"Go forward! You will always go forward! You will never retreat! "
"But I'm too tired, Master. I'm too tired. I'm too tired! I … don't want to walk anymore! "
"Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten everything? "
"Go forward! Go forward! Go forward! "
Go forward suddenly woke up.
Looking around, he froze for a moment before remembering that he was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.
The cold sweat on his back reminded him that he hadn't dreamed for a long time. He hadn't had any memories for a long time.
Every day, he would deliberately disperse his Dao Energy and fall into a drunken sleep. When he woke up, he would have a splitting headache and couldn't remember anything. That was the best state.
Inner peace was so hard to come by.
If he couldn't find peace, he would ask for chaos.
If he couldn't find relief, he would ask himself to let go.
Let go …
At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten. The town hall was full of constables who were sleeping soundly.
Go forward got up and walked out of the town hall. Wearing a single shirt, he randomly chose a direction and patrolled the town. This was what he had been doing recently.
In the current situation of the outbreak of the plague, only Transcendent Stage cultivators could ensure their own safety.
Where people needed supplies, where people were infected with the plague and needed to be transferred, where people were taking advantage of the chaos … they all needed to be dealt with by him.
Whether it was the naive Zhu Biqiong or Zhang Hai, who was reluctant to leave the pill furnace, they were all the same. He had been busy without a moment's rest. Until now, he finally had a chance to take a break.
Jia City had already publicized the truth of the plague and began a comprehensive response. Reinforcements from all sides had arrived. The road was tortuous, but things could finally see a little light.
All of this was brought by that young man. That young man who confidently said that the Inner House wasn't the end …
But Go forward couldn't rest.
He had to continue to immerse himself in his busy work so that he could resist the dream that had just woken him up. Yes, during this time, he found a new way to resist the pain. In addition to drinking, he was so busy that he couldn't stop working.
After patrolling around, he sent the two newly discovered patients to the Western Town that was specially cleaned up to isolate the infected. The people who had contact with them had also been marked and would be closely observed.
The infected people gathered in the Western Town had risen from the previous 130 people to the current 247 people.
However, what could be seen was that after the implementation of strong measures, the number of new patients had been greatly reduced.
Two medical cultivators sent by the Junggenjia were doing their best to treat the infected.
Creating a drug that could cure or at least delay the illness was the best choice, because the infected only had three to five days from the outbreak of the disease to death. With just two medical cultivators treating them one by one, many people might not even be able to last until it was their turn.
It wasn't that such drugs didn't exist, but the ones that could be found at the moment were too expensive and unrealistic. There was no point in promoting it.
For example, one Meridian Unlocking Pill was enough to solve the problem of the plague, but who would invest 247 Meridian Unlocking Pills for the 247 patients in Qingyang Town?
What about the entire city? What about the entire Yang Kingdom? There was no force that could or would be willing to bear such a burden.
Transcendent cultivators were not affected by the plague not because they had special methods to deal with the plague, but because they had extraordinary bodies.
In fact, the two medical cultivators treated the patients day and night, which was already an extremely expensive investment. The Dao Primordial Stones they consumed and the consultation fees they spent were not something that ordinary people could imagine.
Only someone as rich and imposing as Chung Geng Sheng was willing to send them to Jiang Wang.
They sent the infected people into isolation rooms, personally issued number plates and registered their names, so that supplies could be uniformly allocated …
After doing all this, Xiang Qian turned around and left.
There was a pair of eyes following him, following him closely.
Xiang Qian turned his head abruptly and happened to see the owner of the line of sight looking at him from a small window on the right side of the building.
Bang!
Seeing him turn his head, the window was slammed shut.
He probably hit his forehead.
"Ah!"
There was a scream.
He probably fell down.
Although it was only a short glimpse, Xiang Qian still saw the scene in the small window with the eyesight of a transcendent cultivator.
It was a child.
A child who was so thin that he was out of shape.
Xiang Qian was thinking about whether to go up and take a look when the small window was pushed open again with a creak.
The little boy was probably standing on a stool. He moved closer to the small window and looked somewhat curiously and somewhat fearfully at Xiang Qian.
Xiang Qian squeezed out a smile with great effort.
Although his smile wasn't very bright, it seemed to give the little boy courage.
"Today." His lips were pale and blue, and he didn't have much strength to speak. "It's my seventh birthday!"
This young child's voice suddenly shattered many dust-covered fragments.
Xiang Qian vaguely remembered that he could still be considered young.
Counting on his fingers, it had been five years since he turned twenty. He should be a good youth in his prime.
However, his appearance, which hadn't been groomed for a long time, and his somewhat rueful stubble made him appear even more aged.
Regrettably … how could Xiang Qian not see that this little boy was already like a candle in the wind, the flame of life?
"Ah!" Xiang Qian said, "Congratulations, you've grown another year!"
"Thank you!" The little boy first nodded to express his gratitude, and then asked somewhat curiously, "Milord, are you a Bodhisattva who's helping us? Mother said … you're Bodhisattvas. "
One of the holy lands of Buddhism, Xuankong Temple, was in the Eastern Domain. Here, the teachings of Buddhism were spread widely.
Bodhisattva was a kind of fruit of Buddhism. Sometimes, it could also refer to people with great merit.
"We don't rely on Bodhisattva. In the face of hardship, we rely on our own efforts!"
Xiang Qian subconsciously wanted to say this, but he felt that he really didn't deserve to say such high-sounding words.
How could he be considered a hard-working person?
Therefore, he only asked, "Do you have any wishes?"
The little boy thought about it. He was somewhat shy, somewhat hesitant, and somewhat unable to hold back his expectations. "Every year on my birthday, mother would give me two eggs to eat …"
This should be very easy to solve.
Xiang Qian thought.
"Where's your father and mother?" He asked the little boy upstairs.
The little boy said somewhat sadly, "Daddy told me that they went out to earn tuition for me. Otherwise, when the plague ghost leaves, I won't be able to go to school."
Xiang Qian was silent.
At this time, in this place, where else could they go to earn money?
There were only two ways for this little boy's parents to go out: to be cured, or to die.
If they were cured, they wouldn't not come back to see the child. Therefore, the outcome was obvious.
Fighting for the Shu Xiu was only a gentle lie.
"You have to eat eggs on your birthday!" Xiang Qian said.
"You wait for me!"
He turned around and ran outside.
He ran into the bailiffs guarding the checkpoint to prevent people from entering or leaving.
"Do you have eggs?" Xiang Qian asked.
"Huh?" The two bailiffs looked at each other, not understanding the meaning of this Transcendent master.
Xiang Qian leapt out of here.
"Do you have eggs?"
"Who has eggs?"
Xiang Qian didn't care too much and asked loudly as he walked.
An old woman trembled as she took a piece of bacon from the beam. "Do you want bacon?"
"No need, thank you!"
After asking a lot of people, Xiang Qian discovered that it was actually very difficult to find eggs in Qingyang Town today.
Not to mention eggs, even chickens had been eaten up.
As a Transcendent cultivator, he had never cared about these trivial matters, so he didn't know that there was such a shortage of living materials.
Finally, he rushed back to the town hall and shouted to Xiao Xiao, who was buried in a pile of official documents, "How come Qingyang Town's supplies are so poor? Jiang Wang can't even take out these few belongings? "
Xiao Xiao raised her head in bafflement. "Don't you know? The plague has broken out in the entire Yang Kingdom. Now it's not a matter of wealth, it's a matter of not being able to buy supplies with money! "
"Then we don't need to care about this kind of thing? Because we can't buy supplies, so we give up? "
Xiang Qian couldn't explain his sudden anger. He only felt that there was a ball of fire in his heart, burning uncomfortably.
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