"Yuheng City has carefully developed twelve kinds of torture. If you can survive three, I will respect you as a man." He Lingchuan clapped his hands, "Okay, take it back!"
Watching a fierce battle, the surrounding business travelers were shocked and stepped forward to express their thanks.
He Lingchuan and his entourage escorted the prisoners and returned to the city with their heads in the midst of everyone's farewell.
After they left, a white bird emerged from the big tree next to the lotus pond of Qinglang Station, peered towards the retreating figure of the Yuheng City patrol, flapped its wings and flew away.
It flew to Taki River in the east and brought trouble to Taki River.
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Yuheng City.
He Lingchuan returned to the official office, changed out of his bloody clothes, and wiped his sweat - the weather was so damn hot that it wasn't even July yet.
As soon as he sat down and drank a glass of water, Wen Daolun came over.
"I heard that a big fish was caught? Congratulations! Commander He's half-month's work has not been in vain."
"Chen Hao is deeply trusted by Fushan Lie. In the past two months, he has led the Xilian puppet army to kill people and rob goods, which has caused us a lot of trouble." He Lingchuan tilted his neck and made a crisp sound, "If we catch him, we will break Fushan Lie's life."
Arm, I have arranged for someone to interrogate you."
"Fushan Lie is a Lingxu warrior, and he came to Longchuan to stir up trouble?" Wen Daolun frowned, "It seems that Bega has always been worried about Panlong City."
With Bega intervening, the Takigawa water bandits are no longer a minor nuisance.
He Lingchuan touched his chin and said: "Chen Hao was captured, and I framed Guihua Gang to report the news. Let's see if Fu Shanlie can swallow this breath. If he can't bear it, I will chop off Chen Hao's head and give it to him.
"
Wen Daolun couldn't help but laugh. Commander He's ability was to drive people crazy.
He Lingchuan thought for a while and suddenly asked him: "I want to ask Mr. Wen. I originally asked you to read numerology for me. Can a person who is proficient in numerology predict his future destiny?"
Wen Daolun did not hesitate: "No one can predict it accurately. The future itself is vague, and it is not clear and unobstructed at a glance. The so-called 'mastery of fate' is nothing more than finding the greatest possibility from a variety of choices. And no matter how proficient you are,
When predicting your own destiny, you cannot find the 'highest possibility' accurately."
Is it because he is not objective? He Lingchuan hesitated and then said: "What if it is the god who controls destiny? Can it accurately predict one's own destiny?"
"The God of Destiny?" Wen Daolun pondered, "Empress Mitian did say that there were three ancient gods in the God Realm, and one of them was the God of Destiny. But in the end, all three ancient gods died, and no one was spared.
The so-called 'God of Destiny' has not escaped the end of his destiny. Therefore, I don't believe that gods can accurately predict my destiny."
"The derivation methods of gods may be different from ours, but I believe that the paths lead to the same destination. No matter humans or gods, there is no way to escape from this law." He paused and continued, "Speaking of which, I have been feeling restless recently.
The two hexagrams predicted were not good omens, and one of them was called 'ugly and auspicious'. However, when and where it will come true, I have no clue at all. You see, it is difficult for a good fortune teller to predict for himself, and this is an example."
He Lingchuan was slightly shocked: "Mr. Wen, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll send you two more personal guards, um, I'll also transfer Hu Min to you."
Wen Daolun did not refuse: "Okay. I also want to see if this bad omen will come true again."
He said the word "again", and He Lingchuan thought of his son Wen Yun. Wen Daolun also gave him a bad omen, but Wen Yun died in front of He Lingchuan and Wen Daolun.
He Lingchuan was afraid that he would be hurt by the old incident, so he immediately changed the subject: "One more question: If you just prepare the action secretly but haven't put it into practice yet, is it possible to change your future destiny?"
"No!" Wen Daolun answered more simply, "Cause and cause do not matter. As long as you do not put it into practical action, no matter how you plan or think, it will not affect cause and effect."
He Lingchuan got rid of a lot of heart problems and immediately thanked him.
In other words, as long as he doesn't go to war in reality, it will be difficult for Nai Luotian to deduce that his fate has changed?
Wen Daolun asked: "What troubles Commander He about asking this?"
"Nothing, just discussing." He Lingchuan stood up, "I'm going to watch Chen Hao's interrogation."
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The river was surging, and He Lingchuan, Dong Rui and Aunt Zhu finally arrived at the bank of the Han River.
Spring has returned to the world, and the wild flowers on the shore have already bloomed, densely and thinly woven into a flower carpet that no one cares about.
The river bed is only half submerged, and there are long island jungles everywhere, flat sand and flowing water, and gulls and herons flying everywhere.
Wildness and tranquility, openness and elegance are perfectly combined here.
The Han River in spring was very gentle, not as violent as last summer. He also found the high ground where the two armies fought last year.
At that time, the place was full of rain and blood and mud, but now the river bank is green. The ferociousness of the war was lightly covered by the newly sprouted reed buds.
He Lingchuan jumped off the blue sheep and caressed a big stone.
There are still traces of knives and axes on the stone. At that time, he defended the enemy here, dodged two attacks, and cut down three Xunzhou soldiers.
The past events are vivid in my mind, as clear as if they happened yesterday.
However, things have changed and his state of mind, cultivation, and experience are completely different from last summer.
All changes started when the Han River fell into the water.
He still remembers Wen Daolun's words that inspired him: "Escape when you encounter water."
From the signature left by the old turtle demon to the prophecy left to him by Master Mu Ling, his fate has gone from known to unknown, from being determined by fate to becoming more complicated and confusing.
What will happen to him in the future and where will be his end point? Lord Wood Spirit cannot figure out.
It is very good to write your own life and death book by yourself.
Qiu Hu watched from the side and couldn't help but ask: "Were you present at the Battle of Hanhe River?"
He could understand He Lingchuan's expression, which was one of remembrance and sadness.
People who have not experienced it will not have this expression.
"Yes." He Lingchuan pointed to the high ground, "That's where Hong Chenglue attacked the general manager of Xiazhou."
Qiu Hu was slightly surprised: "Bejia, General Qingwu?"
"Do you recognize it?"
"I've heard of it, why is he here?" How could Bega's general appear on the front line of the Kite Kingdom?
"Office business, revenge."
At that time, Hong Chenglue was assigned by Bejia to secretly assist Nian Zanli. This was official business.
His wife Ah Jin was kidnapped by He Chunhua and committed suicide by taking poison. The two parties formed a personal feud.
By now, Hong Chenglue should have rushed to the eastern front of Bejia, right?
When He Lingchuan stood up, a figure suddenly jumped out of the woods on the shore, accompanied by a scream.
Qiu Hu took a step forward, and with a flash of light in his hand, he was about to summon a copper rod.
However, He Lingchuan strode forward and laughed loudly: "Come on!"
He opened his arms and this thing jumped into his arms.
The squirrel standing on He Lingchuan's shoulder was startled when he recognized the person who was actually a monkey wearing a bamboo hat.