After the immortal disappeared

The fonts on the heavenly book disappeared and returned to blank space.

Ambassador Du Yun said respectfully: "It is our duty to monitor the changes in this artifact."

It means that the gods should not be blamed.

The emperor pointed at the altar: "Rely on that thing?"

"Exactly." Du Yunshi said solemnly, "That is also a divine object."

"Send Bai Ziqi and go south tomorrow morning to find out as soon as possible." The emperor turned and walked out, his voice indifferent, "Seizing the pot and killing people, it will be settled once and for all."

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Sun Fuling is not at home.

He Lingchuan was lying on the wall and saw that her yard was also full of flowers and plants, especially the dozens of huge hydrangeas that almost filled the corners of the wall, blooming with a blue-purple color that was unusual among flowers.

In the past, there was nothing in this small courtyard. It was so empty that when a thief came, I wanted to cry.

The shells and wind chimes under the eaves tinkled, accusing the owner of leaving home without reason.

But in He Lingchuan's yard, the flowers and plants are still tall and tall, and the fish in the tank are full of energy, many of them. It can be seen that when he left, Sun Fuling would come over regularly to take care of it.

He Lingchuan took out two books and went out. He was going to Wenxuan Pavilion to return the books and to look up the history of Yuan Kingdom.

The devil is in the details, maybe he will find something else.

Ever since he listened to the conversation between Yuan Kingdom's monarchs and ministers, he had a sense of urgency in his heart, and he was thinking about collecting clues quickly.

He Lingchuan wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind while riding in the car, but the driver was very talkative and started talking about "returning eastward".

Only then did He Lingchuan know that in the two days since he left, the news that "the monarch ordered the relocation of Panlong's soldiers and civilians to return to the country" had spread, and the streets and alleys were hotly discussed.

Some people say they can come back, others say this is a conspiracy.

Some people are eager to return home, while others don't want to go back at all.

If this kind of argument is accompanied by alcohol, in the end, the voice and fists are often used to decide who makes more sense.

Therefore, there were even rare fights and injuries in more than a dozen wine shops in Panlong City, which were all the product of the excitement of the crowd.

He saw that the driver was also in his early forties. His left sleeve was rolled up, revealing a long scar on his arm.

This is Scar. "You are also a soldier, right? Do you want to go back?"

The driver sighed: "When I was a child, I lived on Huangzhou Island. I could catch fish and shrimps at will, and pick out island eggs from the trees." He pointed to the big tree on the roadside, "Now let alone pick up island eggs, you are here Try cutting a branch, maybe you’ll get a few whippings.”

"Look at the young people in the city, they don't want to go back." The coachman added, "They have lived here since childhood and think that the Panlong Wasteland is the best in the world. They have also heard that corruption is common in the mother country and people's livelihood is difficult, so how can they Don’t even want to go.”

"Then you really want to go back?"

"I don't dare to go back." The coachman shook his head, "I have been away from my hometown for thirty years, and I am not familiar with the place again. I heard that bandits are everywhere in my motherland, so I am afraid that I will not have a good life when I go back. Besides, the road back home is not that good. Let’s go, how many people will die in the process?”

"Didn't you say that the Baling Kingdom will open the Jinxi Corridor to us? It should be easy to walk?"

"Hey, Baling Kingdom!" The coachman pointed to the scar on his hand, "My injury was inflicted by the Baling people. My arm was almost gone at that time. Many of our good soldiers died in Baling and Xianyu. In the hand? If Baling is reliable, the sow can climb the tree."

He sighed: "That's it. Regardless of whether we go back or not, the entire Panlong Wasteland will be in turmoil for a while."

Passing by Yunling Island on the way, Fatty Bai stood at the door and chatted with the guests.

He Lingchuan got out of the car temporarily and came to him to replenish his sleeve arrows, medicine and other consumables.

After Bai Zhu accepted the money, he hesitated to speak. He Lingchuan put his arms around his shoulders and laughed: "Are you still thinking about that?"

"You really haven't heard of it?" Bai Kuai sighed, "It has spread all over the city. Look at the situation outside, as if we are going back tomorrow."

He wanted to take advantage of it, but he didn't.

"Then why don't you come back?" He Lingchuan glanced at him. The fat man didn't tell the truth. "Don't make trouble about my store. You can give it to others, or you can let others take care of it. You can run away first."

He had learned how flexible businessmen's methods were from Shi Er and his butler Ding Zuodong. Can a mere shop stop Fatty Bai from going back?

Bai Ku was speechless. Wasn't he unsure of Panlongcheng's intentions? If this news finally comes to nothing and he withdraws from the business, what will happen next? Without the protection of the Panlong City Army, I don’t know how many disasters I would encounter on the way back home. Who can guarantee that I can walk through the Jinxi Corridor of Baling Kingdom?

However, what he said about "the whole city being full of troubles" is not untrue. He Lingchuan's ears were sharp and he heard two tables of guests on the second floor of the teahouse opposite talking about returning eastward.

It is indeed the most popular event.

He Lingchuan patted Bai Xiao on the shoulder: "Take your heart back and open the store properly. We will definitely not leave."

Bai Mo was shocked: "How do you know that you have inside information?"

He Lingchuan gave him a mysterious smile: "It can't be said, it can't be said."

To put it bluntly, he came from later generations, and of course he knew that the people of Panlong City had never left Panlong Wasteland before their destruction.

Although the direction of the dream may not completely coincide with history, in his impression, nothing major has happened that can change the main plot.

Therefore, most of the people here cannot leave.

Thinking of this, his heart moved.

If the Xiluo Kingdom really issued a relocation order, and Panlong's soldiers and civilians obeyed the order and returned eastward, would they be able to escape the final fate of being slaughtered?

This idea grew like a weed in his mind and he couldn't stop it.

I don't know when he started to worry about this city and its residents, and he wholeheartedly resisted the arrival of the doomsday moment.

He was a witness to the last moment of Thousand Star City's fall.

It's so tragic, hopeless and tragic that words can't describe it.

He Lingchuan wholeheartedly did not want Panlong City to make the same mistakes. After all, this city gave him a growing sense of belonging.

After getting back in the car, He Lingchuan also wanted to stop by the Promotion Department.

He had accumulated enough military merit again, and this time he wanted to exchange it for a marksmanship.

An inch is long and an inch is strong. After experiencing the Battle of Hanhe, he had a deeper understanding of this statement. There will definitely be many opportunities for immediate combat in the future. Although the Fu Sheng Dao is good, it cannot escape the category of short-term combat.

He had seen the marksmanship of General Hong, Xiao Maoliang, Hong Chenglue and even Zhao Pan, and was filled with envy.

The name of the marksmanship given to him by the Promotion Department is simple and unpretentious. It is called "Thunder Spear Skill", which means that the gun should be fired like thunder. It should not only be fast, but also have the power of thunder.

He Lingchuan's combat experience has become increasingly rich, and he deeply understands the paradox that "the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is fast". Don’t hummingbirds flap their wings fast? What threat does it pose to people? It can probably fan you when the weather gets hot.

Be fast, steady, accurate and ruthless, fast but never lacking. This is the true meaning of victory.

He had just memorized the spear formula and was about to return the jade slip to Liu Gongcao when a guard rushed in from outside and asked: "Who is He Lingchuan?"

"I am."

"The Red General has an order for you to go to the Gange Hall on duty immediately."

Have a mission? He Lingchuan threw down the jade slip and followed the messenger away.

The Gange Hall is one of the places where Panlong City's top officials discuss major military matters. Not to mention that it is inaccessible to casual visitors, Sergeant Dafeng can only enter with a token.

He Lingchuan followed the messenger, passed through the government office and headed north, and soon passed by Zhong Shengguang's house.

The Gange Hall was built behind his house so that the boss of the city could convene a meeting immediately.

There are no green plants at all in this place. The ground is made of bluestone and the walls are also bluestone. It is empty and cold. Said to be a meeting hall, He Lingchuan felt more like a prison. As soon as he entered this space, he immediately felt a sense of chill.

There are two halls, one large and one small, where the actual discussions take place. The exterior facades are all boxy, with all the gaps filled in.

Even a light green grasshopper landing on the wall is conspicuous.

And as soon as it jumped over, it slid to the ground. Apparently there was a barrier in the house itself, which prohibited creatures from stopping on it.

There used to be trees in the yard, and the stumps were still very thick, but they had been cut down.

It is easy to hide people or other things if there are trees. After all, the monitoring methods in this world are ever-changing.

He Lingchuan discovered the barrier as soon as he entered. It was still several layers. If someone forced his way in or sneaked in, the alarm would be triggered.

Just looking at these arrangements, you can tell that the issues that can enter the Gange Hall are not simple.

The messenger stopped approaching the door of the small hall and said, "Wait here." He turned around and left.

His mission has ended and he cannot enter the hall.

Even the wind blowing into the Gange Hall was colder. He Lingchuan had only stood for a short time when several more Gale Army soldiers came in from outside.

Then, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong appeared.

The red general casually nodded to two people, one of whom was He Lingchuan: "You guys go on duty inside the hall." Then he said to the others, "You guys stay on guard outside the hall."

Everyone acted as ordered.

He Lingchuan entered the small hall. The area here was only about fifty square meters, and most of the space was taken up by the large sand table in the center, so it could accommodate up to twenty people.

General Red stood on the sand table and manipulated it a few times. The loose sand began to pile up into shapes, and hills, mountains, lakes, rivers, and valleys appeared one by one.

In about half an hour, the sand table was fully formed.

From the perspective of He Lingchuan, you can just see the majestic plateau and the stone forest like a thousand sails——

On the sand table are the Chipa Plateau and the Ghost Needle Stone Forest, Zhu Erniang's home.

The red general is wearing a mask again.

This time it's an eagle-headed mask, in three colors: brown, gold, and red. The workmanship is equally fine, and the style is also a bit abstract.

It must be said that General Red’s aesthetics has always been online. He Lingchuan was very curious, who made the mask for her?

Zhong Shengguang also stood on the edge of the sand table, looking down at the miniature Panlong City.

There is a vertical line between his eyebrows, the result of frequent frowning.

Commander of Panlong Wasteland, this position represents responsibilities and burdens that ordinary people cannot bear.

What's more, He Lingchuan remembered King Yuan's entrustment. The "scourge" that caused the mighty Yuan Kingdom to perish with grief and anger is now here with Zhong Shengguang. Once the secret is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous. Just for this alone, the psychological pressure he has to bear is unimaginable.