There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

This matter is regarded as the practice of the Wei Dynasty. Hengwu's previous country also had a similar system, and Hengwu just forgot it for the time being.

After some inquiring, the two of them knew that tomorrow was the day when the refugees would leave the customs. What they had to do was to mix among the refugees. If they were lucky enough to find a camp where the refugees were settled, they might be able to mix their identities.

"Even if we don't meet the camp, we can go to the government to buy an identity." The inside of the pass is different from the outside of the pass. Outside the pass, wars are raging and people are precarious, but inside the pass, there is peace and harmony.

In contrast, the system is relatively loose.

Then they can reach Changping smoothly, send Hengwu to Princess Changping, and then... Maybe he can use the money left to him by the caravan to open a small shop in Changping, and live a peaceful life from then on.

Thinking of this, Ji He felt that the future was still very bright.

"I'll go find out where the refugees are first." Ji He was about to act when Heng Wu stopped him and asked him to change his clothes. Only then did he realize that his current situation was completely different from that of the refugees.

So he changed back the clothes he had changed before, and hid the bamboo whistle and the money given to him by the caravan.

Then he went to the gathering place of refugees.

Everything went very smoothly. The refugees accepted his identity and agreed that he would go out of the city with them. In the afternoon, the town officials came to count the number of people, and Ji He's name was successfully recorded.

This means that Ji He can not only leave here, but even have his own new identity.

"Don't be too happy, I always feel that something is wrong." In the evening, when Ji He and Heng Wu were walking out among the refugees, Heng Wu suddenly said.

Standing in the crowd, Ji He was inconvenient to make too much movement, so he just looked down at the bamboo whistle hanging around his neck, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Boy, I always feel that you have been tricked by someone." Heng Wu said, but refused to explain why.

Naturally, Ji He wouldn't believe him, as soon as the two of them talked, the inspection team at the gate of the city had already arrived at them. Ji He had no time to chat with Heng Wu anymore, so he stuffed the bamboo whistle into his lapel and strode forward. go.

These refugees have all stayed here. When Ji He walked up to the gate guards, the guards looked at him suspiciously, probably because he felt a little unfamiliar.

Thinking of what Heng Wu said just now, Ji He felt a little guilty, but fortunately the guard didn't say anything, but asked Ji He's name: "What's your name?"

"Ji He." Ji Heshun reported his name obediently, and the city gate guard turned around and picked out a wooden sign from the wooden box behind him, and threw it to Ji He.

Ji He looked down and saw that it was his guide.

"Next." The voice of the city gate guard came from above his head, and Ji He followed the crowd out of the city gate.

The sky outside the city gate seems to be no different from the sky inside the city gate, but in Ji He's eyes, it symbolizes that he is one step closer to the life he imagined.

At this moment, he even felt that being left at home by his parents was no big deal. Although life was unwilling to favor him, he could still get everything he wanted by relying on his own efforts.

However, Ji He's beautiful imagination did not last long.

Just as he stood still on the road outside the city gate, several ragged strangers gathered beside him. Ji He became vigilant, took a step back, and fixed his eyes on these people.

Seeing that he was nervous, those few people laughed, their cloudy eyes were full of evil.

One of the short men standing in the front screamed: "I saw it yesterday, this kid has money!"

It is extremely vicious, and it is easy for people to abandon their morality and kindness in a harsh environment.

These refugees are already frightened of poverty and hunger. Hearing what the little man said, fierce greed welled up in everyone's eyes, and the gloomy gaze forced Ji He to take a step back, and instantly understood the truth of these people. What do you want to do.

After all, he was still too young, unable to suppress the thoughts in his heart, the expression on his face suddenly became tense, and he subconsciously covered his chest.

However, seeing his action, the refugees in front of him lit up and swarmed up!

"What are you doing! There are guards here!! You will be arrested if you do this! Let me go!"

Ji He panicked. No matter how long he had experienced training, he was only eight years old this year. Seeing such a scene, he was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

However, those people did not let him go because of this. They grabbed his clothes, tore his arms apart, and reached out to take out the bag of silver that the caravan left him. The color of the eyes, everyone's face showed greed, one of them said: "Look quickly, there must be something else on him!"

"Here, there is another whistle!"

"The whistle is worthless, don't... the clothes, the clothes are also taken off!"

The noisy sound was transmitted from the road outside the city to the ears of the guards at the nearby city gate. The soldiers turned their heads and glanced, and found that the refugees had internal strife, so they looked away indifferently.

Leaving Jihe alone, he fell into despair.

Heng Wu, who was hiding in the bamboo whistle, didn't move at all, just like that, he was grabbed out of Ji He's body, and he didn't know what happened next.

Ji He was beaten and kicked by the refugees and knocked unconscious.

But those refugees didn't give up after snatching his purse, they even stripped Ji He's clothes off, then threw him on the side of the road and left collectively.

The refugees did not go far, but went around behind a nearby tree, and there stood a man in a fine attire. The white clothes on his body were woven like clouds and clouds in the sky. Layers upon layers, like a lotus flower blooming, his face was hidden. In the clouds and mist, I can't see clearly.

Among the refugees, there was a man who looked like a leader, and he respected him very much, and sent the money bag snatched from Ji He to this man.

But the man in white didn't accept it, he just said indifferently: "I said, as long as you do it, the things are yours."

"Yes." The refugee leader seemed unable to understand who this person was and why he suddenly appeared, reminding them that the young man had money on him.

The purpose of the other party does not seem to be for money.

Just when the leader of the refugees was puzzled, the white-clothed man suddenly walked forward, and a faint voice came: "This son is a god who descended from the sky. Because of his fate, he asked you to take action. You are doing this as an act of fortune." It’s not vicious, but it’s embarrassing for the immortals in the sky, and you must not do evil things again, otherwise the luck of the three lives will be exhausted, and you will be sent to the animal realm in the next life, and you will be able to return to the human world after nine lives.”

When his words fell to the ground, he walked up to the fainted Ji He. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he bent down and picked up Ji He who was on the ground. Follow him and float away.

And looking at the back of the man in white leaving, the refugee leader felt that the money bag in his hand had become heavy.

Ji He slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he didn't know who he was.

He opened his eyes and raised his head, only to find that there were many people around him, all pointing at him.