Chapter 757: Better Not to Have a Bent Spine

Somewhere on the east bank of Ba Bridge, many flatbed carts unloading were parked; auxiliary troops from Bianzhou transferred grain to the local laborers organized in Chang'an, and the army provisions were moved into the temporary granary that had just been built.

"This way! This way!"

Zhang Guangsheng shouted, facing the queued refugees and locals hoping to leave Chang'an, remaining calm and composed as he directed them onto the carts.

Strong men dragged the women and children from their homes, and after a stretch of road...

As soon as the words finished, the Shenchuan City Gate opened again, and Wu Tian personally led a dozen or so generals out of the city, lining up in a single file. One of them brandished a great sword and charged straight at Liu Yong. This time the round was insufficient, and the Eastern Wa commander was again cut down by Liu Yong from his horse.

She never expected that medical care in this era would be so low‑level that even a night school could offer the profession.

"Teacher Yin." Lin Sheng politely greeted, reciting his lines beside her, never giving him a proper look.

She startled, staggered back a step, then as if enraged, snatched a wooden comb from the table and hurled it violently at the mirror.

A pair of blue‑and‑white high heels, studded with sparkling crystals, looked very elegant and were among the few high heels she owned.

"Let's go, and meet Mom's brother." Gu Wan pulled her hand; Lin Sheng's hand was stiff, the fingertips alternately turning red and white from her own pinching.

Qi and blood surged wave after wave, trembling endlessly, seemingly infinite, inexhaustible. The flesh surged again by a hundred thousand jin, reaching an astonishing fifteen hundred thousand jin, like a wild beast that could not be stopped.

Because he knew that refining pills was not a simple matter; even if one knows the herbs, one may not know the refining techniques, the herb ratios, and so on.

"Listen, I'll draw you a bath." Lin Sheng pushed him into the bathroom, turned on the shower to fill the tub, and while waiting for the tub to fill, went to the kitchen to pour him a bowl of ginger water.

At first Song Yiqing was in a petty mood, only wanting to glance, but when her eyes landed on those two characters, a wave of chill instantly spread through her body.

In the distance, the boy sweeping the floor heard the words and couldn't help but mutter inwardly; he was speechless, thinking that one should leave a margin for future encounters. Being a C‑District noble, he saw no reason to mingle with commoners, who were merely ants.

Just as Tianming tried to draw the Kaiyuan Sun‑Shooting Bow, a earth‑shaking dragon's roar rang out, and the Nine‑Clawed Purple Dragon deep in the thunder‑sea of the sky stretched its massive body, unleashing ten‑thousand‑foot thunder.

But during that very ceremony, Lu Wu—or rather Lu Wu's predecessor—summoned that little thing beside him as his initial summoned beast.

In the blink of an eye, the mark burned onto Long Aotian's gleaming bald head instantly took on an unprecedented effect.

It is an old five‑story building, and Lu Zhongting's apartment occupies one of the rooms on the third floor.

A clever officer could easily discern the discrepancy from the pocket watch in his hand, while soldiers without a watch were bewildered; after all, the army's training manual had warned them of strange occurrences in battle.

This time there was no lingering dread; he drifted little by little, merging into the wall.

At that moment, a burst of angry shouts suddenly rang through the entire hall of Wei Man Yuan, drawing everyone's gaze.

The servant indicated that when Qi Bai Nian entered the room, the chance of him coming out would be zero! The sixth sense clearly told that someone was secretly plotting against Qi Bai Nian!?

Looking at Hao ZhiJian, the referee thought that a bright new star of the Quancheng Cup was about to rise at this moment.

Ling Xuer stared at the still‑closed, silent eyes of Huangfu Wuyou, holding her breath, then looked up at Ling Shuangxue, whose thoughts also seemed elsewhere.

Guoguo was somewhat smug, looking—her newly made friend's mother had just come over to ask for directions.

In fact, the tale of "Wu Zang Chongguang" is known to everyone under heaven; even without attending this gathering, the treasure‑hunting news will spread worldwide, and everyone will know it—so why must one join the contest?

Ling Feng, who had just turned around, turned again and saw the rickshaw reverse and come back.

He already had some doubts about her reputation, and now she had made his older brother dizzy and disoriented; Yin Junkai had no good impression of her. Seeing her frail appearance, he felt a hint of pity, thinking she was 'pretending.' His words, naturally, were somewhat harsh.

"Hmm, indeed, their luck is amazing; they actually managed to get into the finals. It seems people from Shenzhou are too weak," Han Qi said with a smile.

Qian Yifei was comparatively much calmer; his phone was an old‑style flip phone without internet capability, so he didn't bother about his vote count.

The white‑haired elder sighed, noting that the top two of the Owl Ranking indeed didn't appear; when she called to ask, she said she would fight Kui Ya before the competition, and Kui Ya would then automatically forfeit.

Of course, even if destiny is predestined, some still refuse to submit; Yue Fan is such, and Tie Xue likewise.

Even in that mood, Wang Hong felt uneasy during dinner that night; the dishes' flavors hadn't changed at all, still delicious, and for the palate they were a completely new experience.

He coaxed up to this point, feeling he had said almost everything; if Sheng Weiqiao still wouldn't listen—he truly thought he had run out of words.

Sun Chengzong remained dumbfounded, hearing only the words of the Chongzhen Emperor in his ears, the voice booming like thunder, eventually coalescing into a single sentence that echoed beside him.

No wonder, this is the pasture of the He Shuo Te Tribe; outsiders naturally arouse vigilance. As for politeness, the powerful have the luxury of not fearing it.

Ranked sixth is the exquisite treasure Qing Xuan Battle Robe, now famous; during Chu Zheng's Precelestial Stage it disgusted many people.

Fortunately, after Sheng Weiqiao's reaction, by mid‑January, under the exhaustive treatments of various physicians, things finally eased.

Although the Fan family is one of the eight great families, holding landlord privileges and even a Fan Family Celestial beside them, the elder remained unflinching, paying it no mind.

According to Chef Wu's development plan, fully exploiting raw material advantages across the country, opening branch factories elsewhere is inevitable.

Moreover, the boy was in the act of pulling up his pants; he turned his head only because her footsteps attracted him, and when their gazes met, the boy's eyes widened in terror and he let out a silent scream.