After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 213

  Chapter 213 In troubled times, evildoers

   "It's not bad, Dunyu is closer to the front line, and the surrounding roads are also easy to walk." Songyang Hou pondered, "However, Songyang Mansion has no favors in Dunyu, so please ask Mr. He to find me a good piece of land."

  He Chunhua of course agreed: "It's a trivial matter."

  The two then chatted about the current situation.

  He Lingchuan stood aside, drinking tea, eating fruit, and being a spectator. This Marquis of Songyang has bright eyes, bright teeth, and a decent appearance. No matter who he looks at, he always feels like spring breeze is blowing on his face.

   This is how He Yue was looked down upon by her.

  She is at most 20 years old, but she is graceful and graceful, and when discussing government affairs with He Chunhua, she is actually very insightful, and some political opinions coincide with each other.

  He Chunhua has great ambitions, but he rarely has the opportunity to speak freely with outsiders. This conversation was timed out, and he accidentally talked for more than half an hour.

   Mrs. Ying coughed for him several times before He Chunhua cut off the conversation, still wanting more.

  At this time, Songyang Hou was saying: "I heard that the demon puppet master Dong Rui will take revenge. This person has suffered under the hands of your father and son, and he probably won't let it go."

   "Thank you for reminding me." He Chunhua smiled wryly, "I don't know who thinks highly of me like this, paying a lot of money for evil."

   "It's either the New Year's Blessing or Dong Haoming. The former has a vengeance with you for killing your son, and the latter was ruined by you to seize the good thing of the artifact; no matter who it is, killing you will help weaken the power of the royal court."

   "Or maybe it's the remnants of Sun Fuping's side?"

  Marquis Songyang shook his head: "Sun Fuping's power has been wiped out, and it can basically be ruled out."

  He Lingchuan interjected: "I thought his disciples were all over the capital."

   "Sun Fuping has disciples and old friends, but when he became a national teacher, he had to be deliberately alienated, and the censor would focus on supervision. This is one of the most basic national policies. Whenever the national teacher has selfishness with important ministers, the important ministers will be severely punished."

  He Lingchuan shrugged: "Yes, so he and Da Sima colluded together."

  Isn't the national policy useless?

   "Sun Fuping has no children, and he has no relatives to avenge him after his death." Songyang Hou laughed, "The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, the eldest son is too worried."

   As she spoke, she covered her mouth and yawned.

  It was indeed very late, He Chunhua saw the opportunity and stood up to say goodbye, and then said: "Since the Sir is going north, if you don't, you can join our army."

  Songyang Hou agreed: "Then dare to be kind, and there will be an **** of the supporting army, so the journey will be worry-free."

   When everyone walked out of the courtyard, He Chunhua looked back again before returning to the cottage.

  The cottages have been allocated, and most of them are given to the generals. Mrs. Ying specially allocated two rooms for the old and the young.

  The He family walked into the house, and the brazier here was also lit with charcoal, which was very warm.

   Seeing that there were no idlers left and right, Mrs. Ying said with a straight face: "In the wilderness, in the village that was slaughtered just now, the Marquis of Songyang can suddenly come to 'encounter'! This woman has ulterior motives, we have to guard against it!"

  She looked at Songyanghou, and there was something wrong no matter how she looked at it.

  He Chunhua was amused: "If she is calculating, why should she choose this kind of place, which will only increase our vigilance?"

   Mrs. Ying glared at him, then glared at her two sons.

  He Yue received his mother's resentment, and blinked, not wanting to get involved. But Mrs. Ying called the name directly: "Yue'er, what do you think?"

He Yue could only cough lightly: "Father, the master craftsman Li Fubo once came to ask about Sun Fuping's relics, and it must have been ordered by the Marquis of Songyang. There is still some connection between this 'Mr. It's better to get too close."

  He Chunhua listened to this sentence, thought for a while and said: "You are right."

  Mrs. Ying gave her second son a look of approval.

  He Lingchuan patted the table lightly: "Marquis Songyang is actually a woman, why have you never mentioned it?"

  He is called Marquis of Songyang, and everyone usually calls him "Grand Lord" and "Grand Lord". It's strange for him to think that this is a woman!

  He Yueqi said: "Brother, don't you know?"

   "Where do I know where to go?" He Lingchuan said unhappily, "Am I the only one living in a small border town with no news?"

"The Marquis of Songyang's surname is Li, and his surname is Qingge. His title is hereditary, but there was only one lord in the dynasty who was a woman. I've heard **** talk about it in Heishui City." He Yue felt strange instead, "Brother, you If you like picking up gossip so much, how could you not know about this?"

  He Lingchuan pointed to everyone in front of him: "So, you all know?"

   Except for him, all the He family members nodded, taking it for granted.

  The housekeeper Lao Mo who was waiting by the side also nodded with a smile.

  So Li Fubo didn't mention it, Sun Hongye didn't mention it, and even that naughty Assistant Liu in Shihuancheng didn't mention it, just because it was a well-known fact?

  He Lingchuan stretched, feeling exhausted physically and mentally: "What about dinner? I'm hungry!"

   A night without dreams.

  He Lingchuan was thinking about the aftermath of the great war, but unfortunately he couldn't dream back to Panlong, perhaps because Duan Dao cared for him and was overworked in his dream the night before.

   When he got up, he found that He Yue hadn't woken up, his face was flushed red, and he was still muttering something.

  He Lingchuan leaned over to listen carefully, but He Yue suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him and yelled "ah".

  Both of them were shocked, and even the guards outside the door rushed in.

  He Lingchuan plucked his ears: "What's the name, you almost made me deaf." The magic sound pierced his brain.

  He Yue's face was very red, and he didn't look at him: "I, I... I'll just sleep, what are you doing here?"

   "I heard you say 'good, good', and then say 'slowly'." He Lingchuan calmed down, "What is good and slow?"

   "Uh." He Yue glanced down, jumped up suddenly and ran outside, "I'm in a hurry to pee!"

   "There are barrels behind."

   I don't know if He Yue heard it, anyway, he put on a coat indiscriminately, and ran away in a hurry.

  The snow has stopped, but the morning outside the house is extraordinarily cold. He Lingchuan clicked his tongue twice, the young man is full of firepower.

  He suddenly made a not-so-beautiful discovery:

  Since breaking the knife, his dreams have only been related to Panlong City, or he has buried his head in a deep sleep without dreaming a single one.

  The only exception is the dream of the Immortal Cave Mansion, but that is also related to the divine bones, and from a side, it is also related to Panlong City.

   In other words, he lost the ability to visit other dreams.

   Could it be that his dream for the rest of his life can only be related to Panlong City? That's too boring.

  He is still young, and he still wants to have some youthful dreams like He Yue's, full of energy, sweating like rain, blood pumping, floating in the sky....

   "Brother, let's discuss it." He Lingchuan patted the knife, "How about letting me have other dreams once in a while?"

   Of course there will be no reaction to breaking the knife.

  But He Lingchuan was sure it heard it.

  The dead villagers had already been buried in the ground, and He Chunhua burned a stick of incense and recited prayers for them before the team set off.

   "In this world, only human life is worthless." Songyang Hou Li Qingge also clasped his hands together, "Master He is really kind."

At this time, the little mink standing on Wu Shaoyi's shoulder squeaked twice, and Wu Shaoyi whispered to the crowd: "My mink said, the crow on the branch has been staring at us, and there is still a lot of human blood on it." odor."

  He Chunhua looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw nearly a hundred crows parked on the big tree next to the grave at some point, staring down at everyone.

  Crows are also common birds in winter. The supporting army has seen many along the way, so they subconsciously ignored them.

  But after Wu Shaoyi reminded him like this, everyone realized something was wrong:

   When did crows get so quiet?

  And there are more than a dozen of them that are larger than the same kind, almost catching up with vultures. They stare at humans strangely, like staring at dead meat.

  But the two wolf demons on the ground also stared at them, licking their mouths all the time.

  He Chunhua said slowly: "The mouths of these things are very sharp, don't they look like pickaxe pens?"

   It looks more and more like it.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the ghost eye bow from the storage ring, wanting to show these crows a little bit of power.

  However, before he hit the arrow, the crows seemed to know each other very well. They yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  It only shook the big tree and let the snow fall.

  He patted the flakes on his body helplessly: "The emperor's fluid juice not long ago was obviously small in quantity and poor in quality, how could it still stimulate so many monsters?"

  He Chunhua solemnly said: "In troubled times, there are monsters, but in peace, there are few evil spirits."

  Li Qingge looked at him and said, "Then how can there be peace?"

  He Chunhua shook his head, this is the answer that many strong people are groping for? Instead, He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Probably have to wait for an unrivaled hero."

  Although these man-eating crows are hateful, humans cannot catch up with birds, especially in broad daylight. So both He Chunhua and Li Qingge gave up on this plan, packed up their tents and set out on the road.

  The murderer is at large, the reality is always so helpless. The so-called restoration of the French Open is nothing but self-deception.

   How many newborn monsters are running around in the land of Yuan Country, and how much can these more than 600 of them interfere?

The staff member Mo Zhe Jingxuan could only comfort the angry Mrs. Ying and said: "The monsters who have just opened their spiritual wisdom always have a period of confusion, and they will stop after a while." Most of them will stop, otherwise there will be a human army soon Teach them to be good demons, after all, this is still Dayuan's territory.

  But He Lingchuan understands that this refers to "normal circumstances", and Da Yuan is now battling for the two-front battle, do he still have the energy to eradicate these "ringworms" on the site?

  That's why He Chunhua lamented that in troubled times, evildoers come into being.

  Some scoliosis is not cured, and will eventually develop into a chronic disease that invades the bone and marrow.

  When the supporting army left, a group of crows flew in the sky and followed them for more than ten miles, screaming all the time, both mocking and provocative, especially arrogant. A few of them even tried to fly to the heads of the crowd to defecate, which made Mrs. Ying scream in fright.

  Zhao Qinghe and Zeng Feixiong suddenly ordered to draw their bows, and the supporting army shot arrows together.

  Arrows rained into the sky, shooting down a dozen crows on the spot.

   These ghosts, if you don't give them a little bit of power, they will get on their noses and faces.

  The crows were frightened, fluttering their wings and flying high. The crowd shot again, and four or five more came down. The two giant wolves rushed out and brought them back to the car one by one. There was lunch and toys.

   After suffering this time, Crow realized that the group of people in front of him were different from ordinary villagers and could not be offended at all, so he turned around and left.

   It's snowing again.

   Tomorrow (10.1) we will go out for the festival, and the update will be adjusted to around 3 pm tomorrow, everyone will tell each other.

  (end of this chapter)

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