As the group headed north, Lin Qingjue saw many refugees. The further north they went, the fewer and fewer refugees there were.

Most of the refugees I see when traveling north have yellowish complexions and emaciated appearance, with no luster in their eyes, and most of them are numb and desperate. But the further north you go, the more you see are not refugees.

Lin Qingjue focused his gaze on the deep pit. The edge of the pit was pitch black, and the blackened corpses lay staggered in the pit. There were hundreds of people.

The land of Weisu Continent is extremely vast, and small countries are struggling under the towering powers of the world. In the past hundred years, the four major powers were in stalemate and restrained each other. Although the situation was not optimistic, it was still stable.

The country is bounded by four borders, and although the people have hardships, they can still live their lives carefully.

Perhaps the world has been stable for too long, and with the change of authority, those in power have become more and more thoughtful and dissatisfied with the status quo, causing friction.

As a result, today's current situation has been achieved. There are those who are vassals of great powers, and there are also those who are seeking to become stronger through conquest.

However, as far as the conquest of small countries in the north is concerned, the land in the north is poor and the water is dry and it is difficult to cultivate. Even if other countries are conquered, they will only take young and strong men as slaves and recruit them as the lowest soldiers.

As for those old, weak, women and children, they can only be driven out of the country by force. If it takes a little longer, they will become the dead souls under the swords of the soldiers.

At first, Lin Qingjue's heart fluctuated, but after seeing more, it gradually calmed down. He waved his hand to move the soil to bury it, and then left.

People say that if a cultivator raises his hand to turn the clouds and rain, landslides and divine wrath will occur at every turn

However, facing the turmoil of this secular world, I feel sad, but I can only be a passerby in this world.

Luck has its own course. Once the cultivator intervenes, the turmoil here will only become more tragic.

Traveling all the way, half a month's journey will lead to Araki Country.

Lin Qingjue looked at the stone pillar in front of him, which was only half a person's height. "Desolate Wood Country" was carved on it, and the handwriting wandered horizontally, giving him a bit more free and easy heroic spirit.

There are many travelers coming and going here, all of them wearing scarves and long robes. This is because the wind and sand here are very strong, and the temperature and coolness vary greatly between day and night, but for the practitioners, it does not have much impact.

Lin Qingjue only stopped for a few breaths before following the caravan into Araki's territory.

Different from the high city and strong walls of the Chiyun Kingdom, the Araki Kingdom in the north is a desert land as its name suggests.

The desert stretches ahead and the yellow sand flies, forming a natural barrier that separates the Huangmu Kingdom from the neighboring Changyu Kingdom.

Behind him, the city gate of Changyu Kingdom was built high and the soldiers' armor was cold.

At this time, the yellow sand is raging. When we first entered the Araki Country, although the wind was a bit stronger, we could still discern the path. However, as we went deeper, the things we saw in front of us were blocked and the yellow sand was flying.

Have to be more wanton.

The caravan marched against the yellow sand, with the camel team leading the way, and there was silence as they stopped.

Lin Qingjue was also there, saying nothing, letting the strong wind blow his robes loudly.

Because he didn't know the situation of Huangmu, Lin Qingjue called himself a traveling ranger when he was in the border town of Changyu State. He traveled around the world in search of mountains and rivers, and spent some money to join this caravan.

After walking for half a day in the yellow sand, the caravan's camels found a guesthouse.

Lin Qingjue looked through the veil. Outside the guest house was a layer of loess wall, the wooden door was tightly closed, and the plaque on the door was swaying in the wind, as if it was overwhelmed and about to fall.

But until a group of people beat the wooden door until it made a clanking sound, the plaque was still hanging on it, creaking in the howling wind.

"Store, customers come from far away, but they still don't come to greet them!"

This group of caravans and merchants, including Hu Bugui and Lin Qingjue, consisted of more than twenty people. The one calling the door at this moment was Hu Bugui's leader, who was burly and powerful.

As he spoke, the leader reached out and knocked the handle of the knife on the door plaque a few times.

Just a few moments after calling the door, I heard voices coming from the guest house.

"Please, sir, don't worry, we are coming!" The words were blown by the wind until only a faint sound was heard outside the door.

With a "squeak" sound, the wooden door was opened. A similarly thin man wrapped in a robe was holding the wooden door. He raised his head and looked at a few people, then turned sideways and raised his hand to welcome people in.

The guest house was shadowy in the yellow sand in the sky. It didn't look very big, but after entering, I discovered that it also had two courtyards, a front and a back, with three floors.

After entering the guest house, Hu Bugui and his party unloaded the carriages and horses to the backyard with ease, while everyone in the caravan entered the hall.

The door behind him closed, Lin Qingjue reached out and took off her veil and robe, shook off the yellow sand on her clothes, and looked at this place.

The lobby on the first floor of the guest house has already gathered a lot of people at this moment, including young men coming and going, fellow cultivators sitting upright, and travelers with swords.

When Lin Qingjue and his group came in, they naturally attracted the attention of many people. Those people looked at their clothes and turned away, minding their own business drinking and eating meat.

Only a few monks who had just entered the secular world kept their gazes for a moment longer.

"Sister Qingling, Uncle Gu and the others are leaving!" Feeling that the hem of her clothes was being pulled by someone, Lin Qingjue lowered her head and saw Gu Mu, who only reached her waist

Lin Qingjue retracted his mind, rubbed Gu Mu's head, and walked in the direction of Uncle Gu and the others.

Gu Mu is the child of this caravan. The caravan's family name is Gu, so Uncle Gu is related to this little guy by blood. The twelve and three children were playful, so they were led out to open their eyes.

"Miss Qin, let's rest here today. The wind and sand are strong, and it is even more difficult to walk at night." The uncle Gu in the child's mouth is the person in charge of this trip. He is famous as Gu Che. He can't stand upright with his beautiful beard and nose.

The brow bone is deep.

Lin Qingjue nodded naturally.

The caravan passed through major trading towns all the way north and then arrived at Shengli City, the capital of the Araki Kingdom. Lin Qingjue followed the caravan's route since he wanted to visit the mountains and rivers.

After everyone sat down for a while, the leader Hu Bugui came back with his three brothers.

Gu Che waved his hand, and the attendant beside him threw a money bag into the leader's arms. The leader weighed it, and he had an idea, so he said goodbye and left.

"They are all poor people." Gu Che lamented aloud, poured hot tea for Lin Qingjue and Gu Mu beside him, and added some strong wine for himself.

The so-called Hu Bugui are the people in the Huangmu Kingdom who have lived in the border cities for a long time because they are familiar with the routes in the yellow sand. They explore routes for business travelers and earn fees.

Hu Bugui who is able to make the trip has a fixed route and a guest house that he can contact for mutual benefit.

"It can be regarded as a living." Lin Qingjue responded lightly, holding hot tea in his hand.
Chapter completed!