It was late at night, but the lights in Ning'an City were bright, and the houses in several places were on fire, and there were constant screams and cries resounding in the night sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Crowds of soldiers in iron cloaks roamed the streets, laughing wildly from time to time, chasing the frightened civilians past under the firelight.

Only the north of the city was pitch black, and only because it was a place where the poor stayed. And in the dirtiest and most dilapidated corner of the slum, there is a thatched hut with a hole in the roof, and a ragged child of seven or eight years old is standing by a broken mat on the ground, watching the thin old man in the broken quilt quietly wipe his tears. The dim moonlight shone on the old man's face, and it was a gray color!

After a while, the old man woke up slowly, and his cloudy eyes saw the child sitting beside him, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch his hair, only to find that he had no strength.

"Clear ...... Ahem, Qinghuan ......" The old man called angrily.

The child hurriedly rushed to him and asked urgently, "Old man, are you feeling better?"

"Silly boy!" the old man looked at him with a reproachful face: "The city is broken, why haven't you left yet!"

"I, I'm ......" the child snorted twice, but said with a stubborn face: "You are here, I will not go anywhere!"

"Confused!" the old man gasped with anger, a flush flashed across his face, and he sat up as if he had suddenly become energetic. The child hurried over to help him, but he pushed him out: "Hurry up, go away! Why are you disobedient to this broken child, I am about to die, old man, what do you care about me!"

The child slept with his lips clutched, refusing to speak or leave.

The old man was helpless, knowing that it was useless to say it, so it was better to take advantage of his last breath to explain the future. He trembled and reached into his arms and pulled out a yellowed book: "Take it...... Take it! This is the sacred book left by my ancestors, and you can keep it. ”

The child took the book, but just stuffed it into his arms, and said anxiously: "Old man, go to sleep! Don't talk too much, lest you hurt your spirit." ”

The old man shook his head gently: "If you don't say it, you won't have a chance!" You must put the book away, this divine book was handed down by my ancestor of the Liu family, and it is said that after cultivating according to the book, you can live forever and become a god and become an immortal. I wanted to give it to you when you grew up, but who knew it would be so soon...... Remember, don't let outsiders see this book, lest it lead to death! Take it and go to Qingcheng!"

Seeing that the child nodded, he sighed: "Let's go, kid, it was also our fate to pick you up in the broken temple back then." I raised you for four years and gave you a chance to live, and then I was paralyzed, and when you were four years old, you began to follow a group of big beggars every day to grab food, and also raised me for four years, and now you are sending me to the end, and I have repaid the kindness. In the future, we will return to the bridge and return to the road, cough cough ......"

The flush on his face was dissipating rapidly, his breath was extremely weak and weak, and he looked at the roof with his eyes scattered: "I think that I am a young man in Liuyuan City, and I was also freshly dressed and angry, and later I scattered all my family wealth in order to cultivate immortals, and I became a beggar when I was old." Hahaha, everything is fate......"

The voice grew faint until it was quiet.

The child stared blankly at his dead old face, with tears on his face, but did not make a sound. The wordless grief was even more heartbreaking.

After a while, a determined look appeared on the face of the child, who gradually stopped crying, he knelt beside the old man, wrapped his withered body with a quilt, dragged him to the corner with difficulty, brought some straw and covered it tightly, and then knelt down and "bang" three times, then he did not stay any longer, turned around and went out of the broken hut, and the small figure disappeared into the night.

The child, the big name Liu Qinghuan, was abandoned from birth, picked up by the old beggar Old Man Liu, and begged for a living in the beggar's nest in Ning'an City since he was a child. Now he is eight years old, but he is as thin as a six- or seven-year-old child.

Now that Ning'an City has been broken by Chu Yueguo, and Old Man Liu is dead again, he has no worries here, so he has to flee from the city quickly.

He specializes in picking up dark places under the eaves, because he has been begging in the streets and alleys of the city since he was a child, he is very familiar with the large and small roads in Ning'an City, and has avoided the oncoming soldiers several times.

Turning a street corner, Liu Qinghuan listened to the sounds around him alertly, and was about to cross the street, when he suddenly quickly shrank back, hiding all his small figures in the shadows of the corner.

Listening to the woman's mournful cry and the man's excited roar from the other side of the street, Liu Qinghuan carefully poked his head out, and saw that the door of a large family was ajar, and a panting soldier was pushing the screaming woman against the door and moving quickly, and there were two soldiers next to him helping to pull the woman's arms and thighs.

"Grass your mother's Zhao Er, hurry up! Lao Tzu hasn't tasted Miss Everyone!" one of the soldiers urged with red eyes.

"Yes, you've been fucking fucking for half an hour, and you're going to kill this bitch, and there's still more to come!" said the other soldier, dissatisfied.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, it was difficult for others to protect themselves, so they had to choose not to see it. Rounding the other street, I twisted and walked through several alleys, and just then I turned the corner again, and the city gate was reached.

Just looking at the city gate, almost desperate!

I saw a large number of Chu Yueguo soldiers guarding the city gate, and it was impossible to escape!

Just as I didn't know what to do, I saw a large group of guards on tall horses on the other side of the street appear with eight or nine carriages.

"What people!" shouted the soldiers at the gates, and all of them flashed their spears at the approaching ranks.

The convoy walked unhurriedly to the gate of the city before stopping, and a horse ran out of the guard, showed a wooden sign, and said loudly: "My master is the master of the Taibai Mountain Fu family, Fu Qingshan, and your army General Chen He Chen is a close friend, and there is an urgent need to go out of the city, you wait to release it quickly!"

The head of the soldier guarding the city was originally depressed because of the task of guarding the gate with little oil and water, and when he saw the carriages in the opponent's horse team, except for two that looked like they were occupied, the others were all full of supplies, and they were already drooling. After weighing the strength of both sides, the other party was no more than thirty or forty people, and he had nearly three hundred soldiers here, so he didn't look at the wooden sign, and shouted: "I don't care if you are Taibai Mountain or Taishan Mountain, you dare to borrow the name of General Chen, believe it or not, I will kill you immediately! If you want to get out of the city, you can leave all the carriages and horses, and the people will go!"

As soon as these words came out, the guard's face changed, and he said sharply: "This brother, I advise you to ask better! General Chen is now gathering troops and horses outside the city, and it will take a lot of time to run, so as not to offend people who should not be offended!"

The soldier's eyes rolled, looking at those carriages was really reluctant, thinking that even if it was true, General Chen would blame it in the future, and then divide the wealth with those subordinates, and everyone would die together and not admit it!

"Bang la!" the two sides showed their weapons together, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, and they only heard a loud shout of "up", and they fought together.

Liu Qinghuan watched intently, there were many soldiers on the side, but the Fu family was all athletic, almost one against three, and those soldiers were defeated and retreated.

In the blink of an eye, he found that there were only two or three guards left beside the carriage, and they were all watching the battle situation in front of him, revealing a carriage carrying goods.

His heart moved, he hesitated slightly, and then he bowed down and approached the carriage without a sound. Until he reached the back of the carriage, he was still not discovered, and with a squeak he got under the carriage and climbed under the carriage.

I only heard the commotion outside for another quarter of an hour, and then I heard someone shouting, "General Chen is here, don't stop quickly!" The sound of swords and arrows gradually stopped, and someone was talking in a low voice, and he couldn't hear it clearly if it was too far away. After a while, the carriage began to move again.

It wasn't until he got out of the city gate that Liu Qinghuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about finding a suitable time to leave the carriage. It's just that these cars are surrounded in the middle, and he can't find a chance at all.

The convoy went straight for most of the hour, then suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped. Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed, but suddenly heard someone knocking on the wall of the car and saying, "How long are you kid going to stay under the car?"

After the man finished speaking, he stood by the carriage and waited, and after a while, a hairy boy in tattered clothes, Ai Ai, came out from under the carriage, and looked at him with bright black eyes.

"Look at it! Don't get out of here!" the big man glanced at him and shouted.

Liu Qinghuan saluted respectfully, and hurriedly ran away, only to hear the rough laughter of the big man behind him.

After leaving the convoy, he found a large tree on the side of the road and climbed it. At this time, it was the middle of May, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, even if he slept in the open air, he was not afraid of catching a cold, so Liu Qinghuan would spend the night in the tree, and only got up to hurry after dawn the next day.

Because the city of Ning'an was broken, the road to Qingcheng was full of fleeing people, and he blended into the crowd and followed forward. When he was hungry, he went to the field to dig wild vegetables to eat, and when he was thirsty, he went to the mountain stream to drink water.

The Fu family brought a lot of things, and the car seemed to have a female dependent, so even if there was a horse, it couldn't run, but also on this road and the team of refugees slowly moved forward, the head of his family is a python-robed man, often riding a horse to follow the car, with a grim face, with a murderous atmosphere.

Liu Qinghuan followed him all the way behind his convoy, but from time to time he would be kicked and joked by the big man who found him before, and he was not annoyed.

This year has already shown signs of a great drought, and it was good to be close to Ning'an City, because Ning'an City is close to the Hengwu Mountain Range, which is surrounded by mountains and mountains, and it is better than other places. But the farther east we went, the farther away from the Hengwu Mountains, the more arid it became, and even wild vegetables were scarce. And more and more people are fleeing, and the small villages they encounter along the way are all cracked in the ground with palm-wide cracks, and ten rooms are empty.

Fortunately, you can walk to Qingcheng in a few days. Qingcheng is a big city in Dayue Country, and there are troops stationed all year round, so it should be safe to go to Qingcheng.

When the day came, the sun was shining down viciously, and there was a stinging sensation on the skin. The road to Qingcheng was dusty, and the refugees were all discouraged and tired. The sweat on his body was like a waterfall, and his clothes were wet and dry, dry and wet, and soon a layer of salt grains formed.

As the weather gets hotter, the refugees have changed the hours of their journey, and now they leave at the end of the day and rest at the end of the day. In the afternoon, when the sun was less scorching, I went on the road again, and I didn't finish the day's journey until the end of the day.

At this time, everyone hid under the trees or in the grass to rest. Liu Qinghuan leaned on a dead tree to barely escape the heat, and the old man with white hair rested not far from him, and kept muttering something "There is a great drought in the world, wars are raging, and the world is going to be chaotic ......", Liu Qinghuan was also impetuous, and he couldn't sleep well.

Suddenly he heard a whistling sound from the sky, and he lazily raised his eyes, but he didn't want to see a strange picture.

I saw three figures appear from the far side of the sky, one in front of the two behind, all flying in the air like immortals, rushing towards the avenue like a lightning speed, and from time to time there were all kinds of dazzling light bursting out between the three of them, which made Liu Qinghuan dazzled.

When the refugees in the underground noticed the movement in the sky, they all craned their necks to look, and they were all stunned, and even the one who was eating forgot to chew with his mouth wide open.