After the whole sect traveled to ancient times, I led the rebellion

"No future."

Pei Qi looked at Li Fei:

"If you can't farm well, and you can't rob, you might as well be a good person."

"Hey, military advisor, our fields have been planted recently, right?"

"Can you have a full meal?"

This was the first time Pei Qi asked such a sharp question.

Li Fei didn't know how to answer for a moment.

After Panlong Mountain annexed other villages, the total number of people, big and small, was more than 7,000.

It is really impossible to feed so many people. Before, we could get some food by annexing a den of thieves, but recently all the strongholds were destroyed by them, so where can we get food for them?

This land has just been planted, and whether the harvest will be good or not depends entirely on God's will.

What's more, if Li Fei was really asked to rob those passers-by, he had seen the silver-armored soldiers that day.

Can he survive the thunder?

the answer is negative.

Li Fei already had a plan in mind.

But when he looked at the brothers who had been with him through thick and thin, he realized that they had just turned over a new leaf, even though they hadn't even had a chance to eat a few bites of meat.

I really can’t reconcile myself to it.

Li Fei was hesitant.

After hearing these words, Dadao and Dajian immediately realized the key.

Dadao reacted quickly. He looked at their military advisor silently:

"Military Advisor, after we become good people, will we have white rice and flour buns to eat?"

Pei Qi did not express dissatisfaction with Da Dao's question:

"Are you satisfied with just rice and flour?"

He lay down slowly:

"There is still some drinking and eating meat."

Pei Qi silently thought of Anping and the man in Anping.

If it were her, she would rather suffer herself than make the people suffer.

After so many years, it's time for him to face reality.

Pei Qi looked at Li Fei:

"Tomorrow I will leave Panlong Mountain. Those of you who want to become good people with your letters of surrender can follow me.

If you want to continue staying on this mountain, that’s fine.”

"So fast!"

Li Fei exclaimed, ever since Pei Qi came to Panlong Mountain, the food on the mountain has visibly improved.

Why is it so sudden?

The swords and knives looked at each other.

It didn't say I'd leave tomorrow.

So, are they following the boss or the military advisor?

This situation is like parents getting divorced. Should you follow the father or the mother? This is the dilemma of the century.

The two men with big swords scratched their heads and looked at Li Fei and then at Pei Qi.

Li Fei was extremely anxious:

"Tomorrow, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

The next morning, it had been light for a long time and the light covered the earth, making even the barren fields look much softer.

"My Lord, a man in unusual clothing has approached our government office. Lord An said he is an old friend, and there are several thousand bandits gathered outside the city."

Mu Qing's hand that was picking up the soil froze.

The person An Yin knew was an old friend.

Mu Qing’s mind was in turmoil.

The old friend could only be someone from the Sword Sect, and several figures flashed through Mu Qing’s mind.

She asked the servants to collect the soil, and she rushed back to the government office in one step.

I don’t know which fellow disciple he is, or maybe his master.

Thinking about the bandits that suddenly gathered outside the city, she connected the monks from Panlong Mountain to this matter.

Mu Qing quickened her pace and hurried to the government office in Nanwan.

She pushed open the door, and at first sight, Mu Qing recognized the person in front of her.

Pei Qi lazily lay on the chair, with his white hair cascading down and winding all over the ground. Under his pair of phoenix eyes, his facial features were clear and otherworldly, as if he was not a person of this worldly world.

So exiled like a fairy————

How could Mu Qing not recognize someone who loves beauty and is so arrogant?

"Little Master, you brought your seven thousand bandits to beg from me?"