There's something wrong with my master.

Many people could not survive and had to become refugees, walking along the way, hoping to find a place where they could survive.

There was also a locust plague in Yun Changsheng's village.

In those years, except for the landlords, ordinary families could only barely make ends meet and had no food reserves.

It snowed again that winter.

When every household had something to eat, they would eat behind closed doors and put a knife on the table.

Later, some old people froze to death or starved to death, and their descendants buried them.

The next day, the tomb was dug up and the old man's body was gone...

Later, when someone froze to death, they were not buried and their bodies were left at home to stink.

Half a month later, elderly people started to disappear in the village, and people told others that they had died and been buried.

If someone passes by the village and does not stay overnight, it's fine. If they do, the person will be gone.

Gradually, more children disappeared in the village...

too messy.

A very prestigious person established a rule that every household must have someone pass down incense.

After this rule came into being, the eldest son in every family survived that winter.

Yun Changsheng's mother took Yun Changsheng and took him to meet another widow in broad daylight.

The widow had a son and a daughter. The daughter went with Yun Changsheng's mother, while Yun Changsheng stayed in the widow's house.

In the middle of the night.

The two families met secretly. The two widows wiped their tears and told Yun Changsheng and the little girl to run away...

Yun Changsheng nodded obediently and ran out of the village with the little girl.

At that time, he was powerless to stop it and could only run.

Yun Yi, who used to be a little fat boy, has become pale and thin due to hunger. He said he wanted to replace his younger brother.

He knew that a child could hardly survive in an environment with only snow and no grass.

Yun Changsheng refused.

The two brothers hugged each other and sobbed for a while, then separated.

Yun Changsheng cut off the little girl's braids and called her "Brother Yu".

The two men drifted along the way, turning over grass roots in the snow. The chilblains on their hands were bleeding and then scabbing due to the low temperature.

Later, they met a group of refugees.

They heard that Yun Changsheng could read, so they took Yun Changsheng and his younger brother Yu with them.

They went to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Yun Changsheng to write their names on the paper.

A group of refugees are indeed more powerful than two kids.

The refugees had their own territory. At night they would cook a big pot of soup with some grass roots and tree bark, and share it among everyone, which would allow them to barely get through the day.

When they left, they packed up all the tree bark and grass roots in the area and took them away. A few children and lone refugees behind them could only watch helplessly.

They were injured and sick, which seriously affected their travel, so the refugee group did not want them.

Some of them were so cruel that they left some tree bark and grass roots, but they could only last them for two days.

In this chaotic world, we finally encountered robbers.

A group of refugees had nothing, but the robbers still wanted to rob.

In troubled times, people are commodities and resources.

There were several large pots where the robbers were stationed, filled with broken bones and thick water boiling in them.

The adults in the refugee group stood up.

They looked at the children at the back of the line. Some of these children's parents had died, while some of their parents were standing at the front of the line.

Some children were taken in by refugees out of compassion.

Each child had a booklet in his arms and a bag of bark and grass roots on his back.

"My name is Li Ergou."

"My name is Qian San."

"My name is Zhang Tianlong."

"..."

The refugees called out their names in a disorganized voice, and then shouted to all the children behind them.

"Everyone, run away, spread out. If you can survive, remember to call us daddy during the sacrifice. Our names are all written down on paper, don't call us by the wrong name!"

Only dad.

Because the women in the refugee group can still survive.

The robbers also tacitly agreed not to kill women unless they fought back desperately.

They are called robbers, but in fact they are not much better than refugees.

This fight wasn't passionate at all.

Everyone was exhausted.

It's difficult to walk, let alone run.

There was no shouting or screaming, because that would be a waste of energy.

You can't kill someone with just your fists; you need to use sharp objects to attack vulnerable parts.

Refugees have knives, robbers have knives too, but whether it is a sickle, scissors or machetes, only a few people have them.

The rest held stones and wooden forks.

Some people were leaning on crutches and gasping for breath, but they still walked towards the robbers step by step.

There are two groups of people, but both are in trouble. One group of people in trouble makes things difficult for the other group of people in trouble.

The snow was splashed red.

All the children had already started running, stumbling around.

Brother Yu and Yun Changsheng eventually separated.

Half a month later, Yun Changsheng finally crossed the barren mountains and entered the city.

The city is indeed better than the villages in the mountains, and no indigenous people have starved to death, but when the refugees come to the city, they still need to fight for their lives.

Yun Changsheng was fighting with a group of people for a steamed bun.

After eating a lot of tree bark, his stomach could no longer digest the food. His belly was so bloated that going to the toilet was a torture for him. He really needed this white flour bun.

He got it, but was beaten half to death.

When he was dying, he met the most important person in his life, Lin Xi.

[I will not do anything that Master does not like, and I will not touch anything that Master does not allow. Master is sacred.]

Because he had suffered so much, he was extremely grateful to the woman who accepted him as her disciple.

"If it happens again, just get off the mountain!"

So this is what Master doesn’t allow?

Did he misunderstand?

How can you blaspheme Master like this!

You deserve to die!

Yun Changsheng, you deserve to die!

Hurry and die!!

How could you have such a dirty thought!

Why don't you just die? !

[You just want to sleep with her, admit it, admit it now. ]

[Hahahaha, you don't want to desecrate her? Then I will let those dirty thoughts linger in your heart day and night! ]

[Whether you are awake or I have the upper hand, you will never be able to shake off those dirty thoughts! ]

[Hahahaha, you take liking someone as accommodating them, are you trying to be funny? ]

[I am you. What I think is what you think. Admit it now. Admit it now. Hahahaha! ]

The black spiritual power is spreading.

Wrap the entire ship.

The talking had long since stopped.

Lin Duoduo let Yun Changsheng bite her shoulder. She just comforted him softly and patted Yun Changsheng's back with her bare hands.

"It's not your fault, I allowed it."

"I promised you that I would be your Taoist partner."

"I promised you that I would be responsible for you."

"I was the one who pushed you down and kissed you first."

"I asked you to massage my feet."

"These are what I promised you and allowed you to do."

"It's not your fault."

"I really don't blame you."

"Stop blaming yourself. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Chapter 32: The Wanderer Returns Home

Full moon and starry sky.

A huge ship was floating in the night sky. The ship was intricately decorated and had a faint elegant fragrance, like a woman's boudoir.

White clouds float in the dark night.

The boat was moving very slowly, being very careful not to make any noise, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

On board.

The spiritual tea on the table had already cooled down.

A young man rested his head on the woman's knees. He frowned from time to time, and his moon-white robe was soaked with cold sweat.

The soft palm gently stroked the boy's brow, and his frown slowly relaxed.

Time stopped at this moment.

Apart from the boy's breathing, there was no other sound around.

It is as quiet as a painting painted with brush and ink, with only scenery but no sound.

After a while.

The picture suddenly moved, the boy's hand groped around, and the woman extended her hand and shook hands with him.

As if he had grasped everything in his heart, the boy slept peacefully throughout the night.

After a long time, a hint of dawn appeared in the east.

Seeing that the young man had not woken up, the woman looked up and a certain formation on the ship was activated. The roof of the ship simulated the night sky and it became dark on the ship again.

After this sleep, it was three days later when I woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the night sky above the ship slowly dissipated, and he saw the woman's face with some confusion: "Master?"