Chapter 105: Praying Mantis Catches Cicada and Oriole Empress
After discussing and discussing, the three of them couldn't help but feel worried about the days ahead.
The distribution of clean water has been reduced one after another. This situation has lasted for nearly two months. Today is the largest reduction, causing so many deaths and injuries immediately.
Ermao said that few ordinary people get clean water today, and most of the water is taken away by practitioners. If the distribution is reduced, the chances of them picking up iron pots will become smaller and smaller.
Zheng Qiu scratched his head and guessed: "The clear water has decreased so quickly, you think, maybe there is something wrong with the spring."
Ma Peng sighed: "Even if there is something wrong with the spring, what can we do? The wilderness is so big that we can't get out at all, so let's resign ourselves to fate."
The commander who saw Zheng Qiu pouring the water walked through the narrow alleys and around the scattered stone houses, his eyes swept over the passing pedestrians, as if he was looking for something.
Soon, he set his sights on a cultivator, who was a little thin, with a lot of patches on his clothes, an iron kettle belt hanging around his waist, and his walking steps were a bit heavy, as if he was exhausted.
The commander leaned over and stopped in front of the man.
"Get lost..." The cultivator was in a bad mood and waved his hand to push away the person in front of him, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw the bright red word "Ling" on his clothes.
So he hurriedly suppressed the latter words, took a few steps back slightly, and smiled: "Master Commander, what do you want?"
The commander observed the thin man's expression, and said in a confident tone, "You didn't get any water."
The face of the skinny cultivator suddenly collapsed: "No, I am not cultivated enough, and I can't compete with others."
Hearing this, an imperceptible smile flashed in the commander's eyes: "Then I will give you a chance to get water."
The voice of the commander was like rain after a long drought, which made the thin man very happy. He took off the belt of the iron pot and hugged it to his chest, thinking that the commander would give him water.
However, the commander did not take any action, and just said flatly: "I want you to get water, not give you water. On the road to the northwest side of the city wall, there are three little beggars, and they have water hidden in their bodies."
Seeing the thin man's eyes light up, the commander added: "The three children are all ordinary people."
"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord!"
The commander ignored the thin man who thanked him repeatedly, jumped onto the roof and disappeared in a hurry.
The joyful expression on the thin man's face immediately turned into confusion. He instinctively felt that something was wrong. The commander had always been ruthless. When would he care about other people's lives?
Moreover, among the hundreds of orderers, he didn't know anyone, so how could he be taken care of by the orderer? This is a strange thing.
The thin man hesitated again and again, and his desire for water gradually gained the upper hand. He thought about going to have a look first. If they were really three beggars with no cultivation level, it would not be too late to snatch them.
Thinking of this, he fastened the belt of the iron pot, pulled the cloth scarf around his collar to cover his face, and rushed to the northwest side with his skills.
The skinny practitioner walked through the narrow alleys without jumping onto the roof. There was a water fetching point nearby, and there were still people fighting fiercely there.
Far away from the fighting area, turned out of a stone house, and not far away, three children in ragged clothes came into his sight.
Could it be that these three are the little beggars that the commander said?
The thin man looked around, quietly climbed up to the nearby stone house, and followed carefully along the roof.
Crouching on the roof,
He squinted his eyes and observed carefully. The three little beggars were indeed children, and two of them had heavy feet and fluffy legs. They should be ordinary people who had never practiced.
However, one of the children walked more briskly than the other two, and breathed more steadily than the other two, and seemed to have some foundation in cultivation.
The thin man was uncertain, so he decided to try it out before doing it.
He jumped off the roof, turned into a nearby alley, circled around and came to the front of the little beggar. Then he saw the opportunity, stumbled out of the alley, and fell down in front of the little beggar with a bang.
Zheng Qiu and the others were walking on the path and were about to get close to the city wall where they were hiding. At this moment, a person suddenly rushed out from the alley next to them and fell to the ground staggeringly.
Zheng Qiu and the others were startled, and hurriedly backed away.
"Hiss, whoops, hiss..." the thin man sat up covering his legs, baring his teeth and crying out in pain.
The three of Zheng Qiu looked at each other, and among them, Ma Peng reminded in a low voice: "This man has an iron pot belt on his waist. He may be a cultivator. Be careful."
The eared cat nodded, and replied: "I'll lean over to have a look first, if the situation is not right, you run away."
After finishing speaking, the eared cat looked at the thin man who was sitting on the ground crying in pain, and moved closer.
The thin man looked up, and found that the little beggar who was relying on him was an ordinary person, and the child who seemed to have a foundation in cultivation was still standing in the distance.
He frowned slightly, quietly stopped the exercise, and then grinned and said to the ear cat: "Child, give me a hand, I sprained my ankle."
The eared cat walked half a foot away from the thin man, stopped and asked, "Who are you? Do you fetch water?"
"Yes! But this time I was beaten so hard, I am just an ordinary person, how could I get water."
The thin man raised his hand on the ground, moaned and wiped away his tears, the yellow sand on his hand covered his face.
"Those cultivators saw the iron pot belt on me, so they chased me all the time, and finally got rid of them, but now they sprained their feet."
After hearing the words, the ear cat thought for a while and asked: "Then why don't you throw away the iron pot belt, so that people won't chase you."
The thin man shook his head again and again: "No, absolutely not! My family is so poor, and there is only one iron kettle belt in total. If I throw it away, what will the family do?"
The thin man said while watching the little beggar's reaction.
Seeing that the little beggar began to hesitate, he immediately added: "Give me a hand and help me walk half an alley west. There is a hiding place there, just throw me there."
After hearing the thin man's words, the eared cat felt that this man was quite sensible and knew how to avoid causing trouble to others, so he walked up to the thin man, grabbed the thin man's arm and lifted it up.
But no matter how skinny the thin man was, he was still an adult, and he deliberately relaxed his legs to let his body fall down, how could the eared cat pull it up by himself.
"Ouch, Ouch!" the thin man cried out in pain, and said to the ear cat, "Hiss, no, you can't hold me alone, kid. Are those two your friends? Let them help you!"
The eared cat turned around and greeted loudly: "Zheng Qiu, Ma Peng, he is not a cultivator, come and help me quickly, I can't pull it."
Zheng Qiu and Ma Peng glanced at each other, and immediately ran over to help Ermao. They held the arms and pulled the thin man up.
With the support of the three children, the thin man walked on tiptoe and hopped on one leg into the alley, still shouting: "Hiss, it hurts! Slow down, slow down!"
But the arm held up by Zheng Qiu, had a vague vigor, and quickly swept over Zheng Qiu's shoulder.
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