Once Panlong Desert becomes ordinary, can the border of Yuan Kingdom still be so peaceful? This raises a huge question mark, after all, none of the neighbors are vegetarians.
Wealth and misfortune depend on each other. If Da Sima had not offered favorable conditions, He Chunhua would not have wanted the Panlong Desert to disappear.
He was silent for a while and whispered: "Chuan'er, do you think Commander Zhong's persistence for thirty-two years has been worth it?"
He Lingchuan thought that since you asked me, he must feel that it is not worth it.
"It's not worth it." He pretended to be straightforward, "Panlong City still fell, and the Xilao Kingdom was still destroyed. It took thirty-two more years, but he didn't change anything."
"In the first twelve years, the Xiluo Kingdom was unable to march westward to regain the lost territory, and it did not even know that there were still millions of soldiers and civilians holding on to the Panlong Wasteland; in the next twenty years, the Xiluo Kingdom tried to cede the Panlong Wasteland to the Xianyou Kingdom several times.
I could just be content with it for a while. If I were Zhong Shengguang, I would be angry to death when I encounter this kind of motherland that is so weak and dragging its feet!"
"Xiluo Kingdom was once famous and famous. It lasted for 217 years. Looking at the world, it is a rare country with longevity." There is rarely peace in this continent. The shortest surviving political power lasted only a few dozen days, and most small countries fell into disgrace within 20 to 30 years.
It has gone through the entire process of rise and fall, so the country of Xilao has been able to survive very well. "But when Zhong Shengguang was guarding Panlong City, Xilao was suffering from domestic and foreign troubles, the powerful were singing and dancing, the hungry people were displaced, and foreign enemies were attacking endlessly. The doomsday bell had already sounded.
Ring." After He Chunhua said this, he said no more, caressing Zhong Shengguang's tombstone and sighed.
Dad was thinking of himself, He Lingchuan didn't say anything. Today's Dayuan Kingdom is indeed a bit too similar to the Silla of the past.
At this time, the clouds broke and the moon came out, revealing the desolate city.
"Commander Zhong, isn't it boring to stay here alone? I'll have two more drinks with you." He Lingchuan couldn't help but toast Zhong Shengguang two more glasses of wine, "It's a pity that I couldn't pay homage to the Red General.
Look at his heroic appearance as an old man!"
Both Zhong Shengguang and the Red General are legends. As far as He Lingchuan himself is concerned, he is more curious about the mysterious Red General.
He asked He Chunhua: "There is a shrine to the Red General in the city, but there is no tomb, not even a tomb. Is it possible that... he did not actually die in the last battle?"
"General Red was struck by a thunderbolt caused by the Imperial Master Xianyu who sacrificed his life. Seven strikes before and after him were wiped out on the spot. The soldiers on both sides witnessed it with their own eyes. There should be no mistake. Otherwise, Panlong City's morale would not have collapsed suddenly." He Chunhua shook his head.
"You are still young and don't know when manpower is limited."
Just as He Lingchuan was about to speak, two whooshing sounds suddenly came from the northeast.
Two fireworks shot up into the sky and exploded.
That was a sign agreed upon in advance. He Chunhua said as soon as he saw it: "They found it, let's go!"
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Within two-quarters of an hour, everyone gathered at Mitian Temple.
It is located in the heart of Panlong City, covering an area of ten acres, with numerous courtyards and pavilions.
When the incense was at its peak, this place should have been a bustling scene full of ancient trees and throngs of tourists, but now it has become a large-scale desolate scene after more than a hundred years of smashing, looting and burning. The clear springs and lotus ponds have long since dried up, and the originally lush
The ancient trees have become dead trees, and no new green sprouts.
At least half of the exquisite buildings were destroyed, especially the grand main hall dedicated to Mi Tian, which was completely destroyed. It was first torn down and then burned to the ground. When everyone approached the original site, they saw only a few dark wooden piles lying around.
He raised his hand and broke it into pieces.
The Mitian statue is a stone sculpture, and its forearm is as long as He Lingchuan's height. It's a pity that no one can see its original appearance, because the entire stone statue was cut into seven or eight pieces after being toppled, and each piece was chopped with knives and axes.
Apply ink again.
The coalition forces hate Panlong City and the Gale Army, and even hate their beliefs to the core.
After everyone arrived, Nian Songyu held a glass jar in his hand and said solemnly: "This is it!"
He walked around the pool in front of the main hall, and the three corpse insects in the glass jar also changed directions. No matter which direction he walked, they were facing the side wall away from the pool!
"Pond?" Situ Han asked curiously, "Are you sure it's this pond? If we make a mistake, we won't be able to get more clean water."
There is a lot of water in Chipa Plateau, and the waterscape in Mitian Temple is also very exquisite. There are springs, streams, and as many as six pools.
The pool that Nian Songyu photographed is located outside the main hall. It has an irregular shape and looks like a wishing pool that accepts people's coins. The area is about 267 square meters.
Of course, it's completely empty now, with no koi or coins.
Sun Fuping walked around the pool and pressed his hand on the edge of the pool a few times: "There are some color differences in the barrier layer on the edge of the pool. It seems that it was blocked later."
Everyone took a look and found that there were indeed several repairs on the edge of the pool. The workmanship was rough and uneven, which was far from the original craftsmanship of the pool. It can be seen that the subsequent repairs were really just repairs, which were perfunctory enough.
"There is a gap of many years between the old and the new. And the repairs are rough. It doesn't look like the craftsmanship of Panlong City people who worship Mitian God, and it doesn't look like it was done by the Xianba Alliance." He Chunhua pondered, "Could it be that this is
What did the last team sent by the Baling Kingdom do?"
The proud disciples sent by Grandmaster Zhu Gen didn’t come all the way to be a plasterer, right?
If this pond was really filled by them, then they must have had a clear purpose.
What He Lingchuan is more concerned about is why this pond was dug in the past.
Sun Fuping said seriously: "What's more important is why the pond was dug and who dug it."
Zeng Feixiong pointed to the large and small stones scattered on the ground and said, "Maybe they were accidentally damaged by falling rocks when the main hall was destroyed."
The temple was looted, the magnificent buildings and statues collapsed, and even the ground was smashed into a big hole. Is it strange that a small pool was smashed through?
"Perhaps this is the effect that the person in charge wants to fake?" He Chunhua pondered, "If Panlong City is broken, the coalition soldiers will definitely enter the city and loot the city, and the commander will not be able to stop it. No matter what these soldiers destroy, it is ordinary. If this
The pond looks like it was destroyed during looting, and the coalition forces were able to cover up its hidden secrets without looking into it carefully."
"When people are in panic and the dragon is about to break, who can still arrange it calmly like this?"
The answer was about to come out, Nian Songyu murmured: "Zhong Shengguang, or his confidant. He wants to open the pond and release the water before the city is broken."
If they are right, the meaning behind this action is worth exploring.
Decades later, the expedition team of Baling Kingdom probably made a similar judgment and refilled the pond.
Situ Han came up to take a look, with a troubled expression on his face: "What do you mean, do you want to put water into this pond? But even if we pour all the spare water of more than 200 people in, I'm afraid it won't be enough to cover the bottom of the pond."