Blue and White Society Chapter 492: The army is coming
The refugees were confused at first, but after eating the hot porridge, they all became obedient citizens.
With a full stomach, many of them cried bitterly and spontaneously thanked the members.
They thought they were going to die, and they knew what the world was like. They lost the ability to rely on themselves, and they couldn't entrust themselves to the big family as slaves. The rest is actually waiting to die.
The imperial court doesn't care about them, let alone the wealthy family, they all want to wait for them to starve to death.
But how can people starve to death? After they ate everything they could eat on the road, they would either kill each other, or they could only go crazy and loot the rich.
In the case of paying a lot of casualties, they finally robbed several small wealthy families desperately, and survived for a few more days.
But this only enraged the wealthy family even more, and several surrounding families immediately sent troops to destroy them, killing them to pieces.
The 400,000 came here after breaking down. When I came here and saw Sister You waiting for a few high-ranking monks, I was extremely desperate, so I planned to do my best.
As a result, the situation turned around, and he actually had a full meal. In the infinite darkness, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light, and his gratitude was indescribable.
"The common people go to the immortal..."
"Porridge for disaster relief..."
"Asylum refugees..."
Several immortals who Yu Jianfei went around to promote, said a lot, and they couldn't remember anything else, but these few key words were really heard.
One by one knelt down and howled, shouting for the true immortal of life.
But there were too many people, and those who were eating in front blocked the people behind by kneeling like this.
Master Gou fell to the ground and shouted directly: "Don't be a fairy, don't eat too much, continue cooking porridge if you can move, and let the others make room for the people behind to eat."
"You guys, help maintain order, hurry up!"
Master Gou pulled and kicked, beating and scolding without ambiguity at all, and finally let the refugees who had finished eating in front of him get out of the way, and some clever people also stepped forward to help.
As more and more people helped, the scene became more and more orderly.
The identity of a cultivator is a great deterrent, especially when he heard that he was a commoner cultivator, and he promised to protect them. The refugees suddenly had hope in their hearts and became more honest.
Many refugees obviously haven't eaten for too long.
All of them were so hungry that they looked like dead bones. These refugees took a large bowl of hot porridge, and poured it into their stomachs regardless of whether it was hot or not.
Often after eating, I still want to continue eating, staring at the cauldron of hot porridge in the distance.
How can you overeat after being hungry for too long? They were all dragged away and slapped twice by disobedient ones. To maintain order and avoid chaos.
Even so, Mo Qiongfei was flying in the air, and he still saw many refugees coming from afar, and they fell to the ground before reaching the porridge.
Mo Poor flew down and saw that he was already dead.
Some refugees even just drank a bowl of hot porridge, showed a satisfied smile, and died when their heads tilted...
"Shangxian... help me..." A skeleton-like old man knelt in front of Mo Poor with an unconscious **** his back.
The girl was in a coma, and she couldn't drink the porridge. It's not uncommon for a 400,000 person to die.
Mo Poor's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly thought, can the magic power of a cultivator maintain his vitality?
Just do it when you think of it, Mo Poor immediately moved his soul slightly, and passed a ray of mana.
Not to mention, mana is full of vitality, and it seems to be able to supplement all the nutrients and energy needed by the human body.
Mo Poor's primordial spirit can see that the cells have absorbed a little mana, as if being nourished.
"It's no wonder that immortal cultivators bigu. Mana can sustain life. It doesn't need to digest grains and turn them into heat to supply cells." Mo Qiong's eyes lit up.
Mo Poor repeated so many times, and gave mana to many refugees who seemed to be unable to survive, and finally stabilized them, allowing them to persist until they could eat.
"Mana crosses people, it can save lives!" Mo Poor hurriedly informed Sister You and the others of the situation.
When everyone heard about it, they hurriedly went around to help others.
However, soon, Sister You and the others were squeezed dry.
Too many people and too little mana.
"Oh... no wonder." Sister You pointed to the vast sea of people and said, "Immortal Dao also has unique productivity. Before the Niwan Palace is opened, the mana cannot be retained, and it dissipates after passing through the body once. The mana that can sustain a cultivator without food for a day can only be maintained for a moment in a mortal's body."
"In this way, how can the immortal cultivators just leave for the untouchables in their eyes, just to maintain their vitality. This kind of thing can be done even if they are full. They don't bother to do it."
"Although we are willing to do it, 400,000 people, not to mention our Yuanshen stage, even the Yuanying and Yuanjing stages, will not be able to disperse. A few hundred people are enough to squeeze us dry."
If you want the energy to remain in the body of a mortal for a long time, it must be a elixir if it is not a spiritual thing.
Cultivators in this world have also created bigu pills.
It is similar to mana crossing people's hanging life. It uses aura to supply vitality, but it will not dissipate easily. Even for mortals, the elixir will lock mana in the body for a long time and supply it continuously, which is equivalent to the human body. Energy accumulator.
Ordinary people eat one grain, but they will not eat for a month. But things like Bigu Dan are difficult to popularize, and hundreds of thousands of them cannot be mass-produced and distributed to refugees.
No group of cultivators would do this, wasting a lot of time and materials, trying to make hundreds of thousands of refugees not have to eat for a month: Am I sick? Are you done eating? Want to waste me in alchemy?
This is not a world where everyone cultivates immortals.
"Alas..." Mo Poor's mana was exhausted, and he calmly absorbed the spiritual energy.
He submerged in consciousness, looked inside the Niwan Palace, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the lotus platform holding the primordial spirit...
"Huh? Apart from pills, spiritual objects can also be used...is this a spiritual object?" Mo Qiong thought about it, and directly manipulated the primordial spirit to skim off a few lotus petals and shoot them out of the Niwan Palace.
"Shua!" A few blue lights fell from the center of the eyebrows to the palm of the hand, and Mo Qiong took a look, it was really a plant!
Contains strong energy, and it has a substantial touch in the palm of your hand.
"I co-authored Adaptive Seeds, and really planted exotic flowers and plants in my Niwan Palace! Is there a field in Niwan Palace?" Mo Poor was astonished, and then overjoyed.
Isn't this a spiritual thing? Regardless of whether it is something like an innate spiritual root, anyway, this Qinglian is a treasure of heaven and earth.
Mo Poor pinched a piece, flicked it with his fingers, and shot it at a dying refugee, and it fell into his mouth.
The refugee was excited, his face was rosy immediately, as if a strong energy filled his body, he became much more energetic all of a sudden, and his body stopped shaking and trembling.
Mo Qiong's primordial spirit inspected and found that the refugee was full of energy, and a lotus petal slowly melted in his body, but the progress could last at least ten days.
"Good stuff! Lord Gou! The spiritual roots grown from the seeds are equivalent to bigu pills when you pick off your thumb." Mo Poor shouted hastily.
After hearing this, Lord Gou also reacted, and scraped a few leaves from his brain.
Since he and Mo Qiong have been farming in the Niwan Palace, they haven't cultivated the primordial spirit. They spend all their time absorbing spiritual energy and feeding it to their spiritual roots. Much faster than their Yuanshen.
The two people of Manadu were quickly drained, but the spiritual roots grown from the seeds could still give up a lot of pieces.
"What is this?" Sister You and the others didn't know about it, so they asked quickly.
Mo Poor told him about his attempt to plant seeds in Niwan Palace, and everyone was overjoyed.
Containers and derivatives are often open and hung in reality. Adaptive seeds can grow ordinary wheat on the bottom, and special things like danmu on the top. Now in the world of cultivating immortals, parasitic Niwan Palace , and a spiritual root like a treasure of heaven and earth was planted.
"If you feed like this, it's not enough for 400,000 people, let's see if it can be dissolved in water!" Sister You suggested.
Bosnia and Herzegovina also proposed the same. He knows exotic flowers and plants, and he can make tea with them.
Mo Qiong gave it a try, and sure enough, a few lotus petals were kneaded into powder and soaked in a large pot of water, and it immediately became a pot of spiritual soup.
Although the effect is diluted, as long as the refugees are not dead for a while, it is enough. Mortals still rely on grains to survive.
Grandpa Gou made a pot of spirit soup, and Mo Poor poured it out. For this reason, the bark of the spirit tree in Niwan Palace was stripped off, and all the leaves and branches were picked off.
I saw Mo Poor holding up the liquid with his primordial spirit, jetting it out drop by drop, and each drop fell into a different mouth.
For a while, the sky was full of flowers and rain, and Mo Qiong wandered over the dark crowd, constantly pouring psychic liquid.
Whether it is still moving or dying in a coma, the liquid is forcibly ingested from the mouth with extreme precision. If the mouth is too tight, it will be good to **** on the lips.
Although one person can't last long after eating a few grams of spiritual liquid, it's still possible to get the time to wait in line for porridge.
"Sister You! There is an army approaching from the northwest!" Just as the 400,000 refugees were able to eat porridge alive, Jiang Long reported mentally.
Jiang Long has been standing guard on the outside, just in case the enemy came, and now he really came.
"How many people? Are there any immortal cultivators?" Sister You asked, she was not in a hurry, even if they were not good at their skills, technological weapons were not built. Unless there are some senior monks who are free to kill the refugees.
"There is only one immortal cultivator. I don't know the realm, but he wants to fight with me..." Jiang Long said.
Mo Poor immediately said: "I'll go!"
You sister asked: "Be careful! If you lose, our high-energy plasma cannon will support you!"
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