal."

Xu Liangpan nodded slightly and said calmly.

"I understand, uncle, you don't know how steady I am!"

At the same time, on the carriage, Su Jie showed a faint smile and said, "Interesting, a disciple from Guanchao Pavilion is here."

In Su Jie's perception, the spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by those young men and women in blue clothes could not be hidden from his perception.

Su Jie had many dealings with Guanchao Pavilion, and countless disciples of Guanchao Pavilion died in his hands. The restrained aura fluctuations of these Yunling Realm disciples were completely invisible to Su Jie.