The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

The youngest grandson of Anyuanhou's family, the second eldest grandson of Wuyuanbo's family, the eldest illegitimate grandson of the Minister of Personnel's family, and the illegitimate grandson of the Minister of Works' family...

As Su Xiaoya listened, she couldn't help but frown. Why did these names seem so familiar?

Since she embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, Su Xiaoya's memory can be said to be photographic. Now hearing these names, Jingdu's memory was instantly stimulated. Aren't these people the hostages captured by the Scarlet Guards?

Is this really bad luck? Or is this just because I am always abandoned by my family?

Su Xiaoya blinked her eyes, but finally suppressed her curiosity. She should still understand what these people were going through.

However, maybe it’s because those who suffered were all rich and powerful, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng really didn’t have that much sympathy in their hearts.

Perhaps deep down in their hearts, these people are regarded as those who stand at the top of the pyramid. They either hold a lot of power or have endless resources, so they are undoubtedly among the strong.

Strong people often have the ability to cope with suffering. Because of this, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng's sympathy is not easily touched.

Of course, this does not mean that they have no disgust towards Su Xiaofei. On the contrary, they deeply detest what Su Xiaofei did.

It can be said that Su Xiaofei's actions this time completely touched the bottom line of the two people.

Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng both come from a peaceful era, and they always have a deep awe for life.

In their view, every life is unique and extremely precious, its value is far higher than any other thing, and it deserves respect.

No one can deprive others of their lives at will!

So, when Su Xiaofei was so indifferent to life and took human murder lightly, the two felt extremely disgusted with her behavior.

This time, even if she breaks off completely with Old Lady Zhao, Su Xiaoya will never let Su Xiaofei and all those involved in this evil act off easily.

Of course, Su Xiaoya was still very grateful in her heart. Her master, Master Bian, had taken revenge very decisively and without any drag.

After the National Master Hall replaced Dayan State, Su Xiaoya had people investigate the evil deeds of Rong Enbo's family and handed all the evidence to Master Bian, including the confessions of all the participants who persecuted Master Bian and his wife.

Master Bian simply ordered the prefect of Jingzhao to hold a public trial, and then beheaded the three clans of Rong Enbo at Caishikou as a warning to others.

Including Feng Jitong, the Earl of Rong'en, Yu Wenmingyue, the county lord of the previous dynasty who was in name only, Feng Zhiji, the head of the Feiyi Guard who had done many evil things, as well as the culprit Feng Yuxia and all the members of the three Feng clans who had killed people.

Of course, another victim, Huang Weiye, the Minister of Personnel, was pardoned and also dismissed.

After all, although he was forced, he still had children with Feng Yuxia. Who can guarantee that Huang Weiye has no resentment towards the National Master Hall and Master Bian?

After all, the love between father and son can't be fake. Who can really not care about blood relationship?

You know, Huang Weiye's two children were also beheaded. They both killed more than a dozen people, most of whom were maids in the mansion and some civilians who offended them, and even two concubines of officials.

Morally and logically, Huang Weiye's two children deserved to die.

So, although Huang Weiye survived, he was left with nothing.

Fortunately, Huang Weiye did not hate the Imperial Master Hall. He just collected the remains of his two children after the execution and then left the capital to wander around the world.

After fulfilling his wish, taking revenge and giving an explanation to himself and his wife, Master Bian Chongming happily returned to the Su family in Yingyue Valley, Funiu Mountain, Huzhou with the old patriarch.

There were still many students waiting for the couple to go back to Base No. 1 and Base No. 2 for classes. His old friend had accompanied him on this trip, and he had also missed many opportunities to cultivate.

After all, the spiritual energy of Yingyue Valley is totally incomparable to that of the capital. It feels like every breath I take makes my cultivation level loosen up. It's nothing like staying in the capital for several months without any improvement in cultivation.

So, ever since he met Su Xiaoya, Master Bian's luck has been getting better and better, and he has escaped a disaster.

Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng have now sentenced Su Xiaofei to death.

However, the power behind Su Xiaofei must be eradicated completely.

Otherwise, as soon as Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng left, the evil cultivators would come back, and that would be a disaster - the lives of ordinary people are also lives, and if they die, they are dead. Who can have many immortal herbs like Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor witch, who can save one son after another! Die once, and save one!

Therefore, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng did not miss any injustice. They listened carefully to everyone's experience and extracted useful information from it.

One leaf tells the coming of autumn!

All the truth is hidden in the details. As long as you are careful enough and unravel the details bit by bit, you can find the truth.

However, when I heard about the disasters experienced by ordinary people at the grassroots level, the pain and despair were truly suffocating.

It can be said that Yun Qianji and his people actually have the opportunity and ability to leave the capital and go to any city and live a very good life.

However, the common people in the capital city did not have the ability to migrate at will. A broken home was worth a fortune, and apart from the house left by their ancestors, not many people had extra money, so there was no way to support them to leave the capital city and find a new place to settle down.

For example, the young woman in front of me is so thin that she can be blown down by a gust of wind. Her face is pale and almost bloodless with traces of tears. In her arms, she is holding a baby who is still in swaddling clothes and crying for food.

The woman's name was Qian Xiaolian. She was an ordinary citizen in the capital, like a dim and inconspicuous star in the vast starry sky.

In the peaceful days of the past, her husband Zheng Dagang worked as a waiter in a restaurant that was not very big but had a good business.

Every day, he shuttles between the wine tables, his busy figure like a tireless spinning top.

Although the one or two taels of silver that Zheng Dagang earned every month was not a lot, it was enough to support the couple's simple and plain life.

After all, with a small courtyard left by my parents, I don't have to spend money on renting a house. I only have to pay for daily expenses such as food, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The monthly salary is naturally more than enough, and I can even save a little.

Although it is small, it is like a trickle, steadily nourishing this warm little home.

In addition, the young couple was hardworking, so before Qian Xiaolian gave birth to her new life, she would often take on some laundry work.

The piles of clothes that smelled of sweat and life were her hope to supplement the family income. Her hands were soaked in freezing water all day, and they were frozen red and swollen, like ripe carrots.

Although the wages were not much, they were enough to supplement the family income. The little surplus, like the stars in the ordinary life, brought a little comfort to the warm family of Zheng Dagang and Qian Xiaolian.

At that time, although the couple's life was not rich, it was simple and warm, like a stream flowing quietly under the warm spring sun, stable and comfortable.

They were full of hope and expectation. They hoped that their child Zheng Xiaobao would grow up healthily like a seedling breaking through the soil, and their life would gradually become prosperous like the flowers blooming in spring.

In their eyes, the future is a beautiful picture with colorful outlines.

However, the wheel of fate suddenly turned, ruthlessly crushing all their dreams - the evil cultivators were like a group of ghosts quietly crawling out of the abyss of hell, instantly disrupting the peaceful lives of ordinary people in the capital.

These evil cultivators were all dressed in black, like balls of flowing ink. Wherever they went, darkness filled the air.

Each of them had an expressionless face as if wearing a cold mask. The chains in their hands flashed a chilling light in the dimness, and every swing was like the roar of an evil spirit.

Their eyes are cold, sinister and bloodthirsty, just like evil wolves lurking in the cold night, making people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, the entire capital was sealed off by them like a steel cage. The evil cultivators went door to door, madly arresting young men and boys. Their posture was like a fierce black storm, catching everyone off guard.

Zheng Dagang's family was not spared either.

Qian Xiaolian remembers it very clearly.

That day, the couple had just finished dinner, and the dishes on the table still had some warmth from the food.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang", the yard door was suddenly kicked open roughly by a man in black holding an iron chain. The force was so great that it seemed to shatter the whole world.

The inky twilight outside the door suddenly descended, weighing heavily on the hearts of the young couple, on every inch of land in the capital, and on the hearts of all the ordinary people in the capital.

The streets were filled with suffocating fear, and screams and whimpers everywhere hit the ears of the young couple, adding a bit of sadness to the endless night.

Zheng Dagang was an experienced restaurant waiter after all. He reacted instantly, like an enraged cheetah. He picked up a bench and started a desperate fight with the man in black.

Hearing the miserable cries coming from the surrounding neighbors' homes, Zheng Dagang and Qian Xiaolian knew that something was wrong.

"I'm afraid that bandits are attacking the city and robbing it!" Zheng Dagang's mind flashed with the terrifying scene of the previous dynasty's Feiyiwei's chaos. He made a prompt decision and shouted to Qian Xiaolian, "Xiaolian, take your son out of the city and go to Dongshan National Master Hall!"

On the first day of every month, the couple would go to the Dongshan Imperial Master Hall. Although they could not climb the sacred hall, they could only devoutly light a stick of incense at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. The curling green smoke carried their wishes for a better life and also integrated the hopes of thousands of ordinary people in the capital.

Therefore, Qian Xiaolian knew that there was an immortal in the Imperial Master's Hall on the outskirts of the capital. As long as she went there, she could ask the immortal to save her husband.

Just by hearing the sound, the couple knew that their neighbors were experiencing the same thing as them, so Zheng Dagang made a prompt decision to let his wife and son escape quickly. The situation was critical now, and whoever could escape was the best.

Qian Xiaolian gritted her teeth and tried her best to escape, stumbling all the way.

Fortunately, they had lived in the capital for a long time and knew many dark alleys.

Fortunately, the Feiyi Guards of the previous dynasty were accomplices in bullying men and women, making everyone in Kyoto feel insecure. In order to survive, the common people banded together and secretly followed the officials' example and dug a tunnel leading directly to the outside of the city wall.

The entrances to these tunnels are located in inconspicuous corners of dark alleys, hidden behind scattered piles of debris.

There were many people who were in the same situation as Qian Xiaolian. Even though they were heartbroken, they just shed tears, quietly hugged, carried, or led their children, entered the tunnel nervously and orderly, and ran away anxiously...

Of course, the younger children had their mouths covered by the adults, while the older children covered their mouths tightly themselves. It can be seen that they have been warned by their elders that they can only escape if they are quiet.

In this way, the common people of Kyoto fled desperately all the way in tacit understanding.

The road ahead was dark, and everyone could only stumble along, relying on their familiarity with the road. They did not dare to light a fire for fear of attracting pursuers.

After falling down, they didn't dare to cry at all. They just stood up immediately and continued to run forward with the help of their family and neighbors...

Behind them was Kyoto, which was ablaze with flames rising to the sky and looked like hell on earth. There were young and strong men fighting for their survival.

They are the pillars of the family!

The common people in the capital kept fleeing and fleeing, until they fled to the Imperial Master's Palace.

But what was waiting for her was a piece of bad news that was like a bolt from the blue.

These bandits are all evil cultivators.

Their husbands and many young men and boys were ruthlessly captured and sacrificed by the evil cultivators.

The Imperial Master Su, who stood up for them, was also assassinated, and was rescued at the risk of his life by the owner of Jinxiu Pavilion and his fellows.

Like many other people, Qian Xiaolian watched all this unfold like a nightmare, but was powerless to stop it. The despair and pain in her heart were like a surging tide that completely drowned them.

There are countless ordinary people like Zheng Dagang's family in the capital. They are like lambs to be slaughtered. Under the cruel persecution of the evil cultivators, their lives instantly fall into the abyss of endless darkness.

This time, it was mostly the elderly, women and children who escaped with their young children. Without the mainstay of the family, everyone felt as if the sky had fallen.

They did not cry when the young and strong men covered their retreat; they did not cry when they shuttled through the dark alleys; they did not cry when they fled silently in the tunnels; they did not cry when they fell and got up again!

Because they had hope in their hearts. They had to hurry, faster, as long as they could run to the Dongshan Imperial Master Hall, they could ask the immortals to save the men, fathers, and brothers at home.

However, the ending made them devastated!

The decent-looking Su Xiaofei turned out to be an evil cultivator. She and the evil cultivator set a trap together and almost killed Master Su who went to the capital to rescue people.

Now, their eyes are full of fear, despair and sadness, just like the shivering baby birds in a bird's nest hit by a storm.

They were filled with panic, not knowing what to do in the future.

This time, if it weren't for the protection of the National Master's Palace, their lives would be like a kite with a broken string, completely out of control, and the only fate waiting for them was starvation to death, it was just a matter of time.

The evil deeds of the evil cultivators were appalling. They plundered and killed people wantonly in the capital, leaving devastation wherever they went. The capital instantly turned into a hell on earth.

The cries and pleas for mercy of the people intertwined and echoed in the air, like a series of sad elegies, but they were unable to awaken the evil practitioners' long-lost conscience.

There was only indifference, bloodthirstiness and greed in their eyes. In their eyes, the people were as small and humble as ants, and they could be trampled on and crushed at will.

In this sudden disaster, countless families in the capital were torn apart, and the hearts of the people in the capital were severely damaged, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, full of cracks.

Qian Xiaolian could only endure it all silently. For the sake of her hungry son, she had to live on like a weed standing firm in the wind.

This is Zheng Dagang’s only bloodline, and it is the chance to live that Zheng Dagang exchanged for his life!

Qian Xiaolian prayed silently countless times in her heart, hoping that one day the light of justice would penetrate the darkness, allowing her husband to return safely and allowing the people to live a peaceful and harmonious life again.

But in fact, Qian Xiaolian knew very well in her heart that her husband might never come back.

Su Xiaoya listened quietly to these extremely tragic stories, the anger in her heart, like a fire filled with oil, burning more and more fiercely.

She really couldn't imagine that Su Xiaofei could be so cruel to oppress these innocent people.

Those faces filled with pain and despair were like sharp knives, cutting her heart.

Su Xiaoya secretly vowed to seek justice for these victims and let Su Xiaofei receive the punishment she deserved, as if to let the sunshine penetrate the haze and dispel the evil in this world.