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Outside Qingzhou City, refugees gathered in panic.

The closed city gate, the rising wolf smoke, the low war drums, the distant cavalry... all of these refugees who have no place to stand timidly.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still a group of yamen runners who were maintaining order, they would have been in chaos.

Fortunately, in the past few months, food has been distributed and labor-for-relief has been used, and most refugees have more or less saved.

Although I was full of worry, I still temporarily suppressed my patience, but the work in my hand still stopped.

Half a year has passed, and the place where refugees live has already formed a contour, and there are also various shops and stalls. At this time, it is naturally crowded.

In a simple and deserted teahouse, Yu Changjing sat against the window and stared at the vaguely visible Qingzhou City, even the huge killing weapon and the divine arm crossbow that was stretched out.

"Divine Arm Crossbow..."

Yu Changjing sighed long.

He rubbed his eyebrows and felt that the sighs in the past few days were much more than the first half of his life.

"Young Master Yu, do you think I am confident about waiting for this trip?"

His voice was hoarse, but it was the iron sword Monrolie. He was in a bad mood. He poured tea cups and treated it as wine.

"That depends on our big leader. If he can break the city from within, he will be very sure to conquer Qingzhou this time, otherwise, he will only have one confidence..."

Yu Changjing responded casually.

"Is there still a certainty?"

Luo Lie shook his head:

"If we cannot destroy the Divine Arm Crossbow, we will never be sure. Even if you and I join forces to get on the ground first, we will only be shot through the sieve..."

"We are still sure if these divine arm crossbows have not been opened for many years."

Yu Changjing sneered.

He pinched his nose and came to Qingzhou City, but did not see the so-called help from the "Wolf" and "Li" in Jilong Mountain. How could he not be angry?

If Ji Longshan hadn't had the deep hatred between him and the court, he almost thought that this big leader would trick all the bandits in Qingzhou to die...

"Hahahahaha."

Luo Lie smiled, his laughter was bitter: "Pity, those fools thought it was foolish this time, and they didn't know that the divine arm crossbow was a hundred times more dangerous than the Qingzhou soldiers..."

"The God-arm Crossbow is indeed dangerous."

The two of them changed their expressions and turned around, and they saw the long-haired big bandit Jia Qing slowly walking.

"Teacher Jia heard it? That's okay."

After a shock, Yu Changjing's expression returned to normal, but his voice became very cold:

"There are no reinforcements, no plans to siege the city. I want to siege the city even if you want to die. Don't bring us Bailongxuan!"

"Why should Young Master Yu be angry?"

Jia Qing smiled faintly:

"It was inconvenient to say that it was not allowed by the big leader, but now it can be said."

"Um?!"

Luo Lie and the others were both shocked.

As soon as Jia Qing raised his hand, a note flew to the tables of the two.

This is?

The notes are small and there are not many words.

"Fuxing Street, six doors ambushed, the big dragon heads defeated Zhao Qingchuan, Tang Bailie, Bu Lingxu, and Yu Xuan, calmly retreated, and now the Xiao family's residence is resting..."

"The number of fights will destroy Zhao Qingchuan and others?!"

Luo Lie was shocked and Yu Changjing couldn't help but be moved.

The Six Gate Four Silver Crown Captains are well-known in Qingzhou. The four of them joined forces and even killed the fierce master of the fifth level of blood exchange and the foundation building.

Even if it is their existence like Bailongxuan Lord, he dare not underestimate it.

Will it be beaten and destroyed after a few rounds?

"Has the big dragon leader cultivated the legendary peerless martial arts?"

Yu Changjing was surprised and suspicious.

“Ha~”

Seeing the two people's expressions change drastically, Jia Qing smiled faintly and lowered his voice:

"After the early morning, you will bend the refugees forward. Whether the divine arm crossbow is fired or not, I will lead by myself and take advantage of the chaos to open the city gate!"

This was not only said to Yu Changjing and the others, but also to the leaders of the long-lived people who followed him in from outside.

"yes!"

Everyone responded one after another, and Luo Lie and a few others hesitated, but they did not dare to refute it.

"Now, control this town first and pull out all the 'nails' of the court!"

"yes!"

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In the simple market, a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old was holding a steamed bun with concern: "If the city gate does not open, at most three or five days, I'm afraid it will be messed up..."

His name is Liu Peng, from Deyang Prefecture.

The family was originally quite well, but after being hit by disaster, they were robbed, and their family was disbanded and became refugees.

Therefore, he knew very well that although the refugees seemed to have hope in half a year and were very calm and harmonious, once there was insufficient food, the fragile balance was instantly exposed.

Nothing else, I'm afraid of hunger.

Bitting the steamed bun, thinking and worrying in his heart, Liu Peng turned around and left.

His movements were very flexible. Although the market was crowded at this time, it did not affect him. He turned left and right and soon entered the "refugee town".

It is said to be a town, but most of them are still shacks. In half a year, it is naturally impossible to let tens of thousands of people have residences. Most of the construction is completed at this time.

After a quick glance, he lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away. Soon, he arrived at an empty square.

Here, it is also crowded, but it is not buying food, but someone is serving porridge.

After working for relief, there was still a place to spread porridge in the town of Liumin, but the scale was not as large as before, and it was only guaranteed to not starve to death.

Liu Peng squeezed in and helped to serve the porridge.

Unlike the chaos of the market, the order here is very good, and everyone is queuing in a steady manner, not fighting or scrambling, not quarrel or making trouble.

"Master."

Looking at the person beside him, Liu Pan had respect and admiration.

“How about the market?”

Under the washed white monk's robe, there was a slightly thin monk who was aware of sex.

For half a year, he has been busy in this refugee town.

Mediate disputes, cook porridge, preach Buddhist scriptures, and help with labor and building houses. Over the days, I have become a little thinner.

"Reply to Master. The market is a bit messy. I'm afraid that those three-legged cat yamen runners in the yamen will not be able to last for too long..."

Liu Pan replied respectfully.

"I don't know what happened in Qingzhou City..."

Avoid sex and sigh softly.

After a pause, he added:

"The little monk has not yet become a master, so how can he be qualified to accept disciples? Besides, you and I have no fate, at least, there is no relationship between master and disciple."

"hey-hey."

Liu Peng scratched his head and smiled silly, then remembered something and lowered his voice:

"By the way, Master. I accidentally discovered that there are a lot of swords in the town. It is obvious that people from the martial arts world who are good at martial arts are all very powerful and extremely powerful!"

"Many people in the world?"

Jiese frowned immediately, thinking that the Qingzhou city gate was closed, an incredible thought emerged in his heart.

‘Is anyone going to attack Qingzhou City?!’

"Yes, there are a lot of masters. Although they hide very well, they can't resist too many of them..."
To be continued...