The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

9. The reviled demon emperor

Pingqiao Town is located ten miles southeast of Clear Water Bay, and it takes an hour to walk there.This is the most remote town under the rule of Fu'an City, and it is also the place where Ji Ping'an often sells medicine.

Waking up in the morning full of energy, with nothing in the basket, Ji Pingan walked quickly, and after half an hour, Pingqiao Town appeared in front of him.

The name of Pingqiao Town originated from an ancient bridge in the north of the town. It is said that this bridge was built by a great power to benefit ordinary people. It has a history of thousands of years in Pingqiao Town.

The bridge is one hundred feet long and two feet wide, spanning a large river.There are not too many decorations on the bridge, only the blue and black moss tells its long history and vicissitudes.Every time Ji Pingan came to Pingqiao Town, he had to walk across this bridge.

Halfway through the walk, Ji Pingan sharply saw a figure shaking on the roof of the house at the other end of the bridge.When he got closer, he could see clearly that the houses on both sides of the street had no roofs, and people were hurrying to put up tiles and build new roofs.

Large and small roller skates are installed on the edge of the house. They lift baskets of tiles, rafters one by one, and even thick beams can be lifted and placed in proper positions by larger roller skates.The skillful craftsmen cooperated tacitly, and the dilapidated roof was repaired bit by bit in their hands.

It was the first time Wumo saw humans building a house, and he looked at Ji Pingan's shoulder with great enthusiasm.It turns out that it takes so much effort for people without aura to build a house. It seems that it is not easy to build such a tall house with their own hands using simple tools.

Just as Ji Pingan stopped to watch, he heard a call: "Peace! Peace!"

The voice came from the top of his head. Ji Pingan looked up and saw a bright young man lying on the roof in front of him and calling him, "Here!"

This person is Lin Song, a boy from Songhetang, where Ji Pingan often sells medicines. People who are close to him will call him pine nuts.Seeing Ji Ping'an and his eyes met, Song Zi raised his voice and said, "Are you going to sell medicine at Songhetang? Don't go, the shopkeeper is not here today!"

Ji Pingan replied: "I'm not going to sell medicine, I'm going to the town to find craftsmen who can build houses."

The surrounding voices were too noisy, and Songzi couldn't hear clearly, so he stretched out his voice: "What are you talking about—I can't hear you—wait a minute, I'll come down right away!"

Song Zi was as agile as a monkey. He grabbed the rope on the pulley next to him and slid down from the roof to the ground. The speed was so fast that Ji Ping'an's heart jumped out of his throat when he saw this scene.

Ji Pingan hurried over: "Take it easy! What if you fall?"

Songzi let go of the rope and clapped his hands indifferently: "Hey, I'm used to going up and down these days. What did you just say?"

Ji Pingan said: "I said, I don't sell medicine today, I'm here to ask the craftsmen who built the house to help build the house."

Songzi asked stupidly, "What's wrong with your house?"

Ji Pingan smiled wryly: "The demon gods fought, and my house was affected and collapsed."

The pine nuts exploded as soon as they heard it: "I'm going to die! Your family is in trouble too?! Why didn't those two animals fight and kill them? What a disaster! The [-]th generation of his mother's ancestors! An old animal with no children! He has sores on his head and hemorrhoids on his feet. pus……"

Next, Song Zi greeted the [-]th generation of the ancestors of the two demon gods and all their descendants. The words were so intense and angry that the passers-by looked sideways. Ji Pingan tried to persuade him for a long time but did not persuade him.

No ink: ...

He thought that the words He Lang scolded him were vicious enough, but he didn't expect that He Lang could be regarded as a cutie compared to the human being in front of him!

Wu Mo thought that he was quite reserved, but when Song Zi scolded him, his anger rose slowly.But he is no longer that majestic demon emperor, and the little milk cat's staring eyes will not cause any damage.

Wumo feels a little wronged, isn't it because the house collapsed?As long as his cultivation base recovers by [-]%, this kind of damage is just a matter of fingers for him.

Before he had more contact with humans, he really didn't know how hard it is for humans to build a house.But now he knows, when he recovers, he will definitely give everyone in Pingqiao Town a big house!

So can you stop scolding?

Ji Pingan said softly: "Okay Songzi, no matter how loudly you scold, the demon god won't be able to hear you. Why waste your tongue? Hurry up!"

Songzi spat fiercely on the ground a few times: "Yes, let's not talk about those two beasts, I feel my mouth is dirty when I talk about them!"

Ji Pingan listened to the swearing, and changed the subject with a smile: "By the way, do you know where the master who built the house in the town lives?"

Songzi's face was complicated: "I know, but I know, it's just...you must have made a futile trip today. Did you see that most of the houses in Pingqiao Town have their heads shaved, and every family is busy building houses during this period. The master builders of the house are so busy that they are almost smoking, and their list is scheduled until next summer."

Song Zi casually pointed to the house next to him: "Many houses on North Street have their heads shaved, and the damage is not serious. On West Street and South Street, several houses collapsed and a few people were crushed to death. The shopkeeper My old lady was given by the fallen beams... hey..."

Ji Pingan was silent, the shopkeeper of Songhetang took good care of him.He also met his mother, who was a very kind old man, and she even treated him to snacks.Unexpectedly, such a good person would disappear like this, Ji Ping'an felt heavy: "What a good person, hey..."

Songzi let out a long sigh: "The shopkeeper has been busy with funerals these days, and the shop has been closed for a few days."

Ji Pingan sighed: "Of course this kind of thing happened at home, I'm not in the mood to manage the store. I don't know where the shopkeeper's house is. If possible, I would like to offer a stick of incense to the old lady."

Song Zi said: "Over there in the west of the city, didn't you say that you want to find the craftsman who built the house? It happens that there is a man surnamed Jiang who is good at crafting and lives next to the shopkeeper. You can go and have a look."

Ji Pingan said gratefully, "Thank you."

After parting with Song Zi, Ji Pingan walked along the main road towards South Street.Pingqiao Town is not very big, and it takes only half a cup of tea to walk from North Street to South Street.As soon as they arrived at South Street, Ji Pingan and Wu Mo were stunned.

South Street is considered to be the most affluent street in Pingqiao Town, where people come and go on weekdays, but now only the devastation can be seen.Several shops that Ji Pingan was familiar with were damaged to varying degrees, and the most luxurious restaurant in Pingqiao Town was directly turned into ruins.

It doesn't matter if the house is just in ruins. Looking around, half of the houses on South Street have hung white sails, and the crying sounded half the street.

Such a tragic situation, those who heard it were sad, and those who saw it wept.

Ji Pingan quickly found the shopkeeper's home. The shopkeeper's surname is Zhang. When Ji Pingan saw him last time, he was a middle-aged man with a round figure and a kind face.During this meeting, shopkeeper Zhang lost a lot of weight, his face was sad and spiritless, and his energy seemed to be taken away.

In the simple mourning hall, Ji Pingan respectfully offered a stick of incense to the deceased old lady.Shopkeeper Zhang was leaning on a chair beside him dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. His voice was hoarse: "My mother has been ill for a long time. During this time, she couldn't eat or sleep well. It was a stormy day, and her old man had a bowl of salty porridge at home. After that, I slept peacefully. I saw that she was sleeping soundly, so I didn't call her, and the house collapsed..."

Shopkeeper Zhang's eyes were red, and he wiped away his tears: "That's fine, mother, don't suffer anymore."

Ji Ping'an felt even more uncomfortable: "Uncle Zhang, you can't come back to life after death, so please accept your condolences."

Shopkeeper Zhang burst into tears: "I understand the truth, everyone will have this day, sooner or later. It's just that as a son of man... as a son of man... too, too suddenly... I haven't had time to be filial. !"

Shopkeeper Zhang was so choked up that he couldn't speak, Ji Ping'an's eyes were also red.For those who have lost their loved ones, no amount of language is pale.

Wu Mo was in a bad mood, worse than when he lost a battle.

He heard a lot of voices along the way, some were cursing him and Leng Changtian, some were lamenting that God was not open, some were complaining about the skyrocketing prices of grain and building materials this year...

In the past period of time, he has heard the most scolding in his life.

As the demon emperor, the subordinates around him respected his orders, not to mention scolding him in front of him, there were not even demons who disobeyed his orders in public.

He is used to giving orders from above, and he is used to saying what he says.He has heard too many praise words, and he is used to seeing glamorous people.Whether it is a human cultivator or a demon cultivator, whoever meets him will be respectful and dare not show his air.

However, here, in this small town where human beings gather, he saw with his own eyes the disaster he brought to them, and saw how this group of fragile people who could not use aura struggled to survive.

Every word and deed of a person in a high position will affect the common people. He has always understood this truth, but it has never been so profound.

It is said that under the law of heaven, everyone is an ant. He claims to be a strong man, but what is the difference between him and ordinary people?Without the ability to control aura, he is not even as good as a cat.

When the house collapsed, he could use his spirit to restore them, and even build a better house for them.But when a person is gone, he can never be resurrected again. This principle is beyond comprehension.

It was precisely because he understood that he realized that some of the harm he had caused to the people of Pingqiao Town was irreparable.

He is not omnipotent, and he also has times when he is at a loss and unable to do anything.

Wu Mo slumped back into Ji Ping'an's back basket, his mind was buzzing, and countless people's yelling and crying echoed in his mind.

The high and mighty Demon Emperor was wilted.

The author has something to say:

In many literary works, the protagonist kills the Quartet/madness/confers the king and worships the general... Everyone only sees their Su Shuangtian, and they don't see the sacrifices of the NPCs.

Yaohuang Wumo is such a type of 'protagonist'.

This article does not mean to condemn all such Su Shuangwen and Long Aotian characters, but just a whim, trying to tell an ordinary and warm story from another angle, I hope someone will like it.

It doesn't matter if you don't like it, in Ping An's words: Long live peace!