kill the immortal

Chapter 1 1, Brother Ning Xian
Hot summer, severe drought.

It's time for soup again.

With the scorching sun on his head, Ning Yan dragged his emaciated body and drowned in the crowd outside Luoyang City. The surrounding air was full of indescribable stench, and he himself stinks too. Fortunately, he has gotten used to it these days .

It has been nearly a week since he came here, and Ning Yan had to accept the fact that he traveled through time. The hunger in his belly and the pain in his whole body told him over and over again that everything was true.

This is a refugee camp, and he is now a disaster victim who can only survive by receiving relief porridge.

In the distance, a group of figures came out from the downstairs of the city gate, which was nearly 50 meters high. They were a group of guards wearing black armor, black swords at the waist and hips, and iron masks of evil spirits. There are two cauldrons in the car.

In front of the iron cart are some pitch-black "horses" pulling the cart. These horses are covered with pitch-black armor. If you look closely, the armor is not flesh and hair, but a metal gear mechanism. The black horse makes a "click" every step. The sound of gears turning.

Ning Yan's mouth became more and more dry, and he worked hard with everyone, no one dared to make any noise, at most he just muttered to himself.

The refugees at the front had already consciously lined up. They were all veterans and dared not make trouble under the noses of these soldiers. Gein had even seen troublemakers die under the black sword with his own eyes.

Ning Yan's position is in the middle of the first team, and he is lucky. The porridge he receives will not be just a clear soup with little water. If he goes further, he will be surrounded by some guys at night.

"The fairies are here!"

A shout suddenly resounded from the crowd, and countless people stretched their necks to look out. Ning Yan also saw a figure in the direction of the city gate from a distance, a woman in plain clothes, behind the armored team.

The female crown is wearing a loose light gray Taoist robe, the clothes are so plain that there is no eye-catching color, a semi-transparent gauze scarf is hung on her face, and a dust whisk is lying quietly in her arms, with a dignified and majestic demeanor.

The leader of the Xuanjia guards came to the back of the team and saluted the female crown with a respectful gesture.

After some conversation, the leading Xuanjia guard shouted loudly to the refugees: "Put the porridge!"

The team immediately became noisy, and many people knelt down and kowtowed to the female crown, saying "Xie Xiangu".

But the Xuanjia guard said loudly: "This is the real Xuanyi, who is ordered by the Queen of Heaven to come here to give porridge to you!"

"There are no immortals in this world, and you can't be called immortals to real people. Immortals don't care about your life and death. Only the queen of heaven remembers you. You must remember the grace of heaven, and the disaster will eventually pass..."

The soldier repeated the same rhetoric as yesterday, and Ning Yan walked slowly in the line, and received a bowl of thin porridge and a hard cake with a yellowish black tint, these were the things that could keep him alive.

He didn't start to gobble up the food like the people around him, but walked slowly back to the refugee camp. Almost everyone went to line up, and some with limited mobility collapsed on the ground and stared at the long queue, hoping that someone could Give him some life-saving food.

Most of these people are women and the elderly. There are no children in the refugee camp. Soldiers come here every day to inspect the place. If they find young children, they will be taken away forcibly. Some parents will not stop them, and they may survive. Better to be there than to be in it.

Ning Yan turned a blind eye to those people who were paralyzed on the ground, he couldn't save them.

An Lu saw Ning Yan approaching with a bowl, a smile appeared on his haggard face.

"Brother Ning Xian."

An Lu was not originally a disaster victim. On the way to Luoyang to visit relatives, he met bandits and was looted. A fairly decent suit, beat him half to death, and broke his leg.

Ning Yan gave him a small half of the yellow cake, and left him a small bowl of porridge. An Lu devoured it a bit, and he collapsed on the ground covered in dirt. Without Ning Yan, he would have died a long time ago, and no one would care.

As for why Ning Yan is willing to distribute his food to An Lu, because he doesn't want to stay in this refugee pile forever.

After the food was finished, An Lu said: "Don't worry, Brother Ning, the kindness of saving your life will never be forgotten. My uncle is a high official in the court. When we enter the city, we will enjoy endless good times."

Ning Yan had heard these words many times, and he knew that the other party was afraid that he would leave him alone, so he promised him over and over again.

into town...

While eating his own food, Ning Yan asked casually, "You said that this is the first time you have come to Luoyang, so does your high official uncle remember you?"

"My uncle and I have never met."

Ning Yan couldn't help being startled, and looked sideways at him.

An Lu quickly said again: "He is my father's former friend. I brought my father's token with me when I came here. My uncle only needs to see the token to know my identity."

keepsake...

Ning Yan seemed to be thinking, looked at him and asked again: "Those thieves you met, didn't they also snatch the token?"

"The token is not something valuable, besides, I keep it close to me." An Lu shook his head and said. "I didn't know there was such a relationship before. It wasn't until the family was in trouble that my father remembered it and told me to sell the rest of the family property and come to the capital of God to seek refuge with this uncle."

"Aren't you afraid that your strange uncle won't recognize you as a junior?" Ning Yan continued to ask.

An Lu quickly said: "Uncle and my father have a deep friendship, and it is impossible to do something unfeeling and righteous!"

He was afraid that Ning Yan would not trust him. In fact, he had thought this way before he came. He had sold his family property and had a little money in his hand. He could set up a shop in Luoyang City, even if that uncle didn’t recognize him as a poor relative. , and still be able to live self-sufficiently in the future.

But in the current situation, all hopes can only be pinned on this uncle whom he has never met.

Ning Yan's mind was full of thoughts, and seeing An Lu staring straight at the food in his hand, and Ning Yan's eyes met, An Lu smiled awkwardly and looked away.

Ning Yan's eyes flickered, and he handed over the remaining mouthful of porridge and cakes.

An Lu was flattered immediately: "Brother Ning Xian, this..."

"You are weak and need it more than me." Ning Yan said.

An Lu was moved immediately, and said with gratitude, "Brother Yu will never forget the kindness of my virtuous brother!"

An adult's daily meal, a bowl of porridge and a cake no bigger than a hand, how can it be enough? No one in this refugee camp is not hungry. Ning Yan's behavior moved An Lu very much.

Ning Yan smiled casually: "It's easy to say, Brother An takes care of his wounds."

He asked again: "Brother An's uncle's name is what?"

An Lu thought for a while, and said: "My father only said that the Yu family is the largest in the capital of God."

Yu's...

Ning Yan looked towards Luoyang City, which was as majestic as a mountain. It was very different from the city in the memory of his previous life. It was hard to imagine that the ancients could build such a large-scale building.

This is not Datang, but Xuantang.

A strange world.

Ning Yan saw from a distance that many refugees gathered together and kowtowed to the veiled female Taoist, knelt down and praised something.

Ning Yan couldn't hear what was being said because he was too far away, so he was more curious about what the face of this "fairy girl" looked like under the veil.

When the porridge was finished, the Xuanjia guards drove the vehicles and re-entered the city, and the lady in plain clothes also left, and the gate of the God City was tightly closed to isolate them, the victims of the disaster.

From then until noon tomorrow, I have to endure the pain of hunger.

Moans and painful wailing can often be heard in the refugee camp. Ning Yan saw a middle-aged man snatching a woman's things. This kind of thing is not uncommon here.

An Lu was very angry when he saw it: "What a beast!"

Ning Yan looked sideways and said, "He's a beast, what about us who are watching from the sidelines?"

An Lu was stunned for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "If you have the spare energy, you will naturally not sit on the sidelines."

After finishing speaking, he added unfairly: "You can not save each other, but at least you shouldn't harm each other."

Ning Yan looked at him steadfastly: "Brother An, do you think so?"

"Brother Yu has also read a few books of sages and sages, and he knows propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame." An Lu said: "Even if I starve to death, I will never take food from other people's mouths!"

Ning Yan just responded to this, and didn't say anything else, looking at the woman sitting on the ground sobbing, her gaze was as deep as a deep pool.

The next day.

An Lu was woken up by the scorching sun, squinting at the fireball hanging high, he struggled to stand up.

"Brother Ning Xian, is it time for the porridge?"

There was no response from his side, An Lu licked his chapped lips, looked around, and found that the refugees were already queuing up to get the porridge.

An Lu thought that Brother Ning Xian must have gone to get the porridge, and he just needs to wait here. His leg was broken and he couldn't walk normally, and he was hungry, so it would be better to lie here and stay still to save energy .

He looked at the crowd from a distance, thinking that when he entered the city, he must repay Brother Ning Xian's kindness.

More than an hour passed, and the crowd had all dispersed, but An Lu didn't wait for Ning Yan to come back.

Seeing that the Xuanjia guards had already entered the city, An Lu couldn't help propping up his body and sitting there struggling to look out. He was so hungry that he couldn't shout loudly at all. It took a lot of effort and I had to give up.

into the night.

An Lu was paralyzed there without even the strength to drive away the mosquitoes. There were no soldiers guarding the refugee camp at night, which was a good time for some guys to run amok.

From a distance, he saw a few men punching and kicking each of them on the ground, swearing and ugly words in their mouths.

People around were watching all this numbly, and no one paid attention to it, but An Lu thought to himself: If he had the energy, he would definitely not stand by and watch.

He looked at those rough and ragged men, and suddenly felt that even if he didn't look like this, he couldn't beat these guys. Then when he reasoned with them, would they listen?

He was afraid that he would be beaten up by them too. He remembered the night when he first came to the refugee camp, a group of guys wanted to snatch his decent clothes, and his leg was broken during the dispute. At that time, the people next to him also Same now, insensitive.

Is it worth complaining about these people?
Only brother Ning Xian was willing to give him half a cake and a mouthful of porridge when he was in the most distress.

An Lu took a step back from the thoughts in his heart: save only those who should be saved!
Brother Ning Xian also met some gangsters and suffered an accident...

Another day.

An Lu was awakened by a movement, and he opened his eyes weakly to find that someone was coming to his convenience.

"Brother... Taiwan, have you ever seen... a boy with short hair?"

His voice was too low, the man squatting on the ground tilted his head and asked, "What did you say?"

An Lu's throat rolled down, and he tried to raise his voice: "Brother, do you have something to eat... I have relatives in the city, brother, save my life... I can bring you to the city..."

The man heard that he was asking him to eat, so he didn't want to pay any more attention, he sneered and said: "Do you want to eat shit?"

As for the latter words, that person didn't believe it at all, went to the city?

Shit!

Flies can enter the city, and insects can enter the city, but they cannot enter the city.

An Lu didn't speak anymore, he was speechless, he was lying on the ground motionless, the scorching sun in the sky didn't make him close his eyes, but the hot white light made him feel dizzy as if he was in the heavenly realm, in a trance He saw a figure.

Brother Ning Xian, did you bring the porridge back?
……

As night fell, few people came to the edge of the refugee camp, because this is where people pee and shit, which is more smelly.

Ning Yan groped An Lu's body carefully, and only found a piece of pure white jade pendant half the size of a palm, with a word engraved on it - late.

Caressing the white jade in his hand, Ning Yan had no sadness or joy on his face.

Brother An, I didn't harm you, I just didn't save you.

This is what you said.

　Newcomers and new books, please take care of me.

　　Pursuing reading is super important, I beg you not to keep books!

　　Thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)