Chapter 640: Migrants

In fact, Cheng Hao was originally the most at ease about Yushou, after all, there was condensation to follow.
Don't even think that Condensing Fragrance is not a master in the Lingtai Sect, but if she is placed in the mortal world, then she is a top master that no one dares to provoke casually.
You know, the city lord of a city with a population of one million people like Yunfeng City is only an individual, such as Long Guihai, who cultivated a junior martial king.
It is true that when Long Guihai was sent to Yunfeng City, the so-called city lord was nothing but a decoration, and had no real rights. This also led to Longteng Empire’s dispatch of such a junior martial king Long Guihai.
In fact, if you can really be a martial artist who can be the master of a city, how can you be a talented person above the high-rank martial king.
But even if you look at it this way, the strength of Nianxiangxiang is already terrifying enough in the mortal world, even if it is Xiao Rugang's thousand iron guards, it is just a high-ranking emperor.
Don't compare the Iron Guard with the Black Armored Army in Qingtian Town. Although they are thousands of families, the Iron Guard is a famous traditional iron army in the Dragon Empire! Be regarded as the elite among the elite.
Therefore, these thousand households are not the other thousand, and the huge difference in strength does not need to be elaborated.
In short, people like the Iron Guards Chonggui Chongqianhu can already be regarded as the overlord of one party, the earth emperor.
It can be seen that the high-ranking emperor has great influence in the mortal world.
From this point of view, almost all the imperial courtesans who are followed by the condensed incense can run rampant in the world, and should not encounter any danger.
Cheng Hao used Yi Nian Sanqian and the power of the soul to search all the way, as long as the place where Yu Wei and the others really passed, he would definitely be able to see some clues and traces!
After all, the migration of Qingxi Village is not a trivial matter.
But Cheng Hao soon discovered that he was still too optimistic. I don't know why, and now there are countless refugees on the main roads in the Dragon Empire.
There are hundreds of thousands of refugees who support the old and the young, and there are even tens of thousands of refugees gathered together.
This is really too rare.
We must know that although Longteng has suffered continuous military disasters for more than a century, it is true that such a huge flow of refugees has rarely occurred.
The Dragon Empire is different from the Cangmu Empire. Most of the people live on farming and small handicrafts, and this way of life is destined to be difficult to leave their homeland.
Once you leave your homeland and lose your land and become a refugee, you will starve to death in all likelihood!
So in the past, even if there were refugees, there would not be such a huge number and scope. This has reached a catastrophic level.
As a result, the road is blocked by refugees, which may indeed seriously affect the speed of Yuhu and the others. It is necessary to know that although the condensing incense is Wu Huang, it is difficult to lead all the villagers of Qingxi Village to fly directly in the sky. Moving on the ground is at best moving faster.
"I'll go down and have a look, you are waiting for me in the sky." Cheng Hao looked at the situation of the refugees below and was going to ask about it.
In the end, Feng Xiangyi was grabbed by Feng Xiangyi: "My son, can't you just go on like this, just look at them, and then look at you, don't they eat you alive?"
Cheng Hao was taken aback, and then he also reacted, thinking for a moment, took out a martial artist's suit from Nazi, stretched out his hand to tear it to tears to the rags, and used the power of the soul to simulate the chaos of Duize aura on it. After smearing, the clothes have become shabby after a while, and they are no worse than the refugees below.
He used Duize aura to smear a few times on his face, and then said to Fengxiang: "How?"
Feng Xiangyi nodded: "It's like too much."
Cheng Hao then went down, found a place that no one saw, and landed on the ground, and then quietly mixed into the ranks of refugees in a way of hiding.
After a brief observation, he found an old man in his early fifties who looked like Zhou Zheng and walked over.
It’s also very particular about finding someone to inquire about things. First of all, you can’t find someone who is too thin. Such people are hungry and even struggling to breathe, so naturally they are impatient to answer your questions.
You can't find someone who is too strong. Such people are usually the overlords of the refugees.
At this time, the law and morality have collapsed, and only violence is seen, and people only know fists.
That's why Cheng Hao spotted the old man. He was not too old, and at the same time his body was still tough, and his clothes were not too shabby. It should be a kind of person who had some status among the refugees but was not too tall.
Generally, people like this are the easiest to meet.
So Cheng Hao leaned over to see the old man and called out: "Uncle."
"Huh?" The old man turned his head and gave Cheng Hao a stunned look: "You call me the young queen? I know you?"
"Hey, no, the adults in the family said that they should call uncle when they meet, so they don't blame it, so they can open their mouths to ask for help."
"Haha!" The old man chuckled, "You are very interesting as a young queen. You are called my uncle, so let's talk about it. You ask me to order something, but first say yes. You can eat or drink. No!"
After finishing speaking, it seemed that I felt my tone hardened again, and explained: "It's not that the uncle is cruel, but he is in the world. Eating and drinking is a fate. Uncle will give you a bite, and my family will starve to death!"
"Hey, I know, I know, I won't ask the uncle to eat." Cheng Hao nodded repeatedly.
The old man felt relieved when he heard this: "Oh, that's OK. Tell me what's the matter."
Cheng Hao first said politely: "I don't know what the uncle is called yet."
"Hehe, the kid has a wink. My name is Lu, so you called me Uncle Lu. I was originally from the Chuang Clan and didn’t have a serious name. It was nothing more than the barking of cats and dogs. Now the world is in chaos. It's even more useless. The surname is given by our ancestors, so we dare not lose it. Don't mention the name, what about you boy?
"Boy, my last name is Cheng, and there is nothing to say about my name."
Uncle Lu happily said: "The kid will answer the conversation, so tell me, what can I do for help? I'll be fine if I just give my strength."
"Don't dare trouble uncle, boy, I just want to ask, uncle, where did you come from?"
Cheng Hao's question is not afraid of people's suspicion. After all, there are more than tens of thousands of such a large group of refugees, and the accent is even more mixed. Obviously, they are not from one place. They should all meet and form on the road of exile. A group of people begging forward.
Uncle Lu looked at Cheng Hao and felt that he was still talking politely, so he didn't think too much: "Ah, we are from Qu Tongcheng, most of them are, why? Boy, aren't you?"
"Well, my home was originally not far from here. There was a big fire at home and it was all burned. Then I ran out to escape to survive."