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Year 122 of Asgard.

At the winter solstice, the human race had a mouthful of hot porridge. This time everyone ate carefully, for fear that a grain of rice soup would fall out.

The food grown on this land has a new name, fairy food.

Rumors circulated that the food in Tianzhou was watered with the blood of immortals, and they ate the flesh and blood of immortals. Such rumors that deceived and deceived the people were naturally quickly refuted by the Immortal Palace, and an investigation was immediately launched.

And as a result, a group of Dongtianism monks were captured. Their motive was just to make more people commit suicide, to use moral kidnapping to make more old people commit suicide, and even to make the people purge themselves.

The elderly, disabled, and even thin people are a waste of food. They have the obligation to kill these people for the sake of their father.

Give a justification for evil deeds.

Immortal Palace was furious over this and beheaded hundreds of monks who advocated Caveism.

An ordinary young man stood in front of a big pot and distributed rice porridge to the people spoon by spoon.

Today's human race has eaten from a big pot. Just like the legendary Datong society, everything is distributed according to needs. However, this distribution can only guarantee the most basic needs of the people, and sometimes it cannot even guarantee it.

Immortal Palace does not pursue this form of unified society.

After dividing the pot of hot porridge, the young man put down the iron spoon, turned around and disappeared into the crowd. This did not cause too much trouble. Everyone was drinking the porridge carefully with their heads down, and he was just a temporary top.

The food distributor of the city lord's mansion.

Qingxuan came from nowhere and walked with the young man in the cold and windy city, looking at the people around him who were blushing from the cold.

"Xian Chang, the temperature is getting colder and colder. If it continues like this, I'm afraid I'll have to live in a cave all year round. That place is not suitable for staying for a long time. One month is fine, but if you stay there all year round, a weak person may not be able to support it.

"

In a closed environment and crowded space, once someone gets sick, it will spread quickly, affecting hundreds of thousands of people.

Under the current conditions of the human race, there are doctors who can treat patients, but there is no drug treatment. It is impossible for the monks to use spiritual energy to save them. In order to support the granary and the earth fire, the human race has exhausted its resources.

To put it bluntly, a life nowadays is not worth a spiritual stone.

A spiritual stone can ensure that thousands of tons of grain will not be eaten by rice bugs in a short period of time, and one person will only consume grain.

The extremely scarce supplies and the precarious situation made Qingxuan's heart become cold.

Sometimes he even suspected that he had tendencies towards caveism.

Li Changsheng exhaled and said: "The wind and snow will gradually subside after this year, so please bear with it."

All calamities can be overcome. According to the calculations made by those magicians, calamities will reach their peak this year and then fall rapidly.

This year is the coldest year.

"After this year, the Earth Fire will no longer need my blood and essence to activate it, and its scope of influence will also expand accordingly."

"What if the storm doesn't stop? Do you want to keep bleeding to save the world?" Qingxuan suddenly asked, "It's not like you don't understand those magic sticks. Small things can be of no use to the general situation."

"It's just a few drops of blood. You'll be back after a few days of recovery."

Li Changsheng couldn't deny it, whether it was about bloodletting to save the world or Tianji Pavilion's unreliability.

Tianji has always been mysterious and unpredictable. There is no fixed destiny in the world, and Tianji Pavilion only points out the most likely direction.

Qingxuan pursed his lips, and there was a glimmer of light in his turbid eyes, as if he had made some kind of determination, and said in a hoarse voice: "Exian, please stop."

"Perhaps Dongtian is the right one. We can support tens of millions of people with our current resources."

There are too many humans. Originally, only 20 million people came to Tianzhou, and at least half of them died on the road. But after a hundred years of reproduction, the number now reaches 40 million.

During the nearly 10 years of cold disaster, thanks to the concerted efforts within the human race, the total amount is even increasing. People have less entertainment, and their willingness to keep children at home is even higher than before.

If it weren't for the fairy palace's requirement to have fewer children, it is estimated that increasing the number by ten million would not be a problem.

The people's hearts are in the immortals, and their worship of the immortals has surpassed their instinctive desires.

If the people of the world don't cooperate with the Immortal Palace wholeheartedly, they probably won't be able to last this long. The entire human race actually maintains a very extreme balance. Once the Immortal Palace, the Immortal Sect, and the people don't cooperate.

The current situation will collapse.

"Do you also think that most people should be given up?"

Li Changsheng stopped and turned around to look at the gray-haired old Taoist priest, who had been with him for 2000 years.

"It shouldn't be." Qingxuan shook his head, then changed his voice and said as if he had made up his mind: "But I don't think it's worth it. This world doesn't deserve what you do."

"Why should a poor person act according to other people's wishes?"

"Of course you don't need it, but please understand us. You once taught me that there are differences in love, big and small, near and far."

Qingxuan bent over and knelt down. He raised his head and looked directly at the ordinary face with firm eyes. This was the first time he disobeyed the young man.

"This world has become a burden to you, a blood-sucking insect lying on your body! Today you can bleed to save them, but what about tomorrow? In the future, the world will change and there will be countless calamities. How will you cope if you keep dragging this weak body?

Measuring calamity?"

"This calamity is for you."

"If the world is compared with you, the world can be abandoned, and so can the world!"

The last note was slightly higher, which suddenly broke the blindness on their bodies and made the people around them look at them.

They looked at the two people who suddenly appeared with some confusion. Their faces were all red from the cold, and their bodies were shivering from the cold.

Helpless, weak, and burdensome.

Li Changsheng was a little stunned. He looked at Qingxuan kneeling in front of him. What he saw was a head of white hair, a face full of ravines, and a thin body.

He realized something.

It turns out that he is also old.

"Without the world, how can one live forever? If the people are still willing to farm, and if the world always calls the poor Taoist immortals, I will naturally lend a helping hand when I see him."

Li Changsheng leaned down and helped Qingxuan up, his voice as gentle as ever.

"Next year, everything will be over. Xiao Qi, then you and I will play chess again. This time we will only play chess, regardless of Tao."

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Year 123 of Asgard.

Severe cold swept across the world, and the submerged mountains and rivers of Kyushu condensed into ice, spreading all the way to the East China Sea, where a warm current emerged between the hot water and the severe cold.

Countless Krakens have survived, and there are even signs of a revival.

And everything in Tianzhou turned into ice and snow.

The formation in the granary is no longer activated because pests cannot survive in this environment.

There are huge pits with a diameter of at least 10 meters in each major city. Below are dense passages, each passage is connected to a cave.

Countless people crowded in to keep warm, and the area per capita was less than half a square meter.

At this time, there was no condition for living and cooking, and everyone was eating fried noodles that were difficult to swallow.

A handful of noodles and a handful of snow.

Life is extremely difficult, but everyone still has hope for life in their eyes.

Just bear with it a little longer and it will pass.

This situation lasted for 10 months, and the wind and snow still did not stop.

In mid-October, granaries everywhere were robbed.

Some of the monks who managed the granary committed theft, and some were killed on the spot. Then in the chaos, the last grains were stolen, and some leftovers were looted by the people.

Many cities in southern Tianzhou have experienced food shortages, even to the point of running out of food.

But not long after, the food was sent back by Feixingmen.

Master Feixing was covered in blood, holding his direct disciple in his hand and pressing him to the ground while he was kneeling.

"The younger generation is guilty. He failed to take good care of his disciples and allowed him to collude with traitors to commit murder."

On the high platform, a cold look was cast at him, and Feixing's disciple, who was still stubborn, suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his body was stiff, and he did not dare to make any more movements.

"You want to plead for him?"

Master Feixing shook his head and said: "No, I just want to intercede for the sect. Although this junior disciple is influenced by me, the Feixian Sect is definitely not evil, let alone disobedient to the immortals."

"What we want is for the immortals to open up the cave, not to be independent from the immortals."

He looked down at his disciple and asked, "Do you know where you went wrong?"

"..The mistake was trusting the master. We should have succeeded."

His disciple was still holding on to his final stubbornness. He understood that it was useless to beg for mercy at this time, and he raised his head and looked directly at the young man on the throne.

"This is not disobedience, but for the continuation of the human race. If the Immortal Palace continues to behave like this, it will only harm everyone."

Li Changsheng looked down at him indifferently, while Master Feixing leaned down, grabbed the disciple's head with one hand, and pushed him to the ground.
To be continued...