Marry Long Aotian

Mo Chao was taken aback, and quickly wanted to climb out of the tub.Yan Lingyun reacted faster than him, raised the sword and went to the window, opened the thread and looked out.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yang was a little nervous in the water.

Yan Lingyun said: "It's okay, I'll go out and have a look."

After speaking, he paused.

Mo Yang understood, because his bathtub was right next to the compartment door, so Yan Lingyun would pass by him when he wanted to go out.

Mo Yang sank to the bottom of the barrel, only his head and shoulders were exposed, Yan Lingyun looked away and came to the door.

It's just that he said he wouldn't look at it, but when he was about to go out, he still took a look.

But after seeing it at a glance, he stopped.

Under the warm light, Mo Yang sat on the edge of the tub, steamed until plump and rosy, like a fresh and juicy fish, hiding the most tender belly, observing the passers-by on the pool.A pair of pitch-black eyes were facing him, and his body was steamed with mist, but his shadow was reflected in the eyes.

"Huh?" Mo Yang shook his head, and saw Yan Lingyun, who was about to go out, turned back, took the big bath towel from the wooden stand, lifted him out of the water, and wrapped him in the bath towel.

Then he picked up his knees and walked to the bed.

Mo Yang's heart almost jumped out of the shock, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around the young man's shoulders. His whole body was wet, with water dripping down from the back of his hands, insteps, and calves, dripping all the way. .

"let me go."

Mo Yang was very flustered, but Yan Lingyun didn't say a word. For the first time, he felt the fact that even if Yan Lingyun was a patient, he was also a very serious patient.

There were only a few steps from the compartment door to the bed, and Mo Yang was put on the bed with the big bath towel on his body, and his whole body was sunk in the white fluff.

His limbs were weak, and he was shaking slightly.

Yan Lingyun looked away slightly, and said, "Put on your clothes and stay in the room."

At the end, he added: "I'll boil a bucket of water for you to take a bath when I come back."

Then he propped up his body and went out with the sword again.The door of the compartment was closed neatly, no wind rushed in, and the bed was completely frozen.

Mo Chao lay on the bed, and after a while, he rolled into a ball, struggled to get up, wiped his body and changed his clothes.

It was cold outside, and there was a snowstorm.Mo Yang didn't dare to go out without wearing a cloak, because his hair was still dry, so he wrapped his hair with a towel first, and then put on the hat of the cloak. After wrapping it tightly, he pushed open the door with difficulty and got to the front seat.

The head-on wind was about to blow him away!

Mo Chao grabbed the railing of the compartment door and squinted his eyes to observe the surroundings, but the lantern on the car door only illuminated his palm, and he couldn't see anything beyond his fingers.

But there are definitely people around.

Mo Yang asked 996 to activate detection and opened the map, only to find dozens of yellow names around them.

In the system rules, the enemy is a red name, the teammate is a green name, and the neutral is a yellow name.Generally speaking, the monsters must be red, and they will be beaten if they approach them; the green ones who walk with Mo Chao are friendly and cooperative; the other humans are yellow, and they will not actively attack them, nor will they take the initiative to help them.

Of course, this is only a superficial division. The system cannot predict the prophet and distinguish the teammates among the monsters and the traitors among the teammates. Red, green and yellow are fluid and will change according to the development of the situation.

This group of people should be a caravan passing by, and they happened to come to the woods to take refuge, otherwise they wouldn't be motionless.

Probably also hid in the carriage.

"Yan Lingyun—" Mo Yang called the protagonist's name, but his voice was swallowed by the wind and snow.

After a while, just as he was about to get out of the car to look for it, Yan Lingyun came back, jumped into the front seat with a light jump.He propped his hands on the compartment door, half squatted to block the wind and snow, and urged Mo Yang to go back: "Open the door and go back."

It was too windy.

"Oh." Mo Yang also half-kneeled, pushed open the compartment door, and got in.

After staying outside for just over ten minutes, Mo Yang felt his whole body was completely stiff, the heat from the shower just now was gone, and he was so cold that he rubbed his hands together.

But Mo Yang didn't want to trouble him again, so he took off his cloak, gathered around the fire to keep warm, and roasted his hair along the way.

The same goes for Yan Lingyun.

After a while, Mo Yang finally came to his senses and asked Yan Lingyun what was going on outside.

"They're all mortals, come here to take shelter from the wind and snow," the young man said, "I've explained to the caravan leader that both sides will take sides, they won't come over, and neither will we."

Even on a snowy night, for caravans traveling north and south, the most dangerous thing is the same kind, not the natural environment.

This arrangement is good for them.

By now, Mo Yang was already very sleepy, so he wiped his hair and climbed onto the bed.

Yan Lingyun planned to keep watch at night, and he also didn't trust that side.

Mo Yang blinked and patted the bed: "Come on, it's so cold down here." The carpet is not as warm as a quilt, and these days they all sleep together, but there is only a distance between them.

Even if you have to watch at night, it is much more comfortable to meditate under the quilt.

This was Mo Yang's second invitation, and the young man finally came up.

Mo Yang covered the quilt up to his chin, looking at Yan Lingyun's blood.After this period of treatment, his vitality gradually recovered, and the upper limit of his blood bar had risen from [-] to [-].

"Call me in a few hours, we'll change." Mo Yang felt that it wasn't warm enough, so he moved to the side and stuck to the protagonist, feeling like he was stuck to a hot water bottle.

He fell asleep quickly, and the carriage returned to silence.

Yan Lingyun wanted to drink, but the wine gourd was no longer with him.His hand slowly fell between Mo Yang's hair, and he looked up through the gap in the window to see the endless wind and snow outside.

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On the second day, the blizzard dissipated, and the sky became rare and clear. There were no clouds in the sky, and only the winter sun shone warmly on the valley.

Mo Yang finally slept through the night.

In the middle of the night, Yan Lingyun called him softly, Mo Yang was in a daze, wrapped his hands and feet around him, and tried to sleep on his face.Yan Lingyun didn't cry anymore, she curled her lips and embraced him in her arms, stroking his hair while watching the night.

Mo Yang didn't know that he was eaten tofu at night, so he felt embarrassed, so he let Yan Lingyun go to bed, and he drove the car in the front seat.

By the way, let's breathe.

Because of fate last night, Mo Yang walked with the caravan for a while today. The leader of the caravan is a middle-aged man in his forties, very talkative, chatting with Mo Chao from time to time, the atmosphere is harmonious.

This was the first time Mo Yang talked so much since he came here, and he laughed out loud when he was teased. He also accepted a small wooden sculpture given to him by the leader, which was a wolf.

There were dozens of people in this caravan, not too many, and they all belonged to one village. If the village couldn't grow the land, they went out to travel all over the world to earn hard money and support their families.

This was their first time going north, and they were inexperienced, so they were trapped in the woods last night. Fortunately, no one froze to death.The leader's surname is Guan, and he misses his family very much. He has a pair of children who are about the same age as Mo Yang, so he is very kind to see him.

Mo Yang smiled and said, "Then I wish you a speedy return home."

Leader Guan showed a hearty smile: "It's not that time yet, let's make more money." He sighed again: "I heard that there is chaos in the north, and I don't know what's going on, I just hope everything goes well. "

The speeds of the two teams were not the same, and they diverged at noon. When parting, the leader Guan waved: "See you by fate."

The rest of the caravan also booed and shouted, enthusiastically sending away Mo Yang's carriage.

Because of this little episode, Mo Yang was in a good mood all day. He let go of the reins, and cooked porridge in the front seat. He had a delicious meal with the dishes in his backpack.

Yan Lingyun only slept for three hours, and after waking up, they had a meal, and the two of them relaxed in the front seat together.

Mo Yang mentioned the caravan, and remembered what Chief Guan said before: "He said the north is in chaos? What does that mean?"

Yan Lingyun frowned slightly: "Where is it?"

Mo Yang shook his head: "He doesn't know either, he also heard it in the teahouse."

Yan Lingyun: "Maybe there is a map of the northern border."

"Yes, I bought a lot." Mo Yang hastily handed Yi Nan Feng the map of the northern border to him.Yan Lingyun watched slowly, and after passing half a stick of incense, he suddenly said to Mo Yang, "We can no longer take the official road, we diverge here, take a small road, and bypass Jin Kingdom."

Mo Yang lowered his head, not understanding.

Yan Lingyun explained: "The sixteen countries in the northern border have been fighting and attacking each other all year round, and they have annexed each other. Except for the territory under the jurisdiction of the Merciful Sword Sect, there is no peace in other places. Once winter here, the sea water will freeze, and the North Sea will be destroyed. If the resources are supplemented, the Beimin can only rely on the caravans on the official road."

Mo Yang: "Can't they store food in advance?"

Yan Lingyun: "They can't save it."

"why?"

"Because of poverty."

Mo Chao was stunned, and Yan Lingyun continued: "The annual harvest of the people in Beimin is still not enough to feed themselves, and the countries are heavily taxed, and the rule is dark. Every autumn, there are merchants who raise the price of food. In addition to the heavy rain and snow, There are countless houses that have been crushed, and when winter comes, there will be refugees.”

"This time the scale may be extra large."

Because it is extremely cold this year.

The official road in front of him almost passed through the entire hinterland of the Jin Kingdom, and there were hundreds of towns and villages along the way. Yan Lingyun knew exactly what he would encounter.

He once passed through the northern country under the harsh winter with his sword, and the people were in dire straits, starving and dying everywhere.

Therefore, countless people want to seek immortality, detachment, and do not want to suffer from reincarnation.

Normally, Yan Lingyun would release a large amount of supplies to the mortal realm before winter to lower food prices. With the help of law enforcement disciples, the transportation is relatively simple.

But he knew that Lu Shuo would not do it.

Monks don't meddle in mortal affairs, and don't bother to do so.

Three days later, they entered Jin Kingdom, and Mo Yang soon understood why Yan Lingyun had to change lanes here, because someone rushed towards their carriage!

At first, Mo Yang thought it was a wild beast, but suddenly he rushed over from the bushes by the side of the road. He was dressed in rags and his hair was disheveled. He hurriedly pulled the rein to dodge, but he didn't hit the man. After struggling on the ground for a while, I still wanted to get up.

After leaving him behind, Mo Yang heard a long wail.

His scalp tingled, but that was only the beginning.It seems that all the Jin people thought that the caravans on the official road were the hope of survival, so they gathered towards the official road in a sneaky manner.

They have no money, so they can only rob. Some rush directly, and some are frantic. They will put down the baby on the road passing by the carriage, and stop passers-by with the baby's small body and crying.

Can't go around because it's a row.

Mo Yang was caught, couldn't bear to step over, stopped the carriage, and immediately dozens of people rushed forward, Yan Lingyun drew his sword to stop him, and threw several large bags of grain down without hesitation.

"Take them away, enough for you to survive."

The refugees were afraid of the sword in Yan Lingyun's hand, so they didn't dare to come up again, and went to grab food with their companions.

As for the baby, it had already died of crying on the ground, and no one paid attention to it.

It was the first time that Mo Yang saw a tragedy in the world.

After spreading grain along the way, and Yan Lingyun killed a few people, they finally reached the intersection of the turning road and drove towards the steep mountains.

The roads became uneven, and many places were not roads at all. It was very difficult for them to walk. In many cases, they could not take a carriage, but could only ride horses or walk.

Because there are no people, and there are wild animals and even monsters, there are very few refugees here, which made Mo Yang heave a sigh of relief.

But those pictures from before have been lingering in his mind.

He didn't understand why, in a world with magic, civilians would have such a miserable life.

If he has the mana, he can set up a formation, bring good weather, and transform the land.This way everyone is full.Then overthrow and directly enter the era of red flags...

Mo Yang thought silently in his heart, feeling that he was very lucky in his previous life and this life.

At least it was the script of cultivating immortals, not the script of fleeing from famine.

After more than half a month, they finally bypassed the state of Jin and returned to the official way.The road after that is to pass the borders of various countries, without going deep into the hinterland, the situation will not be so bad.

But Mo Yang was about to leave when he saw a group of old acquaintances.

It's a caravan from Guanling.