Chapter 158: Rain From Heaven

As long as the war is over, the grass and trees will reoccupy this place, and in time, it will be as if nothing has happened.

There have been street battles in the auxiliary city, so the houses here are full of holes, and whole blocks have been burned.

Walking past here, the supporting army was silent, and He Yue felt heavy in his heart. He had never been to Panlong Ancient City. This was the first time he really saw the cruelty of war and the indifference of human life.

As soon as he left the auxiliary city, a newly carved stone tablet stood in the valley behind.

The soldiers who died in the battle of Woling Pass were buried here. He Chunhua ordered people to offer sacrifices and personally lit a stick of incense.

The scene was solemn.

He Lingchuan looked around and saw that everyone was there, but one person was missing, and his heart moved.

He quietly walked out, walked more than 200 feet, and with the guidance of many people, he found Wu Shaoyi under another big tree.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched his hands, and closed his eyes.

On the contrary, the crown of the sycamore tree directly above was waving, and every time the wind blew, the golden and yellow leaves fluttered, and the ground rustled.

He Lingchuan looked carefully at the ground in front of him. A large area was covered with new soil, and the color was different from the surrounding area. It was obviously turned over not long ago, but now green grass had grown.

Even the grass seedlings here grew more vigorously than other places, and rarely turned yellow in late autumn.

Why did Wu Shaoyi sneak here? Could it be?

He Lingchuan sat down beside him, looked at the Impatiens in front of him that was so gorgeous that it touched his bones, and sighed softly: "How many people are buried here?"

"At least, more than 20,000." Wu Shaoyi slowly opened his eyes, "After they died, they didn't even have a tombstone."

The officers and soldiers who died in Woling Pass at least had a tombstone; but the people buried here had nothing.

Yes, those buried below were all rebels, and they were also Wu Shaoyi's former comrades.

He Lingchuan took out a wine bag from his arms and handed it to him, and then took out two wine glasses.

Wu Shaoyi did not refuse, filled a cup, slowly poured it on the ground, and used wine as a sacrifice.

At this moment, He Lingchuan saw a trace of loneliness and depression in his eyes.

Those who once shared the same ideals with him either fled or were buried here; he himself was injured by the secret method. Although he could live for a few more years, he bid farewell to the days of wielding a knife on horseback.

Even Wu Shaoyi, sitting in this once sad place, looked around and felt lost, not knowing where to go in the future.

He Lingchuan filled both glasses: "Come, I'll drink a glass with you."

You? Wu Shaoyi was silent for a long time, raised his glass to him, raised his head, and drank it all.

He drank three cups in a row before exhaling a breath of spicy air.

This was the first time he drank alcohol since he was injured.

"Young Master, aren't you afraid of Lord He's blame for coming here?" Accompanying him, the former "traitor", to pay tribute to the "rebels", this young master He is capable of doing this.

"Dad scolds me, isn't that commonplace?" He Lingchuan said with a smile, "It's the yin energy here that's too heavy, you shouldn't sit for a long time."

The soldiers did the aftermath of the battlefield of Woling Pass. Of course, they buried their companions on the sunny side of the mountain, and buried the bodies of their opponents on the shady side of the mountain.

"I'll come to see them. We'll never see each other again after today." Wu Shaoyi nodded, "Human lives are as cheap as weeds. Who will remember them a few months or years later?"

He Lingchuan laughed, "That's right, no one will remember us a hundred years later."

Wu Shaoyi stood up, his face flushed and his steps unsteady, and He Lingchuan even reached out to help him.

Because of the secret technique, this man's cultivation was almost ruined.

He Lingchuan also understood that this might be the key reason why Wu Shaoyi surrendered. Otherwise, he would no longer be strong, and it would be difficult for him to convince the enemy army with the prestige he had accumulated in the past. Besides, his health is not as good as before. If he continues to hide, he will probably collapse in two years.

Although it was helpless to surrender to He Chunhua, it was the best choice.

The two walked back and caught up with the main force at the riverside.

The river water was clear, and there was a small wooden house on the bank, with broken nets hanging in front and back, and the wooden door was closed.

He Yueqing exclaimed: "The flat ground in front of the door is very clean, and people often come here." Otherwise, fallen leaves and weeds would be the main tone here.

The crowd walked for a while, and a guard hurriedly came from behind and reported to He Chunhua: "The small house by the river just now, there is a tablet in it for the Holy Master Jiayuan, and there are offerings on the table!"

The He Lingchuan brothers looked at each other. Hong Xiangqian's full name is "Holy Master Jiayuan"!

There are actually people worshiping him in such a desolate mountain.

He Chunhua paused: "Blood food, cooked food?"

"A steamed bun, three sour fruits. There are several incense sticks burning in the furnace."

He Chunhua waved his hand: "Don't pay attention."

If he ignored it, the supporting army would naturally not care anymore.

Zeng Feixiong whispered: "Sir, don't you need to remove the tablet?"

"Look at the environment here, who would come here to worship him?"

Zeng Feixiong subconsciously looked around: "Countryside peasants?"

"It's just peasants and women looking for a little sustenance. It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it."

Wu Shaoyi, who had been bowing his head, looked up when he heard the words, but saw He Chunhua looking at him. He couldn't help but be startled, and then bowed his head again.

Sir He was thinking about him.

Although he had surrendered to He Chunhua, the latter didn't want to embarrass his old master in front of him.

Until Woling Pass disappeared from sight, Madam Ying let out a long sigh: "The fight here was too tragic. When the master took back Blackwater City, it was far less tragic. By the way, where are we going to stay tonight?"

"Woling Pass has been abandoned, and all the vehicles and horses will stop at Shuanghe Town. Civilians have moved there, and I heard that a new city will be built there."

Shuanghe Town is less than fifteen miles east of Woling Pass. Fengling Ferry is right between these two places, but it's late, so the support army plans to rest in Shuanghe Town for one night and board the ship tomorrow morning.

Shuanghe Town was originally a small town of more than 400 people, but now it has to take over the population and functions of Woling Pass. When the support army came in, they found that there were large-scale constructions everywhere, and there were crowds of people everywhere.

Woling Pass was originally an important trade route. When the caravans from the south came here, they had to go to Fengling Ferry to change boats. Now that Woling Pass has been abandoned, everyone has to settle in Shuanghe Town.

The support army has expanded to six or seven hundred people, and the town can't accommodate them anyway, so they can only make do with the valley and farm in the east of the town. The conditions in the town were not good, so the He family simply spent the night in the farm. The owner of the farm collected two taels of silver from them and moved out temporarily, leaving behind a row of four houses and a winnowing ground. At this time, the grains had been stored in the warehouse, and the empty winnowing ground was the courtyard.

The town was short of supplies, and it was inconvenient to buy from the surrounding areas, so the supporting army still took out their own dry food for dinner. However, Zeng Feixiong was greedy for meat and called He Lingchuan to go hunting in the mountains.

They had also encouraged He Yue to go with them, but Mrs. Ying did not allow it, so He Yue could only watch the team of 20 to 30 people disappear in the dense forest.

He Lingchuan was lucky. After about an hour, he hunted two roe deer and four hares. On the way back, he met a big black wild boar, weighing nearly 400 kilograms.

Everyone made a trap. The wild boar was amused by the peaches and went crazy. He chased after it and fell into the trap and broke his leg.

The rest of the story was simple:

The supporting troops had meat to eat, and it was a night when only the cook was busy.

Drinking was prohibited during the march, so everyone ate meat, drank soup, and played finger-guessing games until the moon rose to the zenith.

He Lingchuan returned to the room, took off his coat, and fell asleep.

Because he had secretly drunk some wine, he slept more deeply than others.

Someone seemed to be whispering something in his ear.

He Lingchuan ignored it and wanted to sleep a little longer.

Then——

He was woken up by someone shaking him hard.

The force was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to shake his head off.

"Wake up!" Someone shouted in his ear, as if it was He Yue's voice, "...get up quickly, hurry up!"

He didn't hear a few words clearly, but He Lingchuan heard his anxiety and woke up immediately, reaching out to grab the knife: "Another bandit?"

He Yue rarely lost his temper like this, and he subconsciously thought that something bad was going to happen.

"No!" He Yue dragged him out, his voice changed with excitement, "Emperor Liujiang, Emperor Liujiang from the sky!"

Emperor Liujiang!

He Lingchuan was stunned when he heard these three words, and he couldn't believe his ears, but his body reacted faster than his mind, and he jumped out of the door in two big jumps, leaving He Yue behind.

His original body was uneducated, but he remembered the knowledge points about "Emperor Liujiang" very firmly, so that He Lingchuan knew what it was as soon as he heard it:

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth exploded, so rich that it descended on the earth in liquid form!

For all living things, it is a priceless treasure.

The soldiers who supported the restlessness took all the bottles and jars they could find - of course, basins and jars were best - and stood in the open air. While collecting rainwater, they did not forget to open their mouths and take off their shirts. The more they got, the better!

He Lingchuan stood outside the house and looked up at the sky. He saw a full moon, silver like water, and at the same time, he felt his face was slightly moist, the drizzle was like silk, but he smelled a fresh and tranquil fragrance at the tip of his nose.

The fragrance is indescribable, like sweet ripe fruits, like osmanthus in August, like a smile under the morning sun, and like a mountain forest after rain and fog.

In short, it is refreshing and makes you forget your worries.

He felt a strong desire in his heart.

This desire is like seeing delicacies from the mountains and the sea after being hungry for seven days, or a desert traveler finally crawling to an oasis on the edge of death...

It was a sincere cry from the heart:

"I want it!"

He Lingchuan did not dare to delay. He grabbed two broad leaves from the banana forest and spread them neatly on the roof. He took out the wine jar from the storage ring, poured out the wine, and left only the jar to receive the spiritual dew.

He clearly remembered that the Emperor's Flowing Juice was also like rootless water. It would enter the soil as soon as it met the soil, and would continue to settle deep underground, and then form a black crystal vein through the movement of the earth veins. But it is a rare opportunity, and no one can figure out its trajectory. All creatures can only grasp the present.

The last time the Emperor's Flowing Juice appeared was decades ago.

Fresh slurry is so precious that ancient books say that getting one drop can be equivalent to ten days of cultivation.

In addition to cultivation, it can also replenish the essence and transform the living being.

Of course, it is foolish to talk about the efficacy without considering the dosage. He Lingchuan has no way to verify how many milliliters a drop is equal to, and the quality of the Emperor's Slurry should be high or low, right?