Chapter 102 Severe Drought

Mu Jiaoman was sitting on an empty cart. The bumpy roads in Shanyue made him irritated by the shaking and shaking. The scene on the white jade platform was always repeated over and over again in front of him.

Lifting the car curtain, Mu Jiaoman looked at the scorching sun in the sky, looking at the dry and cracked earth, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"How long has it not rained?"

"Come back to me, Marshal, it's been four months since there was a drop of rain!"

Mu Jiaoman thought for a moment, waved to the people below, and said loudly:

"Pull back the defense line on the east side, drive the refugees eastward, and let them go and cause harm to others."

The people below hesitated for a moment and replied:

"As soon as the defense line on the east side is withdrawn, if Li Xiangping escapes..."

"That bitch is dead!"

Mu Jiao Manhao roared, anger rising from his heart. You Zi suddenly jumped up from the car, grabbed the man's neck, and yelled:

"How many times have I told you, that bastard is dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!"

After saying this, his eyes were red with anger, and he was about to punch out, but he saw that all the people around him knelt down like straw blown by the wind, and shouted in unison:

"Meet the King!"

Mu Jiaoman shuddered and slowly raised his head. He saw Jia Nixi, who was Takong Yuqi and looking at him coldly. He waved away the man and hurriedly knelt down, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, his hands

Lips turn white.

"King!"

Jianixi walked up to him step by step, looked at him quietly, suddenly raised his leg and kicked him, and said angrily:

"waste!"

The Mujiao Man immediately flew far away like a ball, crashing several carts. The grains of rice flowed all over the ground, making the people on the left and right swallow their saliva slightly.

After rolling a few times, Mu Jiaoman quickly crawled back to Janixi and slapped his face one after another.

Jianixi lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then said with an angry smile:

"You're just a baby, you mobilize an army and mobilize a crowd and you can't even touch someone's tail, and you have to ask a witch to curse him and kill him. You are really a waste, you are a wood-burning barbarian."

Mu Jiao numbly slapped his hands and listened to the top of his head, Gani Xi, whispering:

"You don't have to attend the big sacrifice in a few days. You can reflect on it in the camp."

Mu Jiaoman suddenly raised his head, and his mind exploded like thunder, as if he had caught something in an instant.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiani Xi took one step ahead of him and punched him in the abdomen, interrupting his words and knocking him unconscious.

"Drag it down."

Jia Nixi let out a low cry. When he saw Mu Jiaoman being dragged out of the barracks, he turned to look at the towering Wushan Mountain and murmured to himself in an inaudible voice:

"Stay alive."

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After walking around in the mountains and forests until the morning light appeared on the horizon, Li Tongya flew up from a messy and empty village and murmured to himself:

"All the smoke in the east has stopped, and Shanyue's army has withdrawn. How could Mujiaoman let Xiang Ping return to the east so easily..."

Riding the wind to the west, we saw the bare land under our feet. Counting the days, we found that it had not rained for half a year.

"No wonder there are so many refugees in Shanyue."

Li Tongya frowned and assessed the situation inside Shanyue and judged the possibility of refugees crossing the border.

"My Li family has had abundant warehouses in the past few years. It is not a problem to support thousands of refugees. It can also increase the population. We are just afraid that if the drought continues, the Meichi River will dry up and we will no longer be able to grow food."

"The Ji family's letter mentioned the sacrifice, so I guess Janixi doesn't have much time to dance..."

As Li Tongya continues to penetrate deeper into Shanyue, more and more dry and cracked land and dead trees with stripped bark appear in the field of vision, and Dajueting has slowly emerged from the distance.

The only city in the mountains is covered with traces of time. The city wall has been corroded by wind and rain, with pits on the outside and decay on the inside.

A high altar has been erected next to Dajueting. It is made of soil, wood and stones. It is almost completed. It is said that Jianixi will offer sacrifices to the sky on it, and the great cause will be unified.

Although the craftsmen on the altar have haggard faces and sweating profusely, their expressions are hopeful and reverent. Everyone is looking forward to Jianixi's efforts to end the chaos and bring a stable life to them.

"We can't go any further."

Li Tongya stopped silently. This time, just like every time before, he found nothing. He turned away in despair, heading towards Wangyue Lake.

Wangyue Lake has retreated hundreds of miles, and the cracked river bed is full of dead fish and rotten shrimps. It is so smokey that people can't open their eyes. Jackals and vultures are everywhere looking for food. It looks like a paradise for animals. Li Tongya is walking on Wangyue Lake.

After a round trip, we returned to Lijing Mountain.

As soon as they landed on the mountain, Li Tongya saw a fat black pig corpse lying in the courtyard. The body was covered with long hair, and its two fangs were as long as an adult's arm and were as white as jade.

Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan on the side were hurriedly injecting spirit-sealing techniques into the joints and acupoints of the black pig corpse, while Li Xuanfeng was rubbing his bow on the big bluestone.

"Father Zhong!"

Seeing Li Tongya falling slowly, Li Xuanfeng was sitting on the big bluestone beside him and laughed. He held a bow in his left hand and a large sack in his right hand. He jumped under the stone, raised his head and laughed loudly:

"This mountain boar demon is so big, and its cultivation level is at its peak, enough to feed everyone!"

Li Tongya smiled softly, and with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he saw a black and shiny long arrow buried in the monster's head. Apart from that, his whole body was intact and there was not a single wound. He said with some surprise:

"One arrow?"

"One arrow!"

Li Xuanfeng raised his head proudly, threw the long black bow in his hand and hung it behind his back. He bent down and reached into the hollow eye socket of the pig demon, took out the long arrow, and shook it off indifferently.

The red and white thing replied:

"I chased the pig demon all night. In the early morning, while the pig demon was eating wood and bamboo, I exploded its eyes with an arrow and penetrated into its brain, killing it."

"good."

Li Tongya praised, but still spoke to persuade:

"Don't think that this mountain boar monster will die after just one arrow from you. If this monster gets close to you, it will kill you with a blow to your intestines, leaving you with no place to bury you. You still have to be careful and find some cultivation."

Come and kill low-level monsters.”

"oh"

Li Xuanfeng responded in a low voice and replied with some dissatisfaction:

"This monster can't even stick to the corners of my clothes!"

Li Tongya smiled, patted his shoulder and explained:

"I know that your bow skills are excellent, and only your father Ji's talent in swordsmanship can rival yours in the family. I just want you to keep in mind the frailty of the human body."

Seeing his serious face, Li Tongya said in a deep voice:

"Although the fetal breath Qi training is said to be as powerful as an ox, it can easily break stone monuments, split rocks, fly over eaves and climb walls, it is much weaker than monsters. My uncle has also fought many enemies during the Qi training period. Do you know that those who lose are often because of

How seriously injured?"

"Enemy's spell?"

Li Xuanfeng's curiosity aroused and he asked quickly.

"No."

Li Tongya shook his head and said solemnly:

"It's a fall."

"Those who practice qi walk through the air, but those who are weak-willed will feel pain and fear when they are wounded by the enemy. They often cannot hold the spell and suddenly fall to the ground. Not to mention broken muscles and broken bones, how can they still have the strength to fight with the enemy?"

"

As soon as these words came out, Xuanxuan and Xuanling around them all looked thoughtful, and Li Xuanfeng suddenly nodded, responded repeatedly, and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, it's great to have you at home."

"You kid."

Li Tongya suddenly laughed and shook his head. Then he saw Li Xuanfeng pick up the sack in his right hand and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, look!"

After saying this, he untied the rope and poured out three snarling little wild boars. Li Xuanfeng held the necks of the wild boars, picked up one with each hand, and explained:

"I found three wild boars in that den. Maybe I can raise them at home?"

"There is a lot of rice bran and leaves left, and there are some scraps left after killing the monsters, which can be raised. However, wild boar eats a lot, so raising one is enough."

Li Tongya nodded and saw Li Xuanfeng smiling:

"This is easy to handle!"

Hearing a click, Li Xuanfeng exerted force with both hands, and the two little mountain pigs in his hands died in death, leaving only one in the sack still eager to try to escape.

"This pig demon cub is really invincible to ordinary people. Find a disciple with a foreign surname who has some cultivation to watch it."
To be continued...