Blue and White Society

  Chapter 503 The Army Attacks

  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. 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 was 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.

  After paying a large number of casualties, they finally robbed several small wealthy families with all their might, and survived for a few more days.

   But this only enraged the wealthy family even more, and several surrounding families immediately sent troops to exterminate them, killing them to pieces.

  The 400,000 yuan 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 road turned around, and even had a full meal. In the infinite darkness, I suddenly saw a ray of light, and the gratitude in my heart was not to mention how great.

   "Civilians go to immortals..."

   "Porridge for disaster relief..."

   "Asylum to refugees..."

  Several Shangxians who went around promoting Yu Jianfei 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 real immortal.

  But there were too many people, and those who were eating in front blocked all the people behind by kneeling like this.

  Grandpa Gou fell to the ground, and shouted directly: "Don't be a fairy, don't eat too much, and continue to cook porridge if you can move. 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 got the refugees who had finished eating to 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 the immortal cultivator is very deterrent, especially when he heard that it is a commoner cultivating immortal, 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.

  Everyone was so hungry that they looked like they were skinny like a pair of dry 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.

But if you have been hungry for too long, how can you overeat? They were all dragged away and slapped twice disobediently. Mr. Gou wandered around the porridge scene with a big horse and a golden sword, bringing some young and strong people who seemed to be vigorous to maintain order. , to 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, carrying an unconscious **** his back.

  The girl was in a coma, and she couldn't drink the porridge. There are so many living things in front of her, but she is still about to die. This is common among 400,000 people.

  Mo Poor's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly thought, can the magic power of a cultivator maintain his vitality?

  As soon as he thought of it, he did it, and 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 make up for 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 this, 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 crossing people 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. It's not that it can't benefit the people, but that immortal cultivators are unwilling to do it. Mana is one of their foundations. Open, the mana can't be retained, it dissipates after passing through the body once. The mana that can sustain a cultivator without food for a day can only last for a moment in a mortal's body."

   "In this way, how can the immortal cultivators just disperse to the pariah 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 Yuanying and Yuanjing stages, can't disperse. A few hundred people are enough to squeeze us dry."

  If you want 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 has the same effect as Mana Duren Suspending 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 energy storage battery of the human body.

  Ordinary people eat one pill, but they can go without food 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 things can also be used... Is this a spiritual thing?" Mo Qiong thought about it, and directly manipulated Yuanshen to skim off a few lotus petals and shoot them out of the Niwan Palace.

   "Shua!" A few pieces of blue light fell from the center of the eyebrows to the palm of the hand, and Mo Qiong saw that it was really a plant!

   Contains strong energy, and it has a substantial touch in the palm of your hand.

   "Co-authored Adaptive Seeds, 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, sinking it into his mouth.

  The refugee was excited, his face immediately turned rosy, and his body seemed to be filled with vigorous energy, and he became more energetic all of a sudden, and his body stopped shaking and trembling.

   Mo Qiong's primordial spirit investigated, and the refugee was full of energy, 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 out of his brain.

He and Mo Qiong haven't cultivated the primordial spirit since they were farming in Niwan Palace. They spend all their time absorbing spiritual energy and feeding it to their spiritual roots, because his tree and Moqiong Qinglian are more efficient at digesting spiritual energy than theirs. Yuanshen is much faster.

  The two Manadu people were quickly drained, but the spiritual roots grown from the seeds could still part with many pieces.

   "What is this?" Sister You and the others didn't know about it, so they hurriedly asked.

  Mo Poor told about his attempt to plant seeds in the Niwan Palace, and everyone was overjoyed.

In reality, the contained objects and derivatives are often just like opening and hanging. 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, just plant A spiritual root like a treasure of heaven and earth has emerged.

   "If you feed like this, it's not enough for 400,000 people, 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.

  Mo Qiong gave it a try, and it really worked. 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 whole grains to survive.

  Grandpa Gou made a pot of spiritual soup, and Mo Qiong poured it out. For this reason, the bark of the spiritual tree in Niwan Palace was stripped off, and the leaves and branches were all picked off.

  I saw Mo Poor holding up the liquid with his soul, shooting 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 they are still able to move, or are comatose and dying, the liquid is forcibly ingested from the mouth, with extreme precision. If the mouth is too tight, it is good to **** on the lips.

  Although one person can’t last long after eating a few grams of ectoplasmic 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 to guard against the enemy coming, 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!"

  Sister You asked: "Be careful! If you lose, our high-energy plasma cannon will support you!"

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   p.s: Sorry. I had a low-grade fever yesterday, and I really convinced some SCP cloud lovers. I'm not plagiarism, let alone infringement. Well, I'm really tired when people who don't know what to say come to report me every day. The management of the site19 sub-station talked to me, and said that he was also helpless about this situation, there was no way, I can understand, thank you for being able to understand me, even the real scp boss. Now a sentence has been added to the introduction of this book, the name and inspiration of the containment and D-class personnel come from scp, is this all right? I can't report it anymore.

  (end of this chapter)