I Am a Magic Sword

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Deng Yifei kept hearing similar words, but he dared not say anything.

If you don’t have the ability, you won’t go hungry. As a disciple of Tianyun Gate, Deng Yifei knows very well that in the last millennium, not only has the number of monsters and beasts decreased in the South, but even ordinary beasts have also decreased.

When the number of victims is large, they are like locusts, and the beasts in the mountains will be eaten clean by them, and they will not last for long!

Moreover, with their current physical fitness, whether they can run past the beast is a problem.

As for finding food, that is even more impossible.

Autumn is long past, and winter is also over. There is almost no crops or grain in the world.

Even if it begs, there is not much hope.

If it is a person, there may be well-meaning people who are willing to give alms, but if it is a large group, hundreds or thousands...

The city gate will not be open to them!

"Master Jianling, do they really have no way to live?"

"Look at the Western Qin Kingdom, look at the family in other places, but there is no other way!" Chen Hao said affirmatively, "Although the Western Qin Kingdom has recruited a large number of troops in recent years, the food should still be stored. There is also food in hand, especially the big family, which controls a large part of the field. If these forces do not come forward, they can only die, or steal and snatch!"

If it is the plane of Chen Hao's previous life, Chen Hao can also say that these people can rebel and can pull back flags...

But the problem is that the force of this world is too strong, and the powerful martial arts are far above ordinary people!

Due to the monopoly of advanced cultivation techniques and cultivation resources, the vast majority of martial arts strongmen are gathered in the hands of major forces. Among the scattered cultivation, there are few masters.

Even if one hundred thousand or one million refugees get together and face the family, sect, imperial court, magical realm, and even the strongest in the realm of the realm, that is the only thing that kills the neck!

So, gather the rebellions and unravel the uprising. In this world, that is just a joke, just like the riots in that small town, it was quickly extinguished.

Unless there is a family, Zongmen willing to jump out and take the lead in trouble!

However, Chen Hao has read a lot of things like aristocratic family and Zongmen, and there is no benefit. They will never stand up.

The Western Qin Kingdom also showed no signs of collapse.

"But now they have..."

Chen Hao said softly: "So, no one cares about their life or death for a while!"

"Ok!"

"Relax, the Western Qin State should be in charge, but it will take a little time. Whether it will last until then depends on their luck!"

Deng Yifei spoke for another three days and finally rushed to Shang Jiucheng.

Before reaching Shang Jiucheng, Deng Yifei saw the dense crowd of refugees outside Shang Jiucheng and smelled a strong **** smell.

The gates of Shangjiu City were not completely closed, but were half open.

Two neatly dressed City Guards guarded the sides of the gate with blood-stained soldier blades, looking at the many refugees indifferently.

At their feet, more than a hundred corpses fell.

The gate of the city was empty, and no one entered or left the gate at all.

Outside the city gate, there are three small porridge stalls. Deng Yifei can see the heat coming out of the big barrel.

The team of refugees is lined up with elders. In each booth, there are more than a dozen warriors guarding the porridge, maintaining the order of the refugees. A few corpses are also piled under their feet.

When Deng Yifei rushed to the city, there was a fat and fat man in his forties who walked out of the city gate with thirteen warriors with a kind smile, and he fought one with the city guards. He greeted and came outside the city gate, glanced at the refugees, and shouted loudly: "We Zhou Guo need to recruit some maids. As long as the children between ten and thirteen years old, there are ten men and women, and they need to sign a deed of sale. If you want, you can come to me!"

The refugees immediately became sensational, and even those who waited in line to wait for the congee to leave the ranks.

Almost all parents with children poured into the middle-aged man.

The first person who rushed to the middle-aged man pushed the child in front of him: "Adult, what do I think of my son? He is smart and can do whatever he wants!"

A refugee raised his daughter over his head and shouted, "My lord, my daughter is very clever and very obedient. You bought her!"

Others stretched out their dirty hands and spread out two gold coins and shouted: "Adult, this is my last bit of money. I will give you all. As long as you take my child away, just give him a meal..." …"

"..."

The warrior behind the middle-aged man stopped these refugees, but the noisy voice and the smell of the face made the middle-aged man frown.

"You all get away from me, line up, line up one by one, don't be crowded, or I won't accept any of them!" The middle-aged man is not weak, he is a true warrior, and he roars, powerful. The forces immediately calmed down all the refugees. "The rules stand here first. Those who don't follow the rules and don't line up, don't talk about killing, don't plan to sell, just leave me away!"

The City Guards glanced over there, unmoved.

The refugees shoved and shoved, and quickly lined up.

"This kid is ten years old? What do I think, only seven or eight years old?"

"Adult, he is ten years old, but he is too hungry. If you let him eat, he will grow taller for a few days!"

"No, next!" The middle-aged man rubbed his eyebrows and called the warriors around him. He ordered, "You select it first, the boy does not have one meter six, the girl does not have one meter five, don't bring it to me!"

Not all children between the ages of ten and thirteen meet this condition, but middle-aged men still want to sift through it. Otherwise, the refugees will definitely cheat him.

There are so many people anyway, there are still a lot of screenings.

Deng Yifei stopped to watch for a while, watching them pick boys and girls like picking animals, and finally walked to the city gate.

He couldn't control this matter.

What's more, selling yourself as a domestic servant is better than starving to death!

"Stop, who are you?" Deng Yifei was stopped by the city guards.

"I am a disciple of Tianyunmen, come to do the task!" Deng Yifei took out the Tianyunmen identity plate and handed it to the city guard who stopped him. The city guard looked at him and nodded at him, "Go in, After entering the door, go straight to the right. At the end is the camp of our city guard. When you get there, you tell them that you are here to do the task. Someone will arrange it for you!"

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

The City Guard said politely.

Entering Shangjiu City, Deng Yifei felt as if he had entered another world.

There are indeed a lot of beggars on the street, but the pedestrians and street vendors still make Shang Jiucheng look a bit prosperous, which is incompatible with the scene outside the city.

Deng Yifei followed the instructions of the city guards, and found the city guards camp. After he had identified himself, he registered his name, martial arts, and was taken into the camp by the person who received him, and handed over to a city guard in his twenties. Army soldiers.

The city guard had a face on his face and looked serious. When he saw Deng Yifei, he immediately asked:

"What's the name, from which school?"

"Dian Yifei, a disciple outside Tianyun Gate!"

Hearing that he was a disciple of Tianyun Gate, the young city guard suddenly eased a few points: "Isn't there a meal, I've come all the way, is it hard?"