Chapter 428: City in Turmoil

The characters on the heavenly book disappeared, and it was blank again.

Envoy Du Yun said respectfully: "It is our duty to monitor the movement of this artifact."

It means that the gods should not be blamed.

The emperor pointed to the altar: "Damn that thing?"

"That's right." Envoy Du Yun said solemnly, "That is also a divine object."

"Send Bai Ziqi to 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, and put an end to it once and for all."

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Sun Fuling was not at home.

He Lingchuan lay on the wall and saw that her yard was also full of flowers and plants, especially dozens of huge hydrangeas that almost filled the corners of the wall, blooming with an unusual blue-purple color.

This small yard used to have nothing, so empty that thieves would want to cry when they came.

The shell wind chimes under the eaves jingled, accusing the owner of leaving home for no reason again.

But in He Lingchuan's yard, the flowers and plants were still upright, and the fish in the tank were very energetic, not a single one was missing. It can be seen that when he was away, 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 look for the history of Yuan State by the way.

The devil hides in the details, and he might find something else.

Ever since he listened to the conversation between the king and ministers of Yuan State, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and he was thinking about collecting clues quickly.

He Lingchuan wanted to close his eyes and rest while riding in the car, but the driver was very talkative and started talking about "returning to the east".

He Lingchuan knew that in the one or two days when he was away, the news that "the king ordered the relocation of Panlong soldiers and civilians to return to the country" had spread, and it was hotly discussed in the streets and alleys.

Some people said they could go back, and some people said it was a conspiracy.

Some people were eager to go home, and some people didn't want to go back at all.

If this kind of argument is also blessed by alcohol, in the end it is often decided by voice and fists who is more reasonable.

Therefore, there are more than a dozen wine shops in Panlong City, and even rare fights and injuries have occurred, which are all the products of excited emotions.

He saw that the driver was also in his early forties, with his left sleeve rolled up, revealing a long scar on his arm.

This is a knife scar. "You were a soldier, right? Do you want to go back?"

The driver sighed: "When I was a child, I lived on Huangzhou Island. I could catch fish and shrimps as I pleased, and I could pick the eggs from the trees as I pleased." He pointed to a big tree by the roadside, "Now, let alone picking eggs, try to cut a branch here? You might get a few whips."

"Look at those young people in the city, they don't want to go back." The driver said again, "They have lived here since they were young, thinking that Panlong Desert is the best place in the world. They also heard that corruption is rampant in their motherland and people's livelihood is difficult, so they don't want to go anywhere."

"Then you really want to go back?"

"I dare not go back." The driver shook his head, "I have been away from my hometown for 30 years, and I am unfamiliar with the place if I go back. I heard that There are bandits everywhere in my motherland, and I'm afraid I won't have a good life if I go back. Besides, the way back home is not so easy, and how many people will die along the way? "

"Didn't they say that Baling Kingdom will open the Jinxi Corridor to us? It should be easy to walk?"

"Hey, Baling Kingdom!" The driver pointed to the scar on his hand, "My wound was cut by the Baling people, and my arm was almost gone at that time. How many good soldiers have died in the hands of Baling and Xianyou? If Baling is reliable, sows can climb trees."

He sighed: "Let's just talk about this matter. Whether we go back or not, the whole Panlong Wasteland will be in turmoil for a while."

On the way, passing Yunling Island, the fat white man was still standing at the door chatting with guests.

He Lingchuan got off the car temporarily and went to him to replenish his sleeve arrows, medicines and other consumables.

After receiving the money, Bai Gua hesitated to speak. He Lingchuan put his arm around his shoulders and laughed, "Are you still thinking about that?"

"You really haven't heard about it?" Bai Gua sighed, "It's already spread all over the city. Look at the situation outside, it seems that we are going to leave tomorrow."

He wanted to take advantage of the situation, but he didn't.

"Then why don't you go back?" He Lingchuan glanced at him. The fat man didn't tell the truth, "Don't talk about my shop. You can sell it to someone else, or let someone else manage it, you go first."

He has learned how flexible the methods of businessmen are from Shi Er and his housekeeper Ding Zuodong. A mere shop can stop the fat man from going back?

Bai Gua was speechless. Didn't he know the intention of Panlong City? If the news was false in the end, and he withdrew his business, what would he do later? Without the support of the Panlong City Army, he didn't know how many disasters he would encounter on the way back to his country. Who can guarantee that he can walk through the Jinxi Corridor of Baling Country?

But what he said about "the whole city is in turmoil" was not an empty talk. He Lingchuan had sharp hearing and heard two tables of guests on the second floor of the teahouse opposite talking about the return to the east.

It was indeed the most popular and important event.

He Lingchuan patted Bai Gua on the shoulder: "Put your heart back in your stomach and run the shop well. We will definitely not leave."

Bai Gua was startled: "How do you know, do you have inside information?"

He Lingchuan gave him a mysterious smile: "It can't be said, it can't be said."

What the hell, he came from the future, of course he knew that the people of Panlong City had never left Panlong Wasteland before it was destroyed.

Although the direction of the dream may not completely coincide with history, he has no impression that anything has happened that can change the main line.

So, most of the people here can't leave.

Thinking of this, his heart moved.

If the Xiluo Kingdom really issued a relocation order, and the Panlong army and people obeyed the order to return to the east, would they be able to escape the final fate of being slaughtered?

This idea grew like wild weeds in his mind and he couldn't stop it.

I don't know when he started to worry about this city and its residents, and he resisted the arrival of the doomsday.

He was a witness to the last moment of the demise of Qianxing City.

That kind of tragic, hopeless and tragic scene cannot be described in words.

He Lingchuan was unwilling to let Panlong City repeat the same mistake, after all, this city gave him more and more sense of belonging.

After getting back in the car, He Lingchuan had to go to the Tizhen Office first.

He had accumulated enough military merits again, and this time he wanted to exchange for a spearmanship.

An inch longer is an inch stronger. After experiencing the Battle of Handan River, he had a deeper understanding of this saying. There will be many opportunities for immediate combat in the future. Although the Fusheng Knife is good, it cannot escape the category of short weapons.

He had seen the spearmanship of General Hong, Xiao Maoliang, Hong Chenglue and even Zhao Pan, and he envied them.

The spearmanship given to him by the Tizhen Office was plain and unpretentious, called "Benlei Spearmanship", which means that the spear should be as fast as thunder, and it should not only be fast, but also have the power of thunder.

He Lingchuan's combat experience is growing day by day, and he deeply understands that "the only speed that can break the martial arts in the world" is a paradox. Doesn't the hummingbird's wings flap fast? What threat does it pose to people? It can probably fan you when it's hot.

Fast, steady, accurate and ruthless, fast but not lacking, this is the true meaning of victory.

He had just memorized the gun formula and was about to return the jade slip to Liu Gongcao, when a guard rushed in and asked, "Which one is He Lingchuan?"

"I am."

"General Hong has ordered you to go to the Gan Ge Hall for duty immediately."

A mission? He Lingchuan threw down the jade slip and followed the messenger.

The Gan Ge Hall is one of the places where the high-level officials of Panlong City discuss military secrets. Not to mention that it is difficult for ordinary people to approach, even the Dafeng soldiers can only enter with a token.

He Lingchuan followed the messenger, passed through the government office to the north, and soon passed by Zhong Shengguang's house.

The Gan Ge Hall was built behind his house, making it convenient for the boss of the city to convene a meeting at the first time.

There is no greenery in this place. The ground and walls are made of bluestone. It is empty and cold. Although it is called a meeting hall, He Lingchuan feels more like a prison. As soon as he enters this space, he immediately feels a sense of solemnity.

There are two halls for real meetings, one large and one small. The facades are all square, and the gaps are filled.

Even a light green grasshopper landing on the wall is very conspicuous.

And it slid to the ground as soon as it jumped over. Obviously, there is a barrier in the house itself, and creatures are not allowed to stay on it.

There were trees in the yard. The stumps looked thick, but they have been cut down.

It is easy to hide people or other things in trees. After all, the means of monitoring in this world are ever-changing.

He Lingchuan found the barrier as soon as he came in, and there were several layers. If someone broke in or sneaked in, it would definitely trigger the alarm.

Just looking at these arrangements, you can know that the topics that can enter the war hall are not simple.

The messenger stopped approaching the door of the small hall: "You wait here." He turned and left.

His mission was over, and he could not enter the hall.

Even the wind blowing into the hall was colder. He Lingchuan had only stood there for a short while when several more soldiers from the Dafeng Army came in.

Then, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong appeared.

General Hong casually pointed at two people, one of whom was He Lingchuan: "You go to the hall to be on duty." Then he said to the others, "You guard outside the hall."

Everyone followed the order.

He Lingchuan entered the small hall, which was only about 50 square meters in area, and most of the space was occupied by the large sand table in the middle, so it could accommodate at most 20 people.

General Hong stood on the sand table and manipulated it a few times, and the plate of loose sand began to pile up shapes, with hills, mountains, lakes, rivers, and valleys appearing one by one.

In just about half a quarter of an hour, the sand table was completely formed.

From He Lingchuan's perspective, he could just see the majestic plateau and the stone forest like a thousand sails--

There was the Chipa Plateau on the sand table, and there was also the Ghost Needle Stone Forest, Zhu Erniang's old nest.

General Hong was wearing a mask again.

This time it was an eagle-head mask, in brown, gold and red, with the same fine workmanship and a bit of abstract style.

It must be said that General Hong's aesthetics have always been online. He Lingchuan was very curious, who made the mask for her?

Zhong Shengguang also stood beside the sand table, overlooking the miniature Panlong City.

There was a vertical line between his eyebrows, which was the result of frowning frequently.

The commander of Panlong Wasteland, the responsibility and burden represented by this position are not something that ordinary people can bear.

Moreover, He Lingchuan remembered the entrustment of King Yuan. The "scourge" that made the powerful Yuan Kingdom sad and angry and perished is now here with Zhong Shengguang. Once the secret is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous. Just for this point, the psychological pressure he has to bear is unimaginable.