[The "second update tomorrow" mentioned in the previous chapter is 9.2 updates, don't understand it wrong. It's impossible to update the double updates tonight...]

Wei County, Jizhou, in a wooded forest in the southern suburbs of Yuancheng.

Guan Yu, Xiahou Dun and fifty-five people dismounted and rested for a while. They either buried the pot to make rice, or drank horses and fed grass.

"Brother, there are many tribes in the clan, don't worry anymore!" Cao Ren and Xiahou Dun sat together and comforted in a low voice.

When Xiahou Dun heard this, he just shook his head.

Before leaving the mountain, there was a letter from my family saying that the Yellow Turban soldiers were everywhere and Qiao County was not spared. The elders of the two clans discussed and moved their clans to Luoyang, the capital to temporarily avoid the military disaster. The parents of Cao Ren and Xiahou Dun were also among the migrants.

"Before you and I left home, I had suggested to them that 'The thieves and riots would arise, it would be better to avoid the disaster of the White Tiger'. They all rejected them in one sentence." Xiahou Dun sighed.

"It's useless to think too much. When the Julu incident comes, you and I will go to the capital. By the way, Ahweng once said in his letter that most of the younger generations of the two clans, such as Zilian and Miaocai, have gone to Mengde to fight for the thief and make meritorious achievements and gain fame. I don't know if you and I can meet with you and my brothers in this trip?"

"Meng De is in Yingchuan, Yuzhou, and you and I are going to Julu, Jizhou, to go in the opposite direction, how can we meet?"

"What a pity. I originally wanted Zi Lian and the others to see the power of my immortal skills!"

"There will be a chance in the future!"

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard Gao Lu shouting: "Stop!!"

Everyone looked in the sound. A five-foot boy with a ragged shirt and muddy body was standing on tiptoe, pulling a horse's mane, holding his black little hand hard, and grabbing the cloth bag on the horse's back.

The horse was hurt by being pulled, "Herod's" roared, and at the same time, he raised his hind legs and kicked his feet hard!

"Swoosh!"

Guan Yu suddenly jumped out from the side, hugged the child, rolled on the spot, barely avoiding the raised horse hooves.

In an instant, rabbits rise and fall!

It was not until Guan Yu and the others got up from the grass that everyone realized and breathed a little relieved.

I had to go forward to find out the situation, and a group of people slowly walked out of the woods.

She was as thin as a mummy skeleton, ragged and dirty, holding a skeleton with a broken clay pot, or leaning on the bark of the tree, and staggeringly walking.

Refugees?

Pan Feng and others frowned.

Because of the little king, Yanzhou had not yet started a war, and there were few wars and disasters, which were quite calm. However, Jizhou had just passed through a county and encountered refugees. The war was in chaos and the suffering of the common people.

"Ahon!"

The little boy who had just been saved shook Guan Yu's big hand and jumped toward a man with a dull eyes in the refugee group.

"Dare you ask the hero's name?"

"A small man under the throne of the Yan throne in Baihu Mountain, his name is not worth mentioning."

"Thank you, the White Tiger Warrior, for saving my grandson!"

Among the refugees, an old man with a stick in his sixties gave a thank-you gift to Guan Yu.

Guan Yu dared not accept it, so he sideways and asked the old man again, "Listen to Grandpa's voice, are you from Youzhou?"

"That's right." The old man's aura was quite scattered. Perhaps he was a little tired from the road. After a while, he said, "We were originally from Youbeiping, Youzhou. We were plagued by locusts last year. Now we are in chaos again. The grain, rice and clothes were stolen by the thieves, and it is hard to survive the winter. I have no choice but to live up to the whole clan."

"Where is Grandpa going?"

"I want to go to the capital to beg for food."

Capital?

Guan Yu and others glanced at the old man's weak body and remained silent.

After staying for a while, everyone set off. Before leaving, they took some dry rice from their bags and left the rice.

Pan Feng also took out a pear from his arms and handed it to the child, muttering: "This fruit is what the little king stuffed with me before leaving. I can't bear to eat along the way. Now, I'll give it to you now."

Fifty-five rode a horse and left, and a group of refugees knelt down and thanked him.

The child held the pear branches in one hand and held the fruit in the other hand. He jumped to the old man and reached out and handed it: "Grandma, fruit."

"Good grandson, grandma doesn't want to eat, you can eat it." The old man touched the child's messy hair and said with a smile.

While the grandfather and grandson were having fun, the child's father suddenly shouted: "Little King? Little King! Little King of Baihu Mountain, Yanzhou!"

The old man frowned and looked at his crazy son. He was about to reprimand him, but suddenly he realized - King Yan of Baihu Mountain! The merchants said that the immortal real person who could use immortal magic to summon the dragon!

Unexpectedly, the benefactor who "helps food and saves life" came out of the throne of Yan.

Since the disciples do good deeds like this, the "King Yan" should also eat without hesitation.

Similar scenes appeared in many places in Jizhou. Groups of refugees changed to Yanzhou, flocked to Jiyin County, and rushed to Baihu Mountain.

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Outside Julu City, in the official camp, above the school grounds.

A mysterious warrior holding a long sword in his hand, waiting for him in a strong battle. Three feet above his body, a young girl in brocade clothes floated on the sky.

"Haha, Miss Du, you lost all your magic power, and you only have one flying sword left. You can't defeat Li's long sword! Why not just admit defeat!"

The Xuanjia Warrior said this proudly, and the young girl who stepped on the sword screamed. With a quick wave of her hand, she ran to the warrior to kill her again.

Thorn, pick, chop, and slash. Although no one holds it, they move around and turn, and use all the best.

However, the Xuanjia samurai sword technique is indeed good. He slashed left and right, responded calmly. Although his forehead was covered with sweat, he finally blocked the power of the flying sword!

The little lady Du's face was so angry that she was bloated, but she still couldn't do anything to the Xuan Armored Warrior. The Bidou was in a stalemate for a while.

There were several people watching the battle under the school grounds.

"Master Du, this is just for fun, there is no need to worry!" The fat man with a fat muscle and a wide face and a square mouth tightly grabbed the sermon with a red and white face beside him and said with a smile, "Li Jue is a general under my command, and he knows the right position."

"The sword without eyes is not a joke!" The scholar could not break free from the fat man's pull, so he shouted angrily at the Xuan Armored Warrior, "Li Zhiran, stop quickly!"

There were two other children watching the battle.

One of the women was so angry that they clenched their fists and screamed, but they were stopped by the soldiers in front of them, which was useless.

Another boy pointed at the sky suddenly, and at the moment when he stopped the soldiers from looking up subconsciously, he took advantage of the situation to jump into the schoolyard. Before he could get on stage, he pulled out a small short bow from his waist, put an arrow on the string, and "swoosh swish swish swish", and then went straight to the warrior's storefront three arrows.

Caught off guard, the warrior almost got hit and was attacked by a young girl flying sword, and was immediately in a hurry.

"Damn it!" The warrior was furious and slashed several times. After earning a little free time, he took off the ox horn bow behind him and made a gesture to shoot.

Seeing this, the scholars in the audience were immediately anxious, pulled out the long sword from their waists, and angrily slashed at the eight-foot fat man: "Dong Zhongying, withdraw your hand!"

The fat man then smiled and let the scholar go to the stage. The battle between the two sides stopped.

The Xuanjia Warrior was sheathed with a knife, and strode back to the fat man, standing in a solemn manner. His previous pride was swept away, as if he was two people.

The fat man, looking at the big and three little boys, left without calling one, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thoughts were not enough.

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In a tent in the Guanjun camp.

Durolo lay softly on the straw mat, looking depressed.

"Lolomo is discouraged. It's not too late to deal with that big man when your magic power turns back!"

"Sister Luo Luo is not considered defeat today."

"Be good at Lolo!"

The three of them were comforting Xiao Luoluo carefully, and someone suddenly came outside the tent.

Du Ji lifted the curtain and saw that it was Liu Bei, the disciple of Lu Zhonglang, and his newly recognized brother Zhang Fei.

"That fat guy really made the powerful generals under his command compete with Xiao Luoluo?" Zhang Fei glared at him and asked.

Du Ji sighed and nodded.

"I don't know who wins and who loses?" Liu Xuande asked curiously.

When Xiao Luoluo heard this question, his little face wrinkled even more. Du Ji hurried forward and comforted him again.

Zhang Fei also advised him: "Be good Luo Luo, I will beat Li Jie later and vent your anger!"

The camp was bustling, and someone came to visit again.
Chapter completed!