The first cause of all realms

Chapter 269 Miscellaneous Talk about Three Luck Strange People and Supernatural Powers (Part [-])
Yang Ju never expected that he would see Li Eryi again in Deyang Mansion.

"You are a storyteller, what are you doing in Deyang Mansion? Disaster relief?"

Yang Yu's teeth were a little sore.

In these years, there are only hungry people fleeing famine, how can there be warriors who are fighting back?
"Wow wow wow..."

There was no response, and Li Eryi cried so much that he was about to die, and before Yang Qiu asked again, he fainted.

But it was too tight, and at this moment, it relaxed, and it couldn't be stretched anymore.

"Who is this?"

The old way of Miaofa looked over.

"my friend."

Carefully picked up Li Eryi, Yang Jue frowned, he was really thin and out of shape, a person who is six or seven feet tall may only have six or seventy catties left.

"Your friend?"

The old Taoists were also a little dazed. As this person, would there be hungry people among the people he knew?

"Ah."

Yang Ju frowned, secretly looking at the fainted Li Eryi.

This old boy is a bit unlucky.

From Heishan City to Mulin Mansion, and then to Deyang Mansion, disasters never come to an end, this luck is a bit unimaginable.

【Li Eryi】

[No fixed place to live (white), weak qi and blood (gray), life-threatening Jupiter (dark green), mildew star shining brightly (dark green), celestial evil lone star (dark green), dying of death (light green)]

'Good guy! '

Glancing at Li Eryi's fate, Yang Jue's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Six fates, four of which are green and above, which is extremely rare, and there may not be one in thousands of people.

Moreover, three of them are related to 'luck', which is even rarer.

Fate related to luck has always been rare, and the last one that seemed to be related to it was Wu Changbai's "noble support", which was considered good luck.

And Li Eryi.

Fate numbers such as a mildew star shining brightly, a fate guilty of Tai Sui, and a lone star of Tiansha are really a perfect match for the end of life.

It perfectly interprets what it means to be unlucky for a lifetime...

Involuntarily, Yang Jue felt deep malice. As a human being, Wu Changbai was supported by nobles, and he was an extremely human minister with smooth wind and water, and he could even be enshrined as a land.

This little old man will be lonely and unlucky all his life...

"grown ups?"

Seeing Yang Jue startled, Miaofa said cautiously:
"Yu...he must have a lot of eyes and ears. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for us to enter the city together..."

"What's wrong? Just let him know!"

Yang Jue glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the city.

It seems that Li Eryi is not only deficient in Qi and blood, but also infected with wind and cold, and needs to be resettled this morning, although his fate says that he will die in bed.

But God knows how long he will live?
"Ugh."

Miaofa sighed, even though he knew he was rejected, he couldn't help but go up and give it a try, and now he was rejected, so he had to grit his teeth and follow.

Old Taoist Miaoyun, Yunque and others finished their dry food and followed.

……

……

Drowsy, Li Eryi had a dream
In the dream, he went back to the day when he left Mulin Mansion, and saw the caravan that brought him endless nightmares again.

He remembered this day very deeply.

It is because he set off with the caravan, along the way, he encountered violent storms, stayed overnight in the mountains, robbed by bandits, besieged by refugees, encountered wolves, and ended up living in the wild...

"No, don't go up!"

Li Eryi woke up suddenly, shaking like sifting chaff, cold sweat poured out from his head and body.

He yelled and waved his arms indiscriminately, until he saw Yang Jue come in with a food box, and then he fell back to the bed as if he had been pardoned, his chest heaved violently, laughing and crying.

"You said you, the good Mulin mansion is not waiting, what are you doing in Deyang mansion?"

Yang prison put down the food box, shook his head slightly:
"There is a lack of water in the city, so I can't wash for the time being. You can scrub it, change your clothes, and eat something..."

call!
Before he finished speaking, Li Eryi rushed over, opened the food box, and saw that the porridge, rice and steamed buns inside were devouring.

With red eyes, like a hungry wolf, he cried while eating, and yelled indistinctly:

"Meat, meat..."

"With your current body, what kind of meat do you eat?"

Yang Jue handed over a glass of water angrily:

"Why, can't you get enough to eat in the porridge shed? At this moment, there are still people who dare to be short of catties?"

Li Eryi ignored him, swept away the food box like a storm, drank a few bowls of water, and then lay down on the bed again, rolling back and forth with the quilt in his arms.

After a while, I regained some energy and reluctantly replied:

"After Mr. Xu came, he was full, but the porridge has no oil and water, so he couldn't resist hunger. After eating it for a long time, he was hungry again."

Li Eryi stammered a little, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and then complained again:
In the past few months, the group of animals in Deyang Mansion only boiled clear soup twice a day with little water. I didn’t starve to death, it’s God’s blessing! "

As he said that, Li Eryi started howling again, thinking of the past half a year, he couldn't help but feel panicked and uncomfortable, and Yang Qiu tried to persuade him for a long time, but he almost failed to persuade him.

But from his intermittent cries, Yang Qiu could also see how miserable the hungry people in Deyang Mansion were.

Li Eryi traveled all over the world, so he naturally knew how to hide his hand. Although gold and silver have depreciated greatly, they still have some value in the end, and they can be exchanged for some food from some people.

But other hungry people are far from so lucky.

"Miserable, miserable, miserable."

Li Er's face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his body was trembling. He gritted his teeth and talked about the tragic state of Deyang Mansion:

"...Killing people, killing people, eating people, hell, it's just... that's it. If it wasn't, if it wasn't for me, I would know some martial arts. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I would have been killed and eaten..."

After eating and drinking, and having a bed again, Li Eryi's spirit gradually stabilized, but he didn't want to go out, so he curled up in the quilt.

Yang Qiu couldn't persuade him, so he had to give up, feeling a little depressed in his heart.

For more than half a year, a storyteller who traveled all over the world and ate his food by showing his face with his tongue was forced into a stammer who dared not see others.

After closing the door and asking the waiter to take care of him, Yang Qian got up and went to the building.

The place where he is now is called 'Chunfeng Building', named after the proud spring breeze. It is the largest restaurant in Deyang Mansion. It occupies a large area with nine floors and can accommodate thousands of tables of diners.

Before the severe drought, almost every day was full, and during the severe disaster, it was also affected. However, the reason why there are so few people these days is not because of the severe drought.

It was Xu Wenji's bloody purge.

When Xu Wenji entered the city, he beheaded the head of the Deyang Palace. After entering the city, he even dragged more than a thousand officials to Caishikou and beheaded them.

After that, there are collusion between government and businessmen, local ruffians, rogues, murderers, robbers, and stealers...

In more than half a month, the number of people killed was no less than five thousand!
Some people clapped their hands and applauded, while others turned pale with horror.

With Yang Jue's keen five senses, he could even smell a faint smell of blood in the air. Even at this time, Caishikou was still beheading.

This is a warning, but also comfort.

After a catastrophe, there will be great chaos. If they are not appeased in advance, more chaos will arise later, and some people really deserve to be killed.

You know, Deyang Mansion was once the most prosperous place in Qingzhou, irrigated with thousands of water, and the grain output was extremely high. The reason why many people became refugees was not because of natural disasters, but because of man-made disasters.

Throughout the dynasties, whenever there was a catastrophe, it was a carnival for the officials and gentry. Limited by the Ming Dynasty legal system, the restriction that no official and businessman should force and buy other people's land would be loosened in the year of the catastrophe.

Because they don't need to buy by force, there are countless people who sell their fields, children, and even themselves to them at a price far lower than usual.

And what they pay may be just a few bags of rice noodles, or even less.

After all, people who sell themselves as slaves to survive are everywhere in this day and age...

"Yang Qianhu."

There was a voice, a person dressed in a flying fish suit sat down uninvited, and introduced himself:
"Qiu Zhanyu, the commander of Qingzhou Jinyiwei."

"Master Qiu."

Yang Qiu nodded, this job agent was still above him.

However, this position is more like a civilian position. In the usual times, he rarely leaves Qingzhou City to be in charge of the military aircraft and the training of the newly promoted Jinyiwei.

"Ten years ago, when I received the letter from Deputy Commander Qi's Ling Ying, I still didn't believe it. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary."

Qiu Zhanyu stared at the young man in front of him, unable to conceal his amazement.

In the past few months, in the whole Qingzhou, no one has a more famous name than the one in front of him.

Yang Ju heard too many compliments, and his heart was calm at this time, so he responded casually and asked:
"Where is Master Xu?"

"Comfort the people and relieve the victims."

Qiu Zhanyu pointed out the window:
"Master Yang, do you know what was the most frequent business in the streets of the city before I entered the city?"

"It's human!"

Before Yang Jue could speak, he replied:

"Sell your sons and daughters, yes, a bucket of rice, twenty-eight girls can choose at will, no matter what you use it for, no one will care..."

"Should kill!"

Yang Ju's eyes sank.

"My lord also thinks so. For half a month, all the officials in the city have been killed. However, officials are easy to kill, and those who call themselves 'people' at this time can't kill them randomly."

After Qiu Zhanyu answered, he took out a token and explained his purpose:

"This is to get back that 'Golden Bean' for the boss."

Yang Jue glanced at the token engraved with the word Xu, nodded, turned his hand over, and took out the golden bean that defeated Fang Qidao from the mustard space.

These beans are not ingredients, neither gold nor iron. After using them once, they will lose any magic, but because Xu Wenji has explained, he naturally keeps them.

According to his guess, the cost of this bean must be extremely expensive, and after passing through a certain method, it can be reused.

"Exactly this thing."

Qiu Zhanyu breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to take it, but Yang Jue clasped his palms together.

"not busy."

Yang Jue played with the golden bean and asked:

"How much does Master Qiu know about this thing?"

"Boss is really accurate."

After grabbing nothing, Qiu Zhanyu was not angry, smiled and took out a thin book from his arms, took the golden beans, turned and left.

"Another miscellaneous book."

Yang Qiu grabbed the booklet, his eyes lit up.

This book is a talk about supernatural powers!
　I endured a lot yesterday and suffered from insomnia after finishing writing. I may not dare to endure too much today, but at least two more.

　
(End of this chapter)