Dragon Blood Valkyrie

Chapter 931 Refugees
Although Hong Chengtong is only a small commander, but because of the super strong swordsmanship that he has just displayed, his status has been rapidly improved in the minds of the generals and Wang Lang, and he is no longer close to being on an equal footing with the commanders.

And the reason for all this is because Feng Yun once taught him three sword moves.

Only three sword moves are so powerful, how powerful will Fengyun's best swordsmanship be?

In fact, none of the people present knew that Fengyun's swordsmanship, saber technique or palm technique were equally powerful, and Fengyun's own technique was terrifying.

But these people's habitual thinking thinks that since Fengyun gave Hong Chengtong the three moves casually, then these three saber moves must be moves that Fengyun himself doesn't like, or even doesn't know how to use.

After understanding all the reasons, Wang Lang hurried to Fengyun's residence with all the ten thousand commanders and thousand commanders.

At this moment, Fengyun is preparing to leave with Yu Yanqiu.

"Wang Lang can't see Mount Tai, so he still waits for the little hero to stop!" Wang Lang said hastily.

Fengyun sneered, and said: "Everyone, I, Fengyun, am just an arrogant and conceited little person. Compared with all the adults, what is Fengyun?"

After speaking, Fengyun took Yu Yanqiu away.

Yu Yanqiu actually didn't really want to leave this place. After all, if he left here, he would be in the real northern cholera land.

In Jiyuan City, although they are very excluded, and their life is much worse than that in Suyang City.

But relatively speaking, it is relatively free, and Jiyuan City is not very chaotic.

However, the path that Fengyun wants to take must experience life and death, comprehend life and death, and control life and death.

Find the true realm of life and death.

Only then can Fengyun become a patriarchal martial artist.

Fengyun only has one chance, and it must take a lifetime to comprehend, once Fengyun dies in this world.

Fengyun understands that he will never have another chance to become a patriarchal martial artist.

Wang Lang and several staff took turns to dissuade Fengyun, but few people can change what Fengyun decides.

Even back then, when the martial souls closest to him tried to dissuade Fengyun from doing anything, they rarely succeeded.

Besides, Fengyun originally didn't plan to stay in Jiyuan City for too long.

This is only the first stop of his experience of life and death.

There is still a long way to go.

When Fengyun left, everyone in Jiyuan City sighed and depressed.

Fengyun left Jiyuan City in this way, leaving Wang Lang and others feeling regretful.

Especially at this time, when everyone looked at Yan Kui again, if it wasn't for Yan Kui, how could Feng Yun leave Jiyuan City.

Yan Kui was also very depressed, but it was too late to say anything now. Now, almost all the commanders, commanders, city lords, and even some ordinary soldiers were very angry with him.

……

After leaving Jiyuan City, Yu Yanqiu hurriedly asked: "Young master, where are we going now?"

"Of course I went to the north. I really want to see how the Hulu in the north view life and death, and what their world looks like?" Fengyun said with a slight smile.

"Are we really going?" Yu Yanqiu said with some reluctance.

Fengyun nodded and said, "Of course!"

In fact, except for Jiyuan City, it has already reached the sphere of influence controlled by the Hulu army.

It's just that because of a defeat of the Hulu army, the Hulu Tartar army here retreated hundreds of miles, so this place became a vacuum.

Originally, the scourge of war made this place sparsely populated, and now there is not even a single person in sight.

It wasn't until half a day later that Fengyun saw some fleeing Han Chinese coming from the north.

What makes Fengyun even more strange is that among these refugees, there are many people with withered grass on their heads.

"Strange, what do these people mean by planting dead grass on their heads?"

The world Fengyun originally lived in was different from the rules of this world, and after Fengyun came to this world, he didn't experience any sufferings, so naturally there are many things that he doesn't know.

Yu Yanqiu took a look at Fengyun and said, "They are selling their sons and daughters or selling themselves."

"Sell yourself?" Feng Yun looked at Yu Yanqiu and asked.

"Yes." Yu Yanqiu nodded.

There is such a thing.

Fengyun discovered that there are definitely not a few people with withered grass on their heads. After all, in this era, it is already a luxury for them to survive. As for how to survive, they don't care much.

The dresses of Fengyun and Yu Yanqiu cannot be said to be so graceful and luxurious, but they are countless times better than those of these fleeing refugees.

At this moment, a trembling middle-aged man pulled a little girl to Fengyun's side, and said: "This good man, please do me a favor, ten coppers will do, and the girl is twelve, you can be an ox or a horse." Everything works!"

The little girl swallowed fiercely. At this moment, she was starving.

Feeling pity in Yu Yanqiu's heart, she hastily turned her head to look at Fengyun.

Fengyun shook his head lightly.

Now he can save one person, ten people, or even hundreds of thousands.

But there are absolutely no fewer than tens of thousands of refugees here, how could I possibly save them.

And the one here is saved, what should I do next if I meet him again?
Whatever you do, you must do what you can. Fengyun is not a kind person, he only does what he insists on and what he thinks he can do.

Yu Yanqiu didn't expect Fengyun to have such a ruthless side deep in his heart.

"Hmph, if you don't save me!" Yu Yanqiu said angrily.

Then he took out a piece of bread, handed it to the little girl who was about to starve to death, and said, "Little sister, you can eat."

The little girl hurriedly raised her hand to grab it, but how could her speed be comparable to the middle-aged man beside her.

The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the bread in Yu Yanqiu's hand, and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Because he hadn't drank water for a long time, it was very difficult to swallow the bread, and he almost choked to death.

Yu Yanqiu was furious and wanted to take action, but seeing the man in such a mess, she couldn't bear it, so she took out another piece of bread and handed it to the little girl.

This action immediately attracted countless wolves and tigers.

Yu Yanqiu was suddenly ignorant of this.

Fengyun raised his hand and drew out his long sword.

"Those who don't want to die can come and have a try!" Feng Yun said coldly.

At this time, Yu Yanqiu realized that at this moment, hundreds of refugees had already surrounded this place.

As for the refugees in the distance, they haven't figured out what's going on, but they all stopped and looked here.

"What do you want to do?" Yu Yanqiu asked angrily.

"We... hand over the food, otherwise, don't blame us..."

After experiencing so much suffering, the northern Han people at this moment are definitely not kinder than the Hulu Tartars, but they are always afraid of the Tartars from the bottom of their hearts.

If it weren't for fear, they would be even more terrifying than the Tartars.

Fengyun will always remember the beggar children he met before leaving the cold and desolate dragon city for the first time to go to the northern ice and snow forest.

(End of this chapter)