Unfolding the parchment, the ancient words inside appeared before Xia Yuanqiu's eyes like a heavenly book.
Fortunately, except for Xia Yuanqiu, both Dean Gou and Zhu Yan could recognize this text.
"What is this?" Xia Yuanqiu asked curiously.
After Zhu Yan read the parchment, an excited smile appeared on his handsome face: "This is the cold soul technique. By practicing this technique, you can control the cold snow and ice soul for your own use. If we master this technique, it will be possible Get Xuan Bing.”
Dean Gou said: "Don't be too happy too early. This Cold Soul Technique is not that easy to refine. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been hiding here gathering dust."
Xia Yuanqiu smiled and said: "Nothing is difficult in this world, only those who are willing can do it!"
Gou Yuan kept nodding: "That's right. Nothing is difficult in the world. Since someone has created the Cold Soul Technique, it's not just for the sake of confining it to a tall building. We can't practice it. Maybe it's because our talents are not that good. I hope you can practice it." Chenghan Soul Technique." He placed the parchment scroll recording the Cold Soul Technique into Zhu Yan's hands, and at the same time, he also handed the fate of the entire Beihai Kingdom into their hands.
Fengli hurriedly walked in and said to Dean Gou: "Dean, Donghai College has sent food and clothing."
Dean Gou was overjoyed: "This is great. I was worried about what I would do to settle these refugees. Dean Bai really gave me timely help." He then frowned and said, "No, I heard about Donghai City a while ago. The wheat fields were attacked by locusts, and almost all the wheat that was about to mature was swept away by the locusts. It stands to reason that Donghai City should be suffering from famine now, so why is there still excess food sent to us?"
Xia Yuanqiu smiled and said: "Just use it when it's delivered to you. Don't think so much. If it's not enough, just tell me. I still have a lot of food stored here, which is enough for a big guy to eat for a while."
Zhu Yan put away the sheepskin roll and said to Xia Yuanqiu: "I think the dean still has a lot of things to do. Let's go first. It's time to give medicine."
The two left the Jingluo Courtyard and went straight to the martial arts field. Seeing that the medicine had been cooked, they joined the team that distributed the medicine to the refugees.
Ye Rui searched from one end of the martial arts field to the other in the refugee area, not sparing anyone, hoping to find his mother and Miss Shi. Seeing that the entire martial arts field was about to be searched, there was still no trace of his mother. He was getting more and more panicked, and then he suddenly heard Erdai shouting: "Master, Master, Grandma and Miss Shi are here, come here quickly!"
Erdai squatted next to a haggard-looking woman, waving and shouting to Ye Rui.
Ye Rui heard the words and ran over quickly. He saw that although his mother had lost a lot of weight, although he was very weak, and although his eyes were a little dull, at least she was still alive, and his mother was still alive, which was more important than anything else.
Until she saw her son's face clearly, Mrs. Ye's dull eyes finally gained some brilliance. She reached out to touch her son's familiar face and murmured: "Isn't this a dream? Rui'er, is it really you?"
Ye Rui nodded quickly, grabbed his mother's hand, and choked with sobs: "Mom, my son came late, and you suffered."
Mrs. Ye quickly shook her head and said with a smile: "Silly boy, it's great that you can come. I can still be sad because I am going to die here and never see your face again. I didn't expect you to come here." Mom, mom is so happy."
The mother and son held each other's hands and cried, and the girl Shi and Erdai beside them were also happy and wiped away tears.