There's something wrong with my master.

It can also destroy cities and countries, but that requires the use of something called mushroom bombs.

The beggar searched for many mushrooms and was almost poisoned to death, but in the end he did not find a mushroom that could destroy a city or a country...

The beggar’s friend also said that if the power of mortals were developed to the extreme, then the monks would be trash.

A huge ship that can catch up with the light and float in chaos.

A cannon that hits a star with every shot.

Throwing a piece of paper can turn the whole world into a painting.

Some mortal forces can even restart the entire chaos and let all things return to ruins.

That sounds awesome.

The beggar was very eager.

So he finally found a wife and had a child. He wanted to know whether his descendants would be able to see such a strong mortal.

"My uncle who was beaten into a pulp by a female nun and died young was probably just bragging."

The county magistrate took a look at the granary, and his ambitious heart was immediately poured with a bucket of cold water.

After the autumn harvest comes winter again.

In previous seasons, if there was no food, people could still eat grass roots and tree bark.

But in winter, if snow falls, it will be difficult to dig out even the grass roots.

The granary door was closed.

The young master carried the sedan chair back to the county government office.

Taozi, dressed in the clothes of a detective, was squatting inside with a steamed bun in his hand.

Seeing the county magistrate coming back, he quickly ate the steamed bun in three or two bites and then shook his head.

"Gone."

The county magistrate looked at the steamed bread crumbs at the corners of his constable and the chief clerk's mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

These two guys didn't even take him with them when they went out to eat.

Also, if you want to eat, can you hide and eat it? It's too embarrassing to squat in the yamen and eat steamed buns.

"There are several gangs of bandits in the mountains recently."

Lin Yu wiped the corners of his mouth to remove the steamed bread crumbs.

It's not that he's really living such a miserable life, but since everyone is living such a miserable life, it's not easy for him to stand out.

I originally wanted to ask an elder of the Gu tribe to visit the monks here to see if the problem here can be resolved.

However, he was told by the elder of the Gu tribe that outsiders were prohibited from entering this place.

"Ah."

The county magistrate adjusted his official hat and nodded.

It is very normal to go up the mountain and become a bandit when you are hungry.

"They even made up a slogan: Kill the dog officials and return the grain to the people."

"Since shouting this slogan, more and more people have gathered. Now the bandits on that mountain are huge in scale."

When Lin Yu said this, he glanced at the officials in the yamen and added another sentence.

"These people probably can't stand it."

"Where is General Wang?" the county magistrate asked upon hearing this.

All the soldiers in the county are under the command of this general.

"General Wang is planning the best escape route for you."

"...?"

The county magistrate looked outside the yamen and was silent for a long time.

"If they want to steal food, let them do it."

"People should have hope when they are alive."

After saying that, he shook his head. He was really not very good at being an official.

Sometimes he would wonder whether the problem was with the world or with him.

"how about you?"

"I?"

……

……

Another half month passed.

The group of bandits shouting slogans actually rushed down the mountain.

Many of them were rural villagers who took a hoe and went up the mountain in the middle of the night and dared to call themselves bandits.

However, it was a group of rabble. The county magistrate, who was guarding the granary, used his light skills to swoop down a few times in the crowd with a stick, and the group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

It was the next morning.

The county magistrate pointed at the thin porridge mixed with bran in the pot with an extremely arrogant attitude and a very bad tone.

"You are a bunch of losers, you are only fit to eat these things!"

After saying this, he looked at the group of starving refugees with contempt.

Many people clenched their fists. If they were not so hungry, they would have wanted to throw the bowl away.

They cursed the dog officials in their hearts, but due to the force displayed by the county magistrate last night, they only dared to curse in their hearts.

For the time being, they didn't have the courage to curse the county magistrate directly.

"We won't be able to go on like this for long. When we encounter difficulties, we should unite as one to overcome them."

Lin Yu followed the county magistrate, waving his cheap folding fan.

Back then in that world of ice and snow, all the Gu tribe members combined their strength into one, and finally they walked out of that haunted place.

"Let's wait and see." The county magistrate shook his head.

Then he put his hands behind his back and walked into the yamen.

In the days that followed, this small county town had a new show.

Every few days, many county residents would turn into bandits and try to break into the granary to steal food.

And the brave and invincible county magistrate was always able to fight off the enemies.

His attitude became more arrogant day by day.

Sometimes he would take a wine jug and a few cakes from Yihongyuan and eat outside the granary until his face was flushed.

Taozi also wanted to eat cakes, so she sat next to the granary. When the county magistrate went out to fight, she took the cakes away with her.

……

……

In the Cloud Mansion.

Yun Changsheng also took a pot of wine, sat on the roof, and watched the chaotic scenes outside.

Lin Xi sat next to him, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

The night wind gently blew across the hems of their clothes, and everything outside seemed out of place with this mansion.

"Eat?"

"The last one."

Lin Xi handed over the chicken leg in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Yun Changsheng took the chicken leg from Lin Xi and ate it slowly.

After eating the chicken leg, he smelled a familiar fragrance, so he tilted his head. After seeing the familiar thing, his expression suddenly relaxed.

Lin Xi took out a pot from the storage ring, pointed his finger down, and the bottom of the pot slowly heated up.

What is hot in the pot is a pot of crane meat.

"...How long have you been letting it go?"

This looks like the white crane he cooked on Four Seasons Mountain hundreds of years ago?

"Want to eat?"

Lin Xi asked again.

Seeing Yun Changsheng's disdainful look, she didn't care much. When the meat in the pot was heated up, she picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece, and chewed it slowly.

"If you like, I can make it for you every day in the future." Yun Changsheng frowned. Seeing Lin Xi eating happily, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's a deal." Upon hearing this, Lin Xi's eyebrows curved like two crescent moons.

In fact, she had already forgotten about the pot of meat, but she saw a group of people outside fighting for a bite of food.

She inexplicably remembered the unfinished pot of meat and felt it was a shame to waste it, so she took it out of her storage ring and prepared to finish the pot of meat.

"Compared to Yue'er's craftsmanship, it's still a little bit worse."

Lin Xi ate and commented at the same time, and even snatched the wine pot from Yun Changsheng's hand and started eating with mouthfuls of wine and meat.

If she didn't use her spiritual power to get rid of the drunkenness, her alcohol tolerance would be very poor.

After just half a pot of wine, those starry eyes became misty, her head felt dizzy, and her body unconsciously leaned towards Yun Changsheng.

"The county magistrate won't last long."

"Ah."

Yun Changsheng nodded upon hearing this.

He actually didn't care much about the county magistrate's affairs and just treated them as a story.

If he didn't want to break the supreme forgetfulness, he wouldn't even look at the human world.

Instead, he sat in the mountains with Lin Xi and lived like this for hundreds and thousands of years.

The days may be dull and boring, but it’s still a long way to go before you get bored.

Once Lin Xi recovers his cultivation, Lin Duoduo will be able to come out at any time.

At that time, life will definitely be much more lively.

"Sleepy."

"Then get some sleep."

Seeing that Lin Xi was staggering, Yun Changsheng reached out his hand, picked him up, and let Lin Xi sit on his lap.

The drunken woman sought a comfortable sleeping position, and her starry eyes, shining with a misty light, gently closed.

The night was a little damp and a little cold.

Seeing this, Yun Changsheng used his magic power to dispel some of the coldness around him.

Back then, Lin Xi named him Changsheng, hoping that he could really achieve immortality.

He was actually very satisfied with the name at first.

When he first heard about cultivating immortals, he imagined flying in the sky and hiding in the ground, and thought that he would become a Taoist priest devoted to Taoism in the future.

Later, as he practiced, he deviated from his original intention of practicing Taoism.

There is no Tao in my heart, only Lin Duoduo and Lin Xi.

But he was happy with it.

Taking advantage of the darkness and wine, he picked up his sword again and painted on the vast white road.

There is a roof in the painting, and a man and a woman snuggling together on the roof.

When the sky was bright, the painting was finally finished, and Lin Xi in his arms blinked and woke up.