"Brother Yang, with your talent, you will definitely rise to the sky in the future. However, remember not to join those forces that have never been heard of, but are extremely generous and mysterious."

"Um?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. Before he could ask, Wang Jingqi bowed and left.

Dozens of riders were like one man, but before long, they were gone.

"I haven't heard of it, but extremely generous and mysterious force?"

Turning around, Yang Yu seemed to be thinking.

"This must not mean us!"

The Wonderful Dharma Master shuddered:

"Although I, Moyun Sect, have no reputation, we are definitely not generous!"

“…”

The old Taoist Miaoyun turned his head silently, unable to bear to look at him.

It took less than two days before, and the image of his senior brother in his mind took a sharp turn for the worse like a flood discharge.

"...Check it out and leave when it's bright."

Yang Yu was speechless, patted his shoulder, turned back to the room, thinking about the true gang and the Qinglong Nine Killing Sword Technique that he had not yet practiced.

...

...

As soon as the sky was dawn, Yang Yu left.

Several Taoist priests from Moyun Sect were unwilling to do so, but they all carried large and small bags of them, and most of them were dry food.

First, the gold and silver in Deyang Prefecture almost depreciated to the bottom, and second, these poor Taoist priests were really afraid of hunger.

Yang Yu still had only one single knife, and the role of mustard seed space was extremely effective. Just by emptying hands, he was very satisfied. This was much more cost-effective than melting black iron into the body.

When I left the manor, I saw a desolate area. I walked by ten miles or hundreds of miles, but there was no one there. It was not until I saw Deyang Prefecture City from afar that I saw the vast hungry people.

And the porridge sheds where smoke from cooking was rising.

"It's so miserable."

Seeing this scene, all the hearts were filled with gratitude, and the master of the Miao Dharma also felt it:

"These officials of Deyang Prefecture are so bad that they are not bad. Not to mention the porridge shed, they cannot live at all. If Lord Nie had not arrived, I would not know how many more people would have died..."

"Nie Wendong?"

After receiving the accurate reply, Yang Yu sneered and walked towards the porridge shed.

Due to the efforts of the grain transport teams and the Six Gate Guards of various prefectures and counties, a large number of refugees were received on the plain centered on Deyang Prefecture.

Although there are no tiles covering the head, they can survive.

This is an extremely depressing scene. Everyone, including Yang Yu, fell into silence, and several old Taoists silently untied the cloth bag on their bodies.

If I hadn't given some martial arts, I'd probably have been flooded with people.

These hungry people were so hungry that they hardly knew they were hungry and full. When they saw the food, they looked green.

"A million hungry people in one mansion..."

Yang Yu also sent the dry food. As he sighed slightly, he heard a sharp cry and a figure rushed towards him.

"Who are you?"

Yang Yu's heart moved and did not let go of it. He let the thin hungry man hanging on his legs and cry loudly.

"Wow, Male Gobi!"

Looking at the hungry people who were crying and almost died, even Yang Yu was stunned:
Chapter completed!