Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 406: The last moment
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"Hey, you heard that no, the fairy sent a message, if you finish moving the dead bodies earlier, the porridge will be sent earlier this morning."
In the shack, two old ladies in tattered clothes talk in a low voice. The sleeping person next to him was awakened, and got up all the time.
"Do you still have porridge today?"
The old lady nodded, and the man kowtow again and again, speaking of compassion. I asked the two old people who got up in the morning carefully, only to realize that the immortal had turned into big pits in eight directions in the city overnight, so that the people who died earlier who could not survive the serious illness were carried into the pit and prepared to be burned together. The source of immunity spread again.
This person has some knowledge, and he praised Lin Luoran's opinion very much, and got up to join the team carrying the dead body.
The corpses of nearly ten thousand people were also dissatisfied with the eight large pits. Lin Luoran stood high on the wall. Seeing which pit was full, a fireball went down and lit the mountain of corpses.
The fire of the five elements is comparable to non-wood burning fires. There is no scorching smell of burning corpses along the road. Those corpses quickly turn into ashes in the flames.
Everyone is in one mind, and the matter is finished before noon arrives.
On the main street of the City Lord's Fumen, more than a hundred cauldrons were again placed. It was porridge again like last night, but today it is fruit porridge. Apple, banana and mango can be diced to make porridge. After Lin Luoran's space has been stored for a long time, the fruit finally has a way out.
These fruits contain a touch of aura, which is great for the patient. She has already occupied the magical air, and she is willing to give up some fruits to ordinary people.
The fruity aroma is mixed with medicinal aroma. Gastrodia was ready to be harvested overnight. Lin Luoran and other medicinal materials were made into powder and added to the porridge, so as not to make an extra decoction.
One dose a day, three days in a row, can the symptoms of the plague disappear?
Lin Luoran looked at the loose porridge and the women who were still busy in the backyard. They could endure more hardships than she thought. They didn't rest last night, relying on more than a hundred people, and traveled all over Shanghai. Inject medicated congee into infected people who have fallen into a coma, otherwise some of them will not even survive last night.
Many people have cried secretly when they tasted the aroma of the porridge.
If the loose porridge is to make them eat their stomachs, then they are really healing.
The heat flow of the limbs after the power of the medicine dissipated, the fairy family's methods are extraordinary, but the elixir is not growing all over the street, or is it because the female fairy is willing?
If Lin Luoran could peer into people's hearts, she would be surprised by the wisdom of the people.
Save a group of ordinary people who don’t know each other, and also melted two strains of ginseng for thousands of years to replenish their vitality against the virus, so that the cultivators in the realm of comprehension will know that they will definitely have to beat their chests and feet.
Even if Lin Luoran's family is big, she must be willing to do it.
Don’t see that there are many people who are unkind in real life. Those who low-key support the students in mountain villages to do good deeds are not necessarily rich.
It has nothing to do with money, and it has nothing to do with the poor and rich. Saving money is very motivating, but how many people are willing to distribute the property in hand to do good deeds?
Thousands of years of ginseng, even if Lin Luoran’s space arrives in the new year, it is also the first batch that she planted at the beginning of her practice more than ten years ago, and most of them have been used for alchemy. She left the medicine to the Lin family.
These are the two best ginsengs left in her hands.
There was still gastrodia elata in the space that needed to be replanted, and Lin Luoran flashed into the space.
Sister Xi and her younger brother woke up and drank two bowls of porridge obediently. They didn't see the kind sister Lin. Only the seventh prince Sang Fei knew her in the city lord's mansion.
Seeing the two young children approaching him, the corners of Sang Fei's indifferent eyes melted a little.
Because of Qingluan's eyebrows, he was sent out of the palace since he was a child, and his parents are there. In fact, his life is no different from that of an orphan. This little girl named Ximei, and her brother, have also become orphans...
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Three days, for the long lifespan of the cultivator of pill formation, is the time when Baiyun Canggu will slip away inadvertently.
But for those who are struggling with death and plagues for their lives, every day, when the fever subsides, or the erythema fades, they will have more courage to face tomorrow.
Different from the anger of Twilight who was waiting to die earlier, she is looking forward to the next meal, looking forward to healing, looking forward to living.
With the desire to survive, fewer people smashed houses in the city. The thorny bad guys won't wake up, but they also know that this is not the time for them to make trouble.
Nothing to do, everyone drank the porridge, and only got together to chat.
At the beginning, I talked about how delicious this vegetable porridge is. You eat mushrooms, I eat cucumbers, or the weather is really good.
Then it's where each other came from, there are still people in the family who have survived this plague and shed tears.
But these things tossed over and over again, it sounds boring. When everyone has energy and leisure, most of these are the infected people of peasants and small businessmen or the poor in the city. In fact, they are the most curious and want to talk about. That is, where did the immortals who saved two or thirty thousand people come from?
I don’t know the name of the road. How can I feel at ease because I can’t even repay the incense in the future?
People outside the city are of course also looking forward to the situation in the city.
Especially the generals who resisted the decree and delayed the firing date. Three days have passed since Lin Luoran had spoken to save these many people. The **** in the palace of the warlord repeatedly urged, and did not believe the general's saying that the immortal was coming.
This general, surnamed Zhang, already had the clues of being a powerful master, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fight on the front lines, but he would push him to do the wicked work of burning the city. The **** can best figure out the mind of the emperor, facing General Zhang's good explanation, making things difficult in every way.
The night of the third day came as promised, and traces of the fairy were hard to find.
The eunuch's voice was sharp, "General Zhang, do you want to blatantly defy the emperor's order?"
"Zhang did not dare. It is true that the fairy has orders and dare not fail."
The **** sneered, fairy, where is the fairy?
Several lieutenants secretly gritted their teeth, not knowing whether they were trying to persuade the general to obey orders or to seek a chance for the civilians in the city. However, the sky was dark, and there was no adulteration for three days. The immortal in white clothes surpassing the snow had revealed his magical powers three days ago, but there was no more movement.
The city is also very quiet. If the tung oil lamps hanging under the eaves of the City Lord’s Mansion were not lit up in turn every night, they would suspect that Shanghai had actually become a dead city.
The immortal failed to save the two or thirty thousand people?
Yes, after all, it's not two or three people, it's not two or three hundred, it's not two or three thousand... Even if there is a fairy law, wanting to save two to thirty thousand people at the same time, is it a fantasy?
General Zhang felt sorry for him, the **** spit wildly, urging him to order the burning of the city, General Zhang was not without pressure.
He has already seen doubts about Yingguo Jinshang. He doesn't need to make any mistakes. As long as there is a little excuse, waiting for the Zhang family is definitely not a good thing.
For these many civilians, he just died.
But hundreds of people from the Zhang family, especially his eldest grandson, just made Full Moon Wine a few days ago.
He frowned, it was conscience and selfishness struggling.
The **** seemed to see a clue from it, sneered a few times, and went straight to the foreign account. He chose the high ground, took out a yellow silk scroll from his arms, and read the secret decree.
General Zhang lost the management right of 30,000 elite soldiers!
The **** held the imperial decree high, and the shrill voice spread far away in the night: "All the soldiers listen to the order, immediately burn the city! Immediately burn the city!"
General Zhang slumped and retreated, seeming to be ten years old for an instant.
The arrow with fire oil was shot into Shencheng. Although the city walls were contaminated by fire, the buildings in the city were also made of wood. The weather in Yingguo was very hot, and the wooden boards were extremely dry, and the burning speed was not much slower than that of the city walls splashed with fire oil.
In the city of Shen, which is considered to be a dead city, the hustle and bustle, calls for help, anger, crying, entangled together, let the arrows in the soldiers' hands slow down...what's the use? Spread.
The civilians who are kept in captivity like pigs have red threads in their tears, and they are very sad and angry.
In the raging fire wall, they are their relatives!
It doesn't matter if you are dead, listening to the movement, it is clear that most of them are alive and still alive full of breath. Their relatives must have been rescued by the immortals, not dying of the plague, but to be burned alive!
"I did it with you!"
The civilians with red eyes rushed forward, no more troubles than the rich people before, this kind of deep grief and anger in the bones of the people infected and resonated. The elite soldiers are obviously cold swords. They obviously have three times the number of civilians outside the city, but they are forced to retreat by the flesh and blood.
Because they are guilty!
The anger of the civilians, it turns out that gathering together can also make people rush.
The conflict was on the verge of breaking out, and the **** was beheaded with a sword by General Zhang, who was rushing out after hearing the movement.
The fairy missed the appointment, the **** deceived others, and the conflict between the civilians and the soldiers broke out. General Zhang did not allow the swords made by his country, but the people of his country were slashed!
Help yourself. At this last moment, there is only one way left to help yourself.
He wanted everyone to be quiet, so that he could organize the rescue by breaking through the city gate. As soon as he looked up, the sky suddenly started to rain heavily without warning. In fact, it was not without a sign. There was a flash of light in the City Lord's Mansion before, but everyone was emotional and did not notice.
General Zhang looked up, and a white shadow hovered over the city of Shenyang.
The rain didn't fall from the sky at all, but from the woman's fingertips. Huaguang circulates, so far away, even if he can't see his face, he still feels compassion and moving.
The conflict and the agitation in the city ceased, and the agreement inside and outside the city was so silent.
——The kerosene floats on the water, can the rain that she descends really put out the fire?
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