Chapter 209: Monsters Born in Troubled Times

"Not bad, Dunyu is closer to the front line, and the surrounding roads are easy to walk." Songyang Hou pondered, "But Songyang Mansion has no connections in Dunyu, so I have to trouble Lord He to find me a good piece of land."

He Chunhua of course agreed: "It's a small matter."

The two then talked about the current situation.

He Lingchuan stood aside, drinking tea, eating cakes, and watching. This Songyang Hou has bright eyes and white teeth, and a decent appearance. No matter who he looks at, he always gives the other person a feeling of spring breeze.

He Yue was so embarrassed by her.

She was at most in her twenties, but she was graceful and generous. When she discussed the government affairs with He Chunhua, she was very insightful and some political opinions coincided.

He Chunhua had great ambitions, but rarely had the opportunity to speak freely with outsiders. This conversation exceeded the time limit and accidentally talked for more than half an hour.

Madam Ying coughed to signal him several times, and He Chunhua cut off the topic, still wanting more.

At this time, Songyang Hou was saying, "I heard that the demon puppet master Dong Rui is vindictive. He has suffered a loss at the hands of you and your son, and he will probably not let it go."

"Thank you for the reminder." He Chunhua smiled bitterly, "I don't know who thinks highly of me and paid a lot of money to hire a killer."

"It's either Nian Zanli or Dong Haoming. The former has a grudge against you for killing his son, and the latter was ruined by you from seizing the artifact. No matter which one it is, killing you will help weaken the power of the royal court."

"Or maybe it's the remnant of Sun Fuping's side? "

Songyang Hou shook his head: "Sun Fuping's power has been completely eradicated, and it can be basically ruled out."

He Lingchuan interrupted: "I thought his students and old friends were all over the capital."

"Sun Fuping has students and old friends, but when he becomes the national teacher, he must deliberately distance himself from them, and the censor will focus on monitoring. This is one of the most basic national policies. If the national teacher has private relations with important officials, the important officials will be severely punished."

He Lingchuan shrugged: "Yes, so he colluded with the Grand Marshal."

Isn't the national policy also meaningless?

"Sun Fuping has no children, and there is no one who will avenge him after his death." Songyang Hou laughed, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The eldest son is worrying too much."

As she said, she covered her mouth and yawned.

It was really late. He Chunhua saw the opportunity and stood up to say goodbye, and then said: "Since the Lord is also going north, why not go with our army."

Songyang Hou agreed immediately: "That's great, with the escort of the support army, the journey will be worry-free."

Everyone walked out of the courtyard, He Chunhua looked back again, and then returned to the village.

The village houses have been allocated, basically all given to the generals, and Mrs. Ying specially allocated two for the use of the old and the young.

The He family walked into the house, and the braziers here were also burning charcoal, and it was warm.

Seeing that there were no idle people around, Mrs. Ying said with a stern face: "In the wilderness, in the village that was just massacred, Songyang Hou suddenly came to "encounter"! This woman has ulterior motives, we must be on guard!"

She looked at Songyang Hou, and she felt something was wrong.

He Chunhua laughed: "If she had any intentions, why did she choose such a place to increase our vigilance?"

Mrs. Ying glared at him, and then glared at her two sons.

He Yue received his mother's resentment, blinked, and didn't want to get involved. But Madam Ying called out directly: "Yue'er, what do you think?"

He Yue had to cough lightly: "Father, the master craftsman Li Fubo once came to ask about Sun Fuping's relics, and it must have been instructed by Songyang Hou. There is still some connection between this 'Lord' and Sun Fuping. Before we figure it out, it's better not to get too close."

He Chunhua actually listened to this sentence, thought about it and said: "You make sense."

Madam Ying gave her second son an approving look.

He Lingchuan patted the table lightly: "Songyang Hou is actually a woman, why have you never mentioned it?"

He is called Songyang Hou, and everyone usually calls him "Lord" and "Lord". It's strange that he can associate this with a woman!

He Yue asked curiously, "Brother, you don't know?"

"How can I know?" He Lingchuan said unhappily, "Am I the only one living in a small border town with no news?"

"The Marquis of Songyang is named Li Qingge, and the title is hereditary, but there is only one woman in the dynasty. I have heard the women in Heishui City talking about it with relish." He Yue felt strange instead, "Brother, you like to dig up gossip so much, how could you not know this?"

He Lingchuan pointed at everyone in front of him, "So, you all know it?"

Except for him, all the He family members nodded, with a face of matter-of-factness.

The housekeeper Lao Mo, who was waiting on the side, also nodded with a smile.

So Li Fubo didn't mention it, Sun Hongye didn't mention it, and even the chattering assistant Liu in Shihuan City didn't mention it, just because it was a well-known fact?

He Lingchuan stretched his body, feeling exhausted physically and mentally: "Where's dinner? I'm hungry!"

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A dreamless night.

He Lingchuan was thinking about the follow-up of the battle, but unfortunately he didn't dream of Panlong. Perhaps Broken Blade was considerate of him because he was too tired in his dream the night before.

After waking up, he found that He Yue was not awake, and his face was swollen and red, and he was still mumbling.

He Lingchuan leaned over to listen more carefully, but He Yue suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him and screamed "Ah".

Both of them were shocked, and even the guards outside the door rushed in.

He Lingchuan scratched his ears: "Why are you yelling? I was almost deafened by you." The devil's voice penetrated his brain.

He Yue's face was very red, and he didn't look at him: "I, I... I'm just taking a nap, why are you coming over here?"

"I heard you say 'OK, OK', and then 'Slow down'." He Lingchuan was leisurely, "What is good and slow?"

"Uh." He Yue looked down, then suddenly jumped up and ran out, "I have to pee!"

"There's a bucket behind."

I don't know if He Yue heard it or not, but he threw on a coat and ran away.

The snow stopped, but the morning outside was particularly cold. He Lingchuan groaned twice, young people are just full of energy.

He suddenly made a not-so-wonderful discovery:

Since he got the Broken Blade, his dreams were only about Panlong City, or he would just sleep without dreaming.

The only exception was that he dreamed of the Immortal Cave, but that was also related to the God Bone, and indirectly to Panlong City.

In other words, he lost the ability to visit other dreams.

Could it be that his dreams for the rest of his life could only be about Panlong City? That's too boring.

He was still young, and he wanted to have some youthful dreams like He Yue, full of energy, sweating, blood boiling, floating like an immortal...

"Brother, let's make a deal." He Lingchuan patted the broken knife, "Can you let me dream other dreams occasionally?"

The broken knife certainly wouldn't react.

But He Lingchuan was sure it heard it.

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The dead villagers had been buried, and He Chunhua lit a stick of incense for them and recited a prayer before the team set off.

"In this world, only human life is worthless." Songyang Hou Li Qingge also clasped his hands together, "Lord He is really kind."

At this time, the little mink standing on Wu Shaoyi's shoulder squeaked twice, and Wu Shaoyi whispered to everyone: "My mink said that the crows on the branches have been staring at us, and there is a strong smell of human blood on them."

He Chunhua looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw that nearly a hundred crows had landed on the big tree next to the grave, staring down at everyone.

Crows are also common birds in winter. The supporting army has seen countless of them along the way, and they subconsciously ignored them.

But after Wu Shaoyi reminded them, everyone realized something was wrong:

When did the crows become so quiet?

And there are more than a dozen of them that are larger than their peers, almost catching up with vultures. They stare at humans with strange eyes, as if they are staring at dead meat.

But the two wolf monsters on the ground also stare at them and keep licking their mouths.

He Chunhua said slowly: "These things have very sharp mouths, do they look like a crow's beak?"

The more he looked, the more they looked like it.

He Lingchuan took out the Ghost Eye Bow from the storage ring, wanting to show these crows some power.

But before he put the arrow on the bow, the crows seemed to know how powerful they were, screaming "Ah ah" and flapping their wings, flying all over the sky to the back mountain.

Only the big trees were shaken and snow fell.

He helplessly patted the snow flakes on his body: "The Emperor's Flowing Juice not long ago was obviously small in quantity and poor in quality, how could it still stimulate so many monsters?"

He Chunhua looked solemn: "In troubled times, monsters are born, and in peaceful times, there are fewer demons."

Li Qingge looked at him and said: "Then how can we have peace?"

He Chunhua shook his head. This is the answer that many strong men are groping for? Instead, He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Maybe we have to wait for a great leader."

Although these man-eating crows are hateful, people can't catch up with birds, especially in broad daylight. So He Chunhua and Li Qingge gave up this plan, packed up their tents and set off.

The murderer is at large, and reality is always so helpless. The so-called long-range law is just a self-deception of the world.

How many new monsters are there in the land of Yuan Kingdom, and how much can these more than 600 people interfere?

The staff member Mo Zhe Jingxuan could only comfort the angry Madam Ying and said, "The monsters with their initial intelligence always have a period of confusion, and they will calm down after a while." Most of them will calm down, otherwise human armies will soon teach them to be good monsters. After all, this is still the territory of Da Yuan.

But He Lingchuan understood that this refers to "usually". The current Da Yuan is struggling with two-front warfare. Does it have the energy to eradicate these "scabies" on the territory?

So He Chunhua sighed that monsters are born in troubled times.

If some skin diseases are not cured, they will eventually develop into stubborn diseases that invade the bones and rot the marrow.

When the supporting army left, the crows followed them in the sky for more than ten miles, screaming all the time, which was both sarcastic and provocative, and was particularly arrogant. Some of them even tried to fly over the crowd and defecate, which scared Madam Ying and made her scream.

Zhao Qinghe and Zeng Feixiong suddenly ordered bows to be drawn, and the supporting army shot arrows together.

A rain of arrows flew into the sky, and more than ten crows were shot down on the spot.

These ghost things, if they are not given a little power, they will become arrogant.

The crows were frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew high. The crowd shot again, and shot down four or five more. Two giant wolves rushed out and took them back to the car one by one, so they had lunch and toys.

After suffering this hardship, the crows realized that the people in front of them were different from ordinary villagers and could not be offended at all, so they turned around and left unhappily.

It was snowing again.