Chapter 416 Taoist Temple Contest

Author: Fu Lv

Chapter 416 Taoist Temple Contest

early morning.

In an open space among the mountains and forests, there were groups of bandits who were neatly arranged and in good order, practicing one stroke at a time.

It may be inappropriate to say that they are bandits.

After half a month of training, they have more or less lost some of their gangsterism. They cannot be said to have the demeanor of a king's division, but at least they have the appearance of a regular army.

However, Xiao Liping, who was in charge of the training, was still a little dissatisfied.

This group of bandits were all wild, with varying levels of strength. If it weren't for a few dazzling figures, these people would be nothing more than a mob in Xiao Liping's eyes.

He doesn't want to take over training such a team at all.

However...Song Lanyi gave him too much.

Xiao Liping took another bite of the meat, and when he saw someone in the crowd couldn't hold on, his belly was trembling, he frowned and kicked that person in the calf.

"You can't support it with such little training, and you still want to train your body! Look at your commanders, you are not talented, but you work hard enough. You are far ahead of you at such a young age, how can you still have the nerve to be lazy!"

That's right.

Just two days ago, Song Lanyi made another breakthrough.

She absorbed the power of death and soul, and easily reached the sixth level.

This exercise is simply made for troubled times and wars.

Just when she heard the words "poor talent", Song Lanyi's face twitched slightly.

Although... she is a genius, there is no need to say that her talent is not good every time she is mentioned, right?

She quietly glared at Xiao Liping, and then came back to her senses. Her movements became more and more skillful, and every time she made a move, she felt like she had returned to the original state.

Xiao Liping remained calm and looked this way, nodding secretly in his heart.

At this time.

the other side.

Zhu Mingshu was discussing the remaining grain with the village chief and Qingxu Taoist.

Taoist Master Qingxu calmed down slightly at this moment, showing a sense of solemnity, "In a few days, I'm afraid it's going to rain."

The village chief's face was overjoyed, and his sallow and thin face almost showed a look of tears of joy, "Is what the Lord said true? If it rains, although the food in the first half of the year cannot be saved, it can be saved in the second half of the year.

There is some hope.”

Different from the village chief's joyful expression, Taoist Master Qingxu was uncharacteristically serious and his eyes became more solemn, "It is true that the rain is going to fall, but at the same time... the flood is also going to come."

Zhu Mingshu was stunned, "Flood? This is the northern border. Where did the big rivers come from?"

"Tianhe."

Zhu Mingshu's pupils shrank sharply and she couldn't help but lost her voice, "The Milky Way fell from the ninth level of the sky, how could it cause a flood?"

Taoist priest Qingxu remained silent.

In fact, he could only roughly get a glimpse of the future direction, but the real reasons behind it were beyond his current realm.

Zhu Mingshu's fingertips tapped lightly on her knees, and she pondered for a long time, with firm eyes, "Give me the order..."

After a while.

A team slowly walked out of the mountain path.

Although the queue is long, it is not complicated.

Among them were many soldiers equipped with weapons, escorting the villagers on both sides.

Space equipment is limited, and many household items, such as iron pots, earthen pots, and animal skins, can only be pulled by mules or ox carts.

The worst option is to wrap it up in a bag and carry it on your back.

After a long journey, even though some people in the team looked tired, the whole team was still in high spirits.

When the nearby refugees saw this team, they first felt that their military discipline was strict, and for a while they did not dare to invade.

It was difficult to find a dilapidated Taoist temple before dark.

Everyone dragged their tired bodies and pushed the bullock cart into the Taoist temple.

The track of the oxcart left a deep rut on the slightly moist ground.

Taoist Priest Qingxu sniffed it gently, his eyes darkened slightly, "The wind is going to blow."

Zhu Mingshu paused and walked into the Taoist temple, only to find that there were already people here.

One of the groups was well-dressed. On the way to escape, they seemed to be wearing ordinary clothes, but their ability to maintain a clean and decent appearance showed that they were not ordinary people.

On the other hand, the other group of people seemed to be fleeing from the same village.

It's just that compared to Song Lanyi and others, his mental outlook is not even the slightest bit worse.

When Song Lanyi opened her eyes and looked around, she saw many people with swollen bellies.

These people... have been reduced to eating Guanyin soil to make a living.

It's just that Guanyin soil is not a long-term solution. If it continues, it will be dead sooner or later.

When these villagers saw the bullock cart behind Song Lanyi and others, they couldn't help but have a hint of greed in their eyes.

But when they saw those bandits who had been raising cattle and horses for a period of time, they shrank subconsciously, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes.

The group of people on the side looked wary and quietly moved to the side.

Under so many eyes, the villagers did not dare to take out the food for cooking even if they were pressing it under the cart.

Everyone was assigned a piece of bread and a glass of cold water as today's supper.

But even so, the villagers over there are still ready to take action.

That’s food!

But looking at those bandits, no one dared to take action.

Until there was a loud cry and the crowd started to commotion again.

But Song Lanyi only speeded up her swallowing.

Seeing that the pancake was about to be finished, Song Lanyi suddenly paused, turned around, pointed a short knife diagonally, and placed the knife horizontally on the visitor's abdomen.

"One more step forward and you will die!"

Zhu Mingshu put down the food at her hand and looked at where Song Lanyi was.

When she saw the person coming, it was a thin and wretched man with eyes that were wandering around.

Her heroic eyebrows were raised upside down, and her face showed a trace of evil spirit, which gave her a bit of the demeanor of an iron-blooded emperor.

The man felt the cold tip of the knife in his belly, and the smile on his face became a little stiff.

He said sarcastically, "Little sister, I don't mean anything else. I mean, since you have so much food, it shouldn't be difficult for you to share some with us, right?"

As he said this, he saw that Song Lanyi had no reaction and looked thin and weak, malnourished, and evil thoughts gradually arose.

He gradually stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to snatch the pancake from Song Lanyi's hand when she wasn't paying attention.

Song Lanyi looked at him with a playful expression.

In the eyes of men, this meant that Song Lanyi was weak and had no power to resist.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Zhu Mingshu's eyes, and a flying knife flew past, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and directly pierced the man's palm.

The flying knife passed through the palm, leaving a huge bloody hole.

The man let out a miserable cry, and pressed his other hand on the injured wrist.

There was a bloody gap there, and blood was still dripping down.

Zhu Mingshu came slowly, walked to Song Lan's side, blocked her behind her, and said with cold eyes, "How can Xiao Xiao dare to bully my sister?"

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