After the immortal disappeared

Weng Xing laughed: "Mr. Fang, you haven't been in the army for a long time, right?"

Fang Canran said truthfully: "Sixteen or seventeen years ago, I stayed in the army of Mou State for three or four months, which was indeed not long."

"I have heard of Mou State, and I have always wanted to go there." Weng Xing looked forward to it for a moment, then asked, "Is the fighting in the Mou Army very intense?"

Fang Canran thought, why do you have to ask questions? But he still answered: "It happened to be the end of autumn, and the army was training together. Two teams fought each other, and hundreds of people were killed and injured. It was really a mess. This matter also alarmed the emperor, and the commanders of both armies were punished."

"The army of Mou State is really lively." Weng Xing laughed, "It is said that large-scale group fights also occurred when we just joined the army, but they were suppressed immediately. The emperor does not allow private fights in the army. If there are grudges, they can go to the martial arts arena to solve them. It doesn't matter if you kill or maim, and you will not be punished."

"Oh, the martial arts arena." Fang Canran nodded, "There is also one in Yangshan Islands."

"Besides, they are all surrendered soldiers, how can they be so arrogant?" Weng Xing smiled, "This is under the jurisdiction of the Dragon God! I dare not say it in the future, at least now, they have to keep their tails between their legs and behave themselves."

Making trouble in the Dragon God Army, really wanting to die?

Fang Canran understood: "So that's it, Brother He has always had a way to manage the army."

As soon as the voice fell, a commotion broke out in the camp next to him.

"Fighting, fighting!" Several soldiers ran to the front tent upon hearing the noise.

Just as they said there would be no fighting in the army, the troublemakers came. Weng Xing looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Fang, wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Canran's consent, he raised his hand and jumped over the military fence, and disappeared.

"..." The army under He Xiao, from generals to soldiers, was very energetic.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Weng Xing ran back again, still jumping over the fence, with a refreshed face: "It's solved."

He shook his fist and shook off a few drops of blood.

"They are all new recruits, and they have no sense at all."

Fang Canran looked at the standard gate three feet away and was speechless for a moment.

"Please take me to see the Nine Nether Emperor."

"Okay, let's go here, and we'll be there soon!"

As a result, he crouched for several miles.

This legendary leader did not stay in the city, but lived in the Ziwu Club on the outskirts of the city. This manor was an empty shell that Yangshan Chamber of Commerce had bought in the past, and it was used exclusively for the purchase of mineral materials. He Lingchuan received the Emperor's slurry here last time.

As Fang Canran approached the manor, he found a layer of light black smoke floating outside it. When he got closer, he found that it was not smoke, but wisps of flying ghosts. Their faces were very blurry, and their facial features and expressions could not be seen clearly, but Fang Canran could feel their anger and irritability.

"Is this a barrier?" Apart from ghosts and immortals, what kind of ghosts can appear in broad daylight?

"I guess so." Weng Xing explained, "The emperor said that this is the wall of karma. It's not so easy for spies to get in."

The power of karma? As a practitioner, Fang Canran certainly knew the horror of karma, but it was the first time he saw the concrete form of the power of karma.

Who can gather so many karmas? Fang Canran scratched his head, worthy of being the Nine Nether Emperor.

Outsiders see this manor as sinister and gloomy, like a place of hell. Who dares to approach it?

Weng Xing handed him a green leaf: "Take it and you can go in."

This leaf is ordinary and seems to be readily available in Duocheng. Fang Canran held the leaf and walked into the wall of karma, and couldn't help shuddering.

It seemed that something with bad intentions was about to attach to his body, but was blocked by the leaf in his hand.

If there was no leaf...

"Please follow me." Weng Xing led the way in front.

As soon as he entered the manor, he was very serious.

Fang Canran asked him: "Have you seen the true face of the Nine Nether Emperor?"

On the way here, he heard that the Nine Nether Emperor usually wore black armor and a mask when he made public appearances, and did not show his true face.

"Yes, twice, both in this manor." Weng Xing stepped on the ground, "As soon as he left the barrier, he became the Nine Nether Emperor."

He remembered that he was shocked on the spot when he saw the true face of the emperor for the first time.

So young!

But since he is the reincarnation of the Dragon God, any appearance is very reasonable.

It is said that the immortals in ancient times also have the ability to maintain their youth and immortality.

Fang Canran looked around and found that the top of the manor was also wrapped in the karma barrier, so that the beasts from the outside world could not spy on the inner workings of Ziwuhui.

In the eyes of outsiders and the army, this layer of black smoke barrier gave the Nine Nether Emperor a more mysterious and majestic color.

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Ziwuhui is used as a mine warehouse and a material transfer station, so there are flat land and warehouses everywhere. Fang Canran even saw a large water tank standing on the open ground, the largest of which can reach more than ten feet in height.

"Is this for receiving the emperor's slurry?" The arrangement of the water tanks seemed to be in line with some kind of formation.

"It is said that it was used during the last outbreak of Emperor Liujiang." Weng Xing explained rigorously, "I was not here at the time, so I did not see it with my own eyes."

He sent Fang Canran to the most imposing building in the manor, and a man came up to greet him leisurely: "Brother Fang, you are finally here."

He was dressed in a military suit, black armor and red robe, with red jade hair tied up, and he was upright and handsome.

When the noisy wind blew in front of him, it was all quiet.

Isn't it He Lingchuan?

Weng Xing brought the man here and left immediately.

Fang Canran noticed that this rough man straightened his back when facing He Lingchuan. He bowed his head and took three steps back before turning around and leaving.

"You have long legs, and you made it in time for lunch." He Lingchuan made a "please" gesture to him, "Sit down in front."

Fang Canran didn't bother to be polite with him and followed him to the back of the house.

There were a few piles of wood that had not been cleared in the open space, and a few big wild mountain osmanthus. The flowers were half-opened and closed, but the fragrance could not be contained. When the wind blew, it was thick and light.

The original owner of Ziwu Club was finally a bit interesting. He built a small pavilion with solid materials but no fancy things next to the wild osmanthus, called "Unknown Pavilion".

A corner of the pavilion was dyed yellow, with a little osmanthus, and the autumn atmosphere was spreading.

Fang Canran looked at these words and felt that they were very appropriate to his current mood.

After knowing each other for so long, he suddenly felt very strange when he looked at He Lingchuan again.

I don't know how to read, that's a good word.

"This poor place, there's really nothing good to eat." He Lingchuan personally brought a food basket, took out two bamboo tubes, one dish and one soup, "These are all some food dug from the mountains and waters, Brother Fang, please make do with them?"

There is a mine next to Duocheng, the land is not flat, and the soil is not fertile, so you can't grow any good crops, but there are large bamboo forests.

The bamboo tube rice that He Lingchuan took out was made by stuffing dried mushrooms, onions, dried fish and raw rice into bamboo tubes and stewing them together.

When the lid was opened, it was full of the fresh smell of mountain products.