Feng Buye held up the hem of his clothes, half-crouched beside her, and asked: "You are exposed late at night, what are you doing here?"

Zhuchen motioned for him to stretch out his hand, put another seed on it, and then tightly wrapped his right palm with both hands.

Their fingers were cold, but their palms still felt scorchingly warm.

Feng Buye's eyes all fell on Zhuchen's slender fingers. His originally white skin had red marks from the cold. He bent his fingers, trying to pass on the remaining warmth to Zhuchen.

Zhuchen's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of breaking the silence of the night.

"Master," she asked, "have you heard the sound of sprouting?"

Feng Buye nodded perfunctorily.

Zhuchen grinned and said: "Although it is very quiet today, why is there the sound of sprouting?"

The corners of Feng Buye's lips twitched, and she chuckled without making a sound.

Zhuchen lowered his head again and said cheerfully: "Only the beating of the heart makes a sound, right?"

Feng Buye remained silent, her delicate face reflected in her pupils, her eyes extremely gentle.

Zhuchen let go of his hands, and the moment they separated, the surrounding air immediately became three degrees colder, and suddenly became chilly.

Feng Buye glanced at the newly reborn sprout in his hand, without much sadness or joy, and watched Zhuchen bury it in the soil and said, "Let's do it tomorrow."

"Eh."

The two stood up and walked back along the path.

As for Yu Jian, it obviously only took a short while. But neither of them said a word, walking one behind the other.

Zhuchen fell behind. He raised his head slightly and looked at the back of the man in front of him. He felt that he was much thinner than when he was in Pu Fengshan, and his straight back revealed his incomparable perseverance.

Zhuchen jogged for two steps and wanted to return the coat to him. Feng Buye noticed the movement and turned around. His eyes quickly passed over her face and he took her hand.

Zhuchen put her foot down and felt that her body was so light that she could hardly walk. She felt that the morning was too quiet tonight, and there was a sound when the moonlight was trampled to pieces.

She suddenly had a lot to say. It was a mass of emotions that was about to overflow, making it difficult for her to organize fluent words. But the next second she felt that even if she didn't say it, Feng Buye should know it.

When she returned to her house in a daze, she still couldn't speak. She stood there blankly for a while, blowing the cold wind, and then turned around and went back to the house at Feng Buye's urging.

When lying on the bed to rest, Zhuchen felt that something was missing. She thought it was a feeling of loss after being excited, and after thinking about it seriously for two or three days, she finally understood what was wrong.

Liang Hongluo! She follows the trend and wanders around in the middle of the night. Without her eldest brother's nagging, it wouldn't be complete!

Liang Hongluo has not heard from Chaowen since he left Chaowen, and he has not replied to the letters sent by Ye Qing.

Ye Qing said that Liang Hongluo probably returned to the capital. The two places were too far apart, so communication was difficult. Otherwise, based on the contents of their letters - "Your sister misses you.", "Your sister asked you to return your message.",

"Your sister asked you where you were." Liang Hongluo had already spread his wings and flown back.

In this era where communication is inherently inconvenient, isn't Liang Hongluo looking for trouble if he doesn't bring a high-tech gossip disk with him when he goes out?

Hearing Ye Qing say that the demon world is not stable recently, and Liang Hongluo leaving the house lightly packed, Zhuchen felt more and more uneasy as time passed.

She asked Da Mo to help with the fortune telling, and Uncle Mo said everything was fine. Except for a little bump in the schedule, there were no major problems.

It's not a big problem. How long can a girl like Liang Hongluo stay away from home? Even Zhuchen suspected that he found a sister-in-law on the road to arrange for her to leave.

Half a month later, Liang Hongluo finally sent a letter from the depths of the demon world, which put an end to Zhuchen's anxiety.

Liang Hongluo had never been to school seriously, and he knew some words, but his calligraphy was not good. His handwriting was extremely sloppy. He tried to read it every morning, but found that he couldn't read most of it. The content of the letter was very long, and it took ten pages to read.

A few pieces of paper seemed to have condensed all his thoughts for half a month.

Zhuchen had no choice but to go to Ye Qing for help. Ye Qing and others laid out the letter paper and were deeply moved after reading it.

They said that Liang Hongluo had tried his best to write the words correctly. They usually read the devil's orders and relied on fate to guess and decode them.

After some sorting, Zhuchen finally sorted out Liang Hongluo's experience during this period.

He stated bluntly in the letter that some militants knew that the boundary monument was about to be broken, and could not stand Liang Hongluo's weakness. They stirred up disputes everywhere, ignited wars, and wanted to retake the capital and organize an army to conquer the mortal world.

Therefore, the demon world has been in chaos and turmoil recently, and the undercurrent that Fang suppressed has begun to counterattack in a more rapid way.

The demonic world is a battlefield of fighting and violence. The chaotic system and the erosion of demonic energy have created a group of thugs who do not know how to control their desires. They are friends with each other and behave in the opposite direction, which cannot be judged by common sense.

In the past, Liang Hongluo had no worries and could risk his life to fight with them and make them obey. Now that he has concerns, he doesn't care about the position of the Demon Lord Lao Menzi and allows them to trap each other.

It's just that there are still a group of innocent people in the demon world who are willing to follow him, and they don't want to continue to be trapped in the flames of war, which makes him uneasy. After careful consideration, he decided to gather them together, stay away from the capital, and head towards the edge of the demon world.

Most of the migrating team were ordinary people, and the pace was slow. In addition, he had to go to nearby towns to bring the rest of the people over, and he didn't know when he would return. However, he brought many guards with him and planted battle flags along the way.

People dare to make trouble for him, so Zhuchen doesn't have to worry about him.

He didn't say where he was going or what his future plans were.

He didn't mention it a word, but he understood it every morning.

You may wander around the demon world, looking for a place where you can live safely, like Zhuchen, build a new town and seek new life.

He knew that this was an unbearable burden, more like a shackle that bound his body, with hundreds of pounds of ground on his shoulders that he could not shake off for the rest of his life.

This was the mission he inherited when he ascended the throne that day. It was his own decision, so he did not want to pass this burden on to Zhuchen.

Liang Hongluo spoke in an understatement and quickly ignored the matter. At the end of the letter, he only reminded Zhuchen with concern to take precautions as soon as possible.

That group of lunatics are afraid of spiritual energy, so they don't dare to be too presumptuous now. Once the demonic boundary monument is completely shattered and the monks in the mortal world are in chaos, they will seize the opportunity and attack on a large scale.

Recently, there may be some people going around Chaowen to check things out, so be careful and take precautions.

Zhuchen's heart was filled with melancholy. She didn't expect Liang Hongluo to do such a big thing alone. She held the heavenly book in her hand and read it over and over again, trying to find traces of him from Liang Hongluo's words.

, or see a hint of his tactful request.

However, this person who usually seems to have a cold temperament, has nothing to do with matters, and may even be a bit mean, is also so determined towards the decision he has made. Behind this determination is his stubborn pursuit, his strong responsibility, and also

The kindness he deliberately concealed after experiencing countless pains.

Zhuchen pressed his fingers on the black pen and ink and rubbed it gently.

Her eldest brother has always been a proud person.

Ye Qing and others stood silently, avoiding Zhuchen's eyes, patiently waiting for her reply to see if she intended to resettle this group of residents of the demon world.

When the people of the Demon Realm migrate abroad, they probably won't be able to bring much food with them. And this time, the number of people is only much larger.

At present, the farmland opened up by Chaowen is not enough to support the daily needs of the people. After the evil spirit completely takes over Chaowen, the food ration problem will only become more serious.

Zhuchen said that the "potatoes" she planted can improve food shortages, but the risks behind them are even more difficult to ignore.

Chaowen could not protect himself now, so Liang Hongluo was reluctant to ask for help. They also understood.

It's just that they followed Liang Hongluo and will always be the people of the demon world. If Zhuchen didn't express his position, they might have to say goodbye.

Zhuchen rubbed his eyes, folded the letter paper squarely, and folded the corners flat. Every movement was done carefully and slowly. He didn't know whether he was recalling something through the rough and dark yellow letter, or he was sorting out his thoughts.

Finally, she put the things into her cuffs, raised her head and smiled at Ye Qing and others, trying her best to appear calm, but unfortunately it didn't go so well.

"Why don't we let everyone choose together."

Ye Qing was surprised: "What?"

In the evening, Zhuchen asked Ye Qing to send a message and gather everyone together, including the casual cultivators and demonic cultivators staying in Chaowen, in the open space of the central square.

Because it was a short notice, some people were still wearing coarse cloth coats and sweating profusely. They had obviously just arrived from the construction site. They wiped the sweat on their foreheads with the linen cloth hanging around their necks and asked people around them what happened.

If there is no big deal, I want to go back and continue working.

The sun had set over the hillside, and the surrounding area was lit up with firelight.

These lights were originally lit by monks. The blue firelight would illuminate the streets at night. The gentle and subtle light made people walking at night no longer feel afraid. I don’t know when this task started.

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The fire lit by demonic energy is more domineering, with a trace of red light mixed in the white flame, bright and dazzling.

At this time, dozens of spiritual fires were burning around the stage. Probably because the caster's mood was not peaceful enough, the flames jumped abnormally tonight, like an unyielding soul struggling in the burning, flying upwards with teeth and claws, illuminating the faces of all the people.

Well defined.

Zhuchen walked up to the high platform and looked down at the swarming crowd. The figures relying on each other were all alive. They raised their faces, raised the corners of their lips, and tried to show their most simple and sincere smiles to Zhuchen.

For the first time, Zhuchen realized so clearly and profoundly that this was a country. A home for which she had devoted all her efforts, for which she could fight, fight, and sacrifice everything.

Everything seems to be an inexplicable fate. Before the beginning, no one dared to believe that a sect located on the edge of the devil world could develop to the glory it is today. No one could believe that the passers-by who were separated from each other in the evening could survive in this desolate and sparse place.

A place to find a place of solitude.

Zhuchen was extremely lucky that his sudden thought coincidentally founded Chaowen.

She couldn't help but laugh and lowered her head to avoid the dazzling light in front of her.

The people in the audience were smiling brightly, but suddenly they caught a glimpse of the water in her eyes, and they all became quiet. They nervously held the corners of their clothes, their faces full of uneasiness and worry.

Zhuchen raised her head, her eyes filled with tears were like twinkling stars in the sky. The light gradually receded and was replaced by the softness in her eyes.

"We have gathered here today to decide something."

Zhuchen said slowly: "There may be a war in the demon world recently, and a large number of innocent people are facing displacement and wandering around. I want to bring them to the court. But to be honest, the appearance of such a large number of people will not be possible in a short time."

It will cause a certain burden on Chaowen within a certain period of time."

She walked around the stage for a few steps. She couldn't hear anyone's whispers in her ears, only various suppressed and uneven breathing sounds.
To be continued...