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Qixia Town, Tongfu Inn.

Several days have passed since the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

Discussions about this battle are still intense in the world.

But all this has nothing to do with Lu Yan, because he is about to bid farewell to Qixia Town and leave for the Song Dynasty.

First, he once had an appointment with his eldest brother Qiao Feng.

If Qiao Feng does not come to Qixia Town again within a year, he will leave for the Song Dynasty to reunite with Qiao Feng.

Secondly, he once promised Mr. Zhang.

He wanted to go to the Song Dynasty and capture Li Zhenzhen. He wanted to see his body alive and his body dead.

So he had no reason not to take this trip to Song Dynasty.

And the reason why he hasn't left yet is because of Xie Zhuoyan.

Of course Xie Zhuoyan wanted to travel around the world with Lu Yan.

It's just that she is the third young lady of Shenjian Villa and a direct descendant of the Xie family, which means she cannot be too selfish.

If she wants to follow Lu Yan and travel around the world without worries, she must leave a legacy for Shenjian Villa - the Zhenwu Demon-Conquering Sword Technique.

Although Xie Zhuoyan is now a practitioner, it is not easy for her to record the Zhenwu Demon-Suppressing Sword Technique.

A rough calculation shows that it will take at least three months.

So they discussed it and Lu Yan set off for the Song Dynasty first.

As for Xie Zhuoyan, he left Zhenwu Fumo Sword Technique behind and then set off to the Song Dynasty to look for Lu Yan.

Lu Yan and Xie Zhuoyan visited the newly renovated Qixia Town in the past few days.

They left their footprints everywhere.

"In the future, when we grow old, we will settle here."

Xie Zhuoyan looked at Lu Yan, still smiling.

But under this smile, there is a little more reluctance.

Lu Yan nodded and said, "I bought a garden here a long time ago, and let Lao Bai and the others take care of it for us. When we come back, we will never leave again."

Wandering around the world, one day I have to settle down.

If he had to choose a place to live permanently, the place Lu Yan would like to stay the most would naturally be Qixia Town, which he is most familiar with.

"Let's go."

Xie Zhuoyan let go of Lu Yan's hand.

Lu Yan got on his horse, glanced at Xie Zhuoyan, and then at Shopkeeper Tong and the others who were standing not far behind Xie Zhuoyan.

"I, Lu Yan, will come back again."

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Lu Yan walked all the way east alone.

After more than a month of climbing over mountains and ridges, we finally left the Ming Dynasty and arrived at the Song Dynasty.

It was also at this time that Lu Yan realized that the major dynasties were separated by huge mountains.

It is almost impossible for ordinary people to cross mountains and ridges to go to another dynasty.

Only trained soldiers or people with some skills can climb these mountains.

Although Lu Yan came to the Song Dynasty at this time, he didn't know where he was now because he didn't have a map. He could only go forward and find a place with people to find out the news.

With Lu Yan's strength, he walked eastward for nearly a hundred miles before finally seeing a village.

It was ten minutes at noon, and the sun was scorching hot.

The village was extremely quiet, with no one around.

Lu Yan looked at the ground and found that the ground was dry and cracked and the crops were half dead.

"Could it be a dead village with no one in it?"

Lu Yan was confused and suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

In front of the gate, a stooped old man stood there. He was as skinny as skin and bones, and as black as a piece of carbon.

The eyes looking at Lu Yan were a little wary, but more of a fear.

Lu Yan looked at the old man, took a step forward, raised his hands and said, "Old man, may I ask..."

When the old man heard Lu Yan's words, he quickly stepped back, as if he did not dare to have too much contact with Lu Yan.

Lu Yan couldn't help but frowned when he saw that the old man was so afraid of him.

He looked around and finally saw a similarly skinny middle-aged man in front of a dirt gate.

He returned to the horse, took out some broken silver, then walked to the middle-aged man, handed over the silver, and asked: "Brother, what is this place?"

"Do you have a map in your hand?"

The middle-aged man looked at the broken silver in Lu Yan's hand, but did not reach out to take it. His Adam's apple surged and he whispered: "Is there any dry food?"

If it weren't for Lu Yan's extraordinary hearing, he would hardly be able to hear what the middle-aged man said.

He turned back to the horse, took out a cold steamed bun, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the steamed bun from Lu Yan's hand, suddenly turned around, and pulled out two children who looked to be only seven or eight years old from the door.

The two children stared at the steamed buns in the middle-aged man's hand, both in a daze.

They haven't seen such clean steamed buns for a long time.

"Eat quickly."

The middle-aged man broke the bun into two halves and distributed them to the two children.

He stretched out his dark and rough hands and gently stroked the sparse hair on the tops of the two children's heads. He couldn't help but blush.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yan was a little confused and asked, "Is there a famine in the village?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's not a famine."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stood up, turned to look at Lu Yan, and said, "Our place is called Bian Village."

"Because we couldn't pay the taxes, we were cut off from water. Without water for our crops, we naturally couldn't survive."

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, the taxes of the Song Dynasty were so severe.

If you don't pay, your water will be cut off?

Isn't this a vicious cycle?

Lu Yan was puzzled and asked, "How could the imperial court do such nonsense?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "The imperial court? The imperial court has no control here. The general has the final say here."

General?

Lu Yan was stunned again, and then asked: "What is the name of the city closest to here?"

The middle-aged man gave Lu Yan a strange look and said, "The nearest city is called Wei City."

Lu Yan noticed the strange look in the middle-aged man's eyes and explained, "I came over the mountains and am from the Ming Dynasty."

When the middle-aged man heard this, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

No wonder Lu Yan knew nothing about the situation nearby. It turned out that he was from another dynasty.

Lu Yan asked again: "How far is it from Wei City?"

The middle-aged man pointed to the southeast and said: "It's almost there, it's only three hundred miles away."

Lu Yan nodded lightly, returned to the horse, took out a few steamed buns and handed them to the middle-aged man, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, brother."

"Sir, sir, help me!"

"Sir, I haven't had a full meal in several days!"

"Sir, show mercy!"

Just when Lu Yan handed the steamed bun to the middle-aged man, someone suddenly walked over from another direction.

They are all like middle-aged men, dark and thin, with faces full of hunger for solid food.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he quickly grabbed the steamed bun from Lu Yan's hand, then turned around and went back to his home, closing the old wooden door that was dilapidated and full of tooth marks.

Lu Yan looked at the poor people kneeling in front of him and couldn't help but frown slightly.

He did not question why these villagers did not go to other villages to survive.

Because he knew that in Wei City, under the rule of that great general, living in this remote place might be happier.

Although these people were extremely hungry, no one tried to snatch Lu Yan's baggage.
To be continued...