Omnipresent God of War: Two hundred and forty-nine, the body is like a floating cloud. (Thanks for the leader of Pingchuwu)

Text 249 is like floating clouds (thanks to the leader of Pingchuwu)

In the early morning, the sky is dim.

On the official road on the edge of Heiwu Mountain, there are teams of horse-drawn carts and bullock carts, with carts of goods, accompanied by more than fifty people, slowly rushing towards Yunzhou.

On the head of the wagon convoy, there is a banner representing the caravan. Square characters are written on it.

This is a caravan going to Yunzhou.

Joining the caravan is also a disguise method that Wei He and his team came up with. When he came from Yunzhou before, he had only three blood levels because of his low cultivation base, so he had to be cautious.

But now that Wei He has forged his bones, he has already begun to practice viscera.

Wan Qingqing is also forging bones, and there are two female disciples who take care of her.

Both of them have strong muscles, thick waists and round bladders, and their strengths are also at the level of martial arts, and they are also selected from among the martial arts, with good knowledge of poison. So there is no need to be as troublesome as before.

Many Poison Gate has now added a Poison Dao course, and it has been nearly two years, and some good seedlings have also emerged.

After Wei He realized that his own way had a successor, this time he was able to use a candidate.

Don’t say anything else, as long as these two people can skillfully use some of his original medicines, as well as some of the original healing medicines of Jiuying, they are pretty good.

At this time, Wei He Wan Qingqing were in the motorcade, sitting in the carriage of the penultimate carriage. The two female martial arts disciples are riding a horse to take care of them.

For the others in the caravan, the four of them are strangers who suddenly joined in after paying money halfway.

It seems that Wei He's size and the size of the two female disciples are somewhat extraordinary.

But when you are away from home, the caravan leader who led the team is not someone who has never seen the world. It was confirmed that Wei He and the others just wanted to go to Yunzhou together, so they didn't think too much.

On the contrary, a person of the size of Wei He has some strength at first glance, and maybe he can help when encountering some danger in the middle of the road.

The leader of the Fang family is a middle-aged man named Fang Zheng.

The leader of the caravan, the golden age, is between thirty and forty-five.

During this period of time, people are over middle-aged, their strength and financial resources are also guaranteed, and they have accumulated some experience in business roads, and they are also the most suitable candidates.

This is the case for Fang Zheng. He has also practiced some martial arts himself. The wolf dart with one hand is within 30 meters.

Although his strength is only the second blood, he is well aware of the shortcomings of his lack of talent, so he additionally hires his family relatives, three martial artists with the surname Fang.

Fang Hong, Fang Sha, local chronicles.

The three are two men and one woman. One is mainly practicing leg skills, and the two are training weapons, which is considered rare.

In addition, there are also a blood guard with about twelve guards in the team.

These guards are people with poor qualifications and little financial resources to train hard.

However, under the training of Founder, the twelve people cooperated tacitly, and they played a lot in critical times.

The rest are ordinary guards, which can be considered to save money.

The carriage slowly rolled its wheels.

Wei He stayed with Wan Qingqing in the car for a while and got out of the car. He chased him a few steps forward and came to a small carriage in the middle.

The carriage curtain was opened, revealing a small window inside. The side of the window was full of food, drinks, and daily necessities, such as scissors, needles, and insect repellents.

This is a temporary store created by a small caravan ingeniously, or it is a mobile type.

"Come on some yellow gin." Wei He handed over a few dimes in the past. Ten of these big money made from a certain animal cutin are equivalent to one golden bean, and it is also the most commonly used currency in circulation.

"Okay, how many do you want?" The seller is a bright-eyed girl who looks very clever.

The little guy has a simple ponytail. Although his skin is a bit rough due to the wind and sun, his small chest is bulging, his waist is soft and slender, and his facial features are well-defined. He is very much noticed by the men in the caravan.

"Come to six, auspicious." Wei He smiled.

Now he doesn't have to deal with a bunch of chores in the martial arts, he only needs to accompany his wife, even saying that his wife Wan Qingqing doesn't need him to accompany him. After all, she also needs to practice martial arts.

Although I am still pregnant, this kind of exercise can actually stimulate the development of the fetus and have a positive effect.

So Wei He is also free. In his free time, he uses silk energy to penetrate his internal organs to speed up the process of viscera training.

Today is the second day to join this caravan. When he arrived on the first day, he bought the yellow gin to taste it in this mobile business shop.

Nothing else, it's because the yellow gin tastes too fragrant.

After drinking one, Wei He decisively fell in love with the taste similar to the fresh oranges of the previous life.

Actually, he doesn't like sour, but the taste makes him miss it very much.

"It's not good to drink too much, Mr. Wei." The little girl kindly persuaded.

"It's okay. This bit of wine is nothing." Wei He smiled. It is really nothing. This bit of alcohol is not comparable to beer. He estimated that based on his physique, he could drink dozens of more bottles. Impossible to get drunk.

Mainly to taste the taste.

"Well, this is your wine." The little girl handed Wei He yellow gins.

This kind of wine is packed in an earth-yellow bamboo tube. One end of the bamboo tube is stuffed with a wooden stopper. It can be drunk after pulling it out. It is naturally green and pollution-free.

Taking the drink, Wei He drank it with the car, planning to go back to Wan Qingqing after the drink, so as not to affect the fetus due to the smell of alcohol.

"Uncle Wei, are you going back to visit relatives in Yunzhou this time, or what are you doing?" the little girl asked curiously from the side.

"Yes, the one who went back to visit relatives was not visiting relatives. How could they drag the family with one's mouth, but only brought such a thing." Wei He nodded.

"It's not a good time to save relatives. Yunzhou has been suffering from a famine recently, and it's very difficult." The little girl lowered her voice.

"I know, otherwise you can't make any money from the food or something your caravan sends?" Wei He smiled.

Outside he is not a sect master, but just an ordinary traveler back home.

"What's your name, little guy? Where is it from?" he asked casually.

"You can call me Fang Yongchun, Xiaochunzi is fine too. I was picked up by the team leader and raised.

As for where the family is from, who knows. But most of our team are from the same place in Yunzhou. "

"Oh? Where is Yunzhou?"

"Sioux City."

"Sucheng.... It's very close to my hometown. My hometown belongs to Feiye City." Wei He smiled.

"Feiye City....It is said that he fought fiercely with the rebellious army of Xiangto teaches before. The Hong Jiajun suffered a lot. Now there is still some chaos in the city." Fang Yongchun shook his head.

"Really? Where will your team stop? Will it pass through Feiye City?" Wei He's smile faded and asked.

"It should all be turned around. The final destination is Yunzhou Prefecture, where the grain will be exchanged for local products, and then transported back together." Fang Yongchun nodded.

"Speaking of, the last time we went there was a drought in Fucheng, and there was a shortage of water everywhere. It takes a long time to wipe the body and it is very difficult."

Xiao Chunxu babbled and greeted the customers in the caravan who came to buy things with his hands and feet from time to time.

Listening to her narration, Wei He drank the fruit wine while gradually sinking into the memories of the past.

That is his memory when he was in Feiye City.

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Yunzhou·Feiye City.

In the dark room.

Wei Chun woke up from the convulsions, sweating to support her body from the bed.

She lowered her head in silence, feeling the sweat slipping from the side of her face and dripping onto the back of her hand.

"The third time...this dream..."

Since returning to Feiye City, she took her parents at the beginning and was able to earn some food by doing hard work. The three of them barely had enough to eat.

But later, with the rebellion of Xiangtujiao, the Hong family did not suppress it in time. Half of the city’s granary was burned down, and most of the inner city was destroyed.

As a result, the food that was barely full has become half full.

Every day, the family goes out to work hungry, and then goes home to rest after dark.

I'm weak, unable to move, and I can't go anywhere after I get off work.

Such days have been going on for a long time.

When Wei Chun is in his spare time, he can't help but think of his second sister and younger brother, not knowing how they are now.

It's just that the Blackwater Gang has long since disappeared, and none of the previous acquaintances are left, and all of them are almost dead.

The acquaintances nowadays are mostly friends I met while working in the mine. They supported each other and took care of each other, and they have come all the way to the present.

"Hey..." Wei Chun sighed, walked to the water tank, picked up his special water scoop, scooped up some water and drank it.

Fortunately, since last year, the drought has recovered somewhat, and the rain has started to increase again.

For this reason, everyone can support it.

Wei Chun sorted out his clothes, opened the curtain and went out.

The sky was faintly bright outside, still at dawn.

She lives in a newly rebuilt part of the new city. There are two mud-brick houses, one for her and one for the parents next door.

Many other workers live here.

Wei Chun tightened his belt and walked out along the alley in front of the house.

Here is also a similar topographic structure.

A large area is filled with mud-brick houses inhabited by civilians, with alleys formed by high walls of large families.

Passing through the alleys~IndoMTL.com~ is one of the three new large squares in Feiye City.

"Dachun, why do you get up so early today?" A man carrying a bucket passed the alley and greeted Wei Chun.

"I woke up from a dream and got up. Did your construction start so early?" Wei Chun asked when he saw an acquaintance.

"Yeah, I have been working these days. I have to work before dawn. Fortunately, the salary is full. There is no complaint. Are you happy if you have work?" The man was satisfied. Smile, although hard, but he smiled from the heart.

"That's true."

Wei Chun also smiled.

After brushing with the water-carrying man, she continued to turn around the alley, and soon came to an abandoned house yard full of broken bricks and wood.

The surrounding walls of the house are also broken holes. There are weeds in the yard, and there are many large holes on the roof that seem to be left by warriors after fighting.

Even the pillars used as pillars have many round holes on them, which seem to be fingerprints.

Whenever Wei Chun passes by, he likes to touch those fingerprints, and then put his fingers in to try.

In this way, she felt that she was also a martial arts master for a long time, and it was very cool.

Entering the house, she touched the openings again, and then walked to the back room.

The back room is generally the main hall, study, and bedroom area of ​​the host’s house, while the outhouse is the meeting room, reception room, and outer courtyard.

The inner room of this house is in a mess, but it is much more tidy than the outside.

On the only clearing at this time, an old man with gray hair was lying on a hand-woven wicker chair basking in the sun, looking drowsy.

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