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."
This means that 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, "Seize the pot and kill 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 in a blue-purple color that is unusual among flowers.
In the past, there was nothing in this small courtyard. It was so empty that when thieves came, I wanted to cry.
The shells and wind chimes under the eaves jingled, 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 very energetic, including many. It can be seen that when he left, Sun Fuling would come to take care of it regularly.
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 the monarchs and ministers of Yuan Kingdom, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and he was thinking about collecting clues as soon as possible.
He Lingchuan wanted to close his eyes and relax 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 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 it's a conspiracy.
Some people are eager to return home, while some people don't want to go back at all.
If this kind of argument is accompanied by alcohol, in the end, voices 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 coachman 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, "Don't talk about picking out island eggs now, you are here."
Try cutting down a branch? You might 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 they were young and think that the Panlong Wasteland is the best in the world. They also heard that corruption is common in the mother country and people's livelihood is difficult, so how can they
I 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 home country, so I am afraid that I will not have a good life if I go back. Besides, the road back home is not that good.
Let’s go, how many people will die in the process?”
"Don't you mean 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. Many of our good soldiers died in Baling and Xianyu.
In your hand? If Baling is reliable, a sow can climb a 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 went to his place 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 Qiao sighed, "It has already 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 with 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. How could a mere shop stop Fatty Bai from going back?
Bai Kao was speechless. Wasn't he unsure of Panlongcheng's intentions? If this news finally came to nothing and he withdrew his business, what would happen next? Without the support of Panlongcheng's army, he would not know on the way back home.
How many disasters will he encounter? Who can guarantee that he can walk through the Jinxi Corridor of Baling Kingdom?
However, what he said about "the city being full of troubles" was 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 to your stomach and open the store properly. We will definitely not leave."
Bai Xiao 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 its 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 since when, he began to worry about this city and its residents, wholeheartedly resisting the arrival of the doomsday moment.
He was a witness to the last moment of the fall of Thousand Stars City.
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 mistake. After all, this city gave him a growing sense of belonging.
After getting back into the car, He Lingchuan also wanted to stop by the Promotion Department.
He has accumulated enough military merit again, and this time he wants to exchange it for a marksmanship.
An inch is long and an inch is strong. After experiencing the Hanhe War, he had a deeper understanding of this statement. There will definitely be many opportunities for immediate combat in the future. Although the Fusheng Sword is good, it cannot escape the category of short-term combat.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He has seen the marksmanship of Red General, Xiao Maoliang, Hong Chenglue and even Zhao Pan, and he is envious of it.
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, not only fast, but also with the power of thunder.
He Lingchuan's combat experience is getting richer and richer, and he deeply understands that "the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is fast" is a paradox. Doesn't a hummingbird flap its wings fast? What threat does it pose to people? It can probably fan you when the weather is 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 for duty immediately."
Got 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 Zhong Shengguang's house.
The Gange Hall was built behind his house so that the boss of the city could convene a meeting as soon as possible.
There are no green plants at all in this place. The ground is bluestone and the walls are bluestone. It is empty and cold. Saying it is a meeting hall, He Lingchuan feels more like a prison. As soon as he enters this space, he immediately feels a sense of chill.
The actual meeting place has two halls, one large and one small. The exterior facades are all square, and all the gaps have been filled in.
Even a light green grasshopper is conspicuous when it lands on the wall.
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. Not long after He Lingchuan had stood there, several more Gale Army soldiers came in from outside.
Then, Zhong Shengguang, the red general, appeared.
The red general casually ordered 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.
The red general 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 angle 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 is 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, which is 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 thought of King Yuan's entrustment. The "scourge" that caused the mighty Yuan Kingdom to perish with grief and anger was now with Zhong Shengguang. Once the secret was leaked, the consequences would be disastrous. For this alone, the psychological pressure he would bear was unimaginable.