After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 431

  The characters on the Heavenly Book disappeared and returned to blank.

  Emissary Du Yun respectfully said, "It is our duty to monitor the movement of this artifact."

   means that the gods should not be blamed.

  Dijun pointed at the altar: "What is it?"

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

   "Send Bai Ziqi to go south tomorrow morning to find out as soon as possible." The emperor turned and walked out, his voice indifferent, "Seize the pot and kill people, it's a hundred."

  Sun Fuling is not at home.

  He Lingchuan was on the top of the wall, and saw that her yard was also full of flowers and plants, especially dozens of huge hydrangeas almost filled the corner of the wall, blooming an unusual blue-purple among flowers.

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

  The shell wind chimes under the eaves jingle, accusing the owner of leaving home again without reason.

  But in He Lingchuan's yard, the flowers and plants are still tall and straight, and the fish in the tank are very energetic, and there are not many of them. It can be seen that when he left, Sun Fuling would come over regularly to take care of him.

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

  The devil hides in the details, maybe he can find something more.

  Ever since he listened to the conversation between Yuan Guojun and his ministers, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, thinking about collecting clues as soon as possible.

  He Lingchuan wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind while riding in the car, but the driver was very talkative, and he started chatting about the "return to the east".

  He Lingchuan only found out that in the two days since he left, the news that "the monarch ordered the relocation of Panlong's army and civilians to return to the country" had spread, and there were heated discussions in the streets and alleys.

  Some people say they can go back, some people say it's a conspiracy.

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

  If this kind of debate is supported by alcohol, in the end, voices and fists are often used to decide who is more reasonable.

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

  He saw that the coachman was also in his early forties, and 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 coachman sighed: "When I was young, I lived on Huangzhou Island. I caught fish and shrimps casually, and picked island eggs from trees." He pointed to the big tree on the side of the road, "Don't talk about picking island eggs now, you are here. Try chopping off a tree branch? Maybe you will be whipped a few times.”

"Look at those young people in the city, they don't want to go back." The coachman said again, "They all lived here since they were young, thinking that the Panlong Wasteland is the best in the world, and they heard that corruption is rampant in their mother country and people's livelihood is difficult, so why do they I don't even want to go."

  「Then you really want to go back?」

"I dare not go back." The coachman shook his head, "I have been away from my hometown for 30 years, and I am not familiar with the place when I go back. I heard that the bandits in my mother's country are well-versed in the land. I am afraid that I will not have a good life when I go back. Besides, the way back to the country is not so easy. Let's go, how many people will die in the middle?”

   "Didn't you say that Baling Kingdom wants to 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 wound was cut by the Baling people. I almost lost my arm at that time. How many of our good soldiers died in Baling and Xianyou In your hands? If Balingling is reliable, sows can climb trees.”

  He sighed: "That's it, no matter whether we go back or not, the whole Panlong Wasteland will be in trouble for a while."

   Passing Yunling Island on the road, Fatty Bai was still standing at the door chatting with guests.

  He Lingchuan got off the car temporarily and went to him to replenish consumables such as sleeve arrows and medicine.

   After Bai Jie received the money, he hesitated to speak, He Lingchuan hugged his shoulder and laughed: "Still thinking about that?"

  "You really haven't heard of it?" White Grass sighed, "It's already spread all over the city. Look at the posture outside, as if we are leaving tomorrow to go back."

  He wanted to take the lead, 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 talk about my shop. You

   It can be distributed to others, or it can be entrusted to others, you slip first. "

  How flexible a businessman's methods are, he has learned from Shi Er and his housekeeper Ding Zuodong. Can a mere shop stop Fatty Bai from going back?

  Bai Grass was speechless, wasn't he not sure about Panlong City's intentions? If the news came to nothing and he withdrew the business, what would happen next? Without the support of the Panlong City Army, I don't know how many disasters I will encounter on the way back to the country. Who guarantees that I can walk through the Golden Stream Corridor of Baling Kingdom?

  However, what he said "the city is full of wind and rain" is not false. He Lingchuan has a keen ear, and heard two tables of guests on the second floor of the opposite teahouse discussing the matter of returning east.

   Sure enough, it was the most popular blockbuster event.

  He Lingchuan patted Bai Xiaobai on the shoulder: "Take your heart into your stomach and open the shop properly. We will definitely not leave."

  Bai Jie was shocked: "How do you know, you have inside information?"

  He Lingchuan gave him a mysterious smile: "Don't say it, don't say it."

   Let's talk about P, ​​he came from a later age, so of course he knows that the people of Panlong City never left the Panlong Wasteland until it was destroyed.

  Although the direction of the dream may not completely coincide with history, he has no impression of any major events that can change the main line.

  So, most of the people here cannot leave.

  Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat.

  If the Xiluo Kingdom really came down with a relocation order, and Panlong's soldiers and civilians obeyed the order and returned to the east, would they be able to escape the ultimate fate of being slaughtered?

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

   I don't know when, he began to worry about the city and its residents, resisting the arrival of the end time with all his heart.

   At the last moment of the fall of Thousand Stars City, he was a witness.

  The kind of tragedy, hopelessness and tragedy cannot be described in words.

  He Lingchuan does not want Panlong City to follow the same path. After all, this city has given him more and more sense of belonging.

   Get in the car again, He Lingchuan has to stop by the Promotion Department first.

  He has accumulated enough military merits again, and this time he wants to exchange for a marksmanship.

  An inch is long and an inch is strong. After experiencing the Battle of Hanhe, he has a deeper understanding of this statement. In the future there will definitely be many opportunities to fight immediately, although the Floating Saber is good, it cannot escape the category of short-handed soldiers.

  He has seen the marksmanship of the Red General, Xiao Maoliang, Hong Chenglue and even Zhao Pan, and he is very envious.

  The name of the marksmanship given to him by the Promotion Department is unpretentious.

  He Lingchuan's combat experience is getting richer and richer, and he deeply understands that "the only martial arts in the world that can't be broken fast" is a paradox. Don't hummingbirds flap their wings fast? What's the threat to people? Maybe they can fan you when it's hot.

  Fast, steady, precise and ruthless, fast but not lacking, this is the true meaning of winning.

  He had just memorized the spear formula, and was about to return the jade slip to Liu Gongcao, when a guard rushed in and asked, "Which one is He Lingchuan?"

"I am."

   "The Red General has an order, and you are ordered to go to the fighting hall to be on duty immediately."

   Have a mission? He Lingchuan dropped the jade slips and followed the messengers away.

  The Gange Hall is one of the places where Panlong City's high-level executives discuss important military affairs. Not to mention that it is difficult for idlers to get close, even the Gale Sergeant can only enter with a token.

  He Lingchuan followed behind the messenger, passed through the official office to the north, and soon passed by Zhong Shengguang's house.

  The Gange Hall was built behind his house, making it convenient for the boss of the city to hold a meeting immediately.

  There are no green plants in this place, the ground is bluestone, the walls are also bluestone, empty and cold. Speaking of the conference hall, He Lingchuan felt more like a prison. As soon as he entered this space, he immediately felt a sense of death.

   There are two halls where the real discussion takes place, one large and one small. The exterior facades are all square, and the gaps are filled.

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

   And it slid to the ground as soon as it jumped over. Obviously, the house itself has a layer of enchantment, which does not allow creatures to stand on it.

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

  If there are trees, it is easy to hide people, or steal something else. After all, the monitoring methods in this world are ever-changing.

  He Lingchuan found the enchantment as soon as he came in, and it was still several layers. If someone breaks in or sneaks in, the alarm will definitely be triggered.

  Just by looking at these layouts, you can tell that the topics of entering the Gange Hall are not easy.

  The messenger stopped approaching the door of the small hall: "You wait here." He turned and left.

  His mission has ended and he cannot enter the hall.

  Even the wind blowing into the Gange Hall was colder. He Lingchuan hadn't stood for a long time when several soldiers of the Gale Army entered outside.

   Then, Zhong Shengguang and Red General appeared.

  General Hong ordered two people casually, one of them was He Lingchuan: "You guys are on duty inside the hall." Then he said to the others, "You guys are on guard outside the hall."

  Everyone acted according to orders.

  He Lingchuan entered the small hall. The area here is only about 50 square meters, and most of the space is taken up by the large sand table in the center, so it can accommodate up to 20 people.

   General Hong stood on the sand table and manipulated it a few times, and the loose sand began to pile up into shapes, hills, mountains, lakes, rivers, and valleys, 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 dry sails—

  There is the Chipa Plateau on the sand table, as well as the Ghost Needle Stone Forest, Zhu Erniang's lair.

  The Red General is wearing a mask again.

  This time it is an eagle-headed mask, brown, gold, and red. The workmanship is equally fine, and the style is also somewhat abstract.

   I have to say that the Red General's aesthetic has always been online. He Lingchuan was very curious, who made the mask for her?

  Zhong Shengguang also stood beside the sand table, looking down at the miniature Panlong City.

  He has a vertical line between his brows, the result of frequent frowning.

  Panlong Wasteland Commander, the responsibilities and burdens represented by this position are not something ordinary people can bear.

   Besides, He Lingchuan thought of King Yuan's entrustment. The "scourge" that caused the mighty Yuan Kingdom to perish in grief and indignation is here with Zhong Shengguang at this moment. Once the secret is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous. For this alone, the psychological pressure he has to bear is unimaginable.

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