Chapter 86 Precious First Experience*2

They were moving very fast, and passing by the wooden bridge was like a flash of lightning. It was impossible to take a closer look with just a quick glance.

Almost no one noticed that He Lingchuan, who was squatting and shrinking at the bottom of the boat, just curled up in the shadow of the wooden bridge!

He hid under the bridge, not daring to breathe, for fear that a bubble would attract unnecessary attention.

After more than ten breaths, he quietly poked out of the water, looked around, and then stabbed his spear into the bank of the canal with force, and jumped to the ground with the force.

The cavalry had gone far away, leaving only a few backs.

There were two five or six-year-old children by the canal who looked at him curiously, but the mother next to them looked alert and pulled them back.

The residents here are very unfriendly.

He Lingchuan wiped the water off his face and quickly hid behind two large haystacks.

Going forward is the warehouse, and then the tall and short houses, fortunately there are not many people. He Lingchuan looked down at his wet body, knowing that his clothes and fabrics would make the locals know that he is an outsider at a glance.

The only solution now was to change clothes.

He looked around and finally smiled:

Not far away, clothes were hung on the open space in front of the farmer's house.

He sneaked over quietly, without disturbing the woman cooking in the kitchen, and only took a few men's clothes. Then, he went to the shade to change clothes.

Although it was quiet, he still carefully checked the surroundings before taking off his wet old clothes.

No one.

He quickly took off his wet pants and put on new ones.

While he was tying his pants, a whistle suddenly sounded from the side.

He Lingchuan looked up in surprise and saw a white shadow flashing by, as fast as light and lightning, so fast that the human eye could not catch it.

There was no way to avoid it.

With a light "whoosh", an arrow hit his throat, moving forward and backward, and the arrowhead even pierced into the wooden board.

What does it feel like to be shot in the throat?

He Lingchuan wanted to swear, but he couldn't speak, and only felt the pain in his heart.

In front of him, he could only see the white feather at the tail of the arrow trembling. He looked forward again and saw something moving in the haystack.

He tried to see clearly, but his vision was already blurred.

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He Lingchuan screamed and turned over to sit up, holding his neck.

As far as he could see, the window frame, the low table, and the vase were all furniture in his house.

A lark was perched on a branch in front of the window. It was frightened by his cry and flew away, and a feather fell down.

He Lingchuan stared at the feather and thought of the white feather that was shot in the throat.

He touched his throat and it was fine, not even the skin was broken, but his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had just climbed out of the canal.

"I was scared to death!" He was still alive, but he had a nightmare.

A figure flashed outside, and Uncle Hao came in: "What's wrong with the young master?"

"Nothing." He Lingchuan rubbed his face weakly, "Nightmare."

"Is it still Hulu Mountain?"

"How is it possible?" After the Panlongcheng adventure, the memory of the attack on Hulu Mountain was so vague that it seemed like a lifetime ago. He almost forgot it.

He Lingchuan waved Uncle Hao away, got up and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

It was not dark yet, and he could not sleep for more than an hour at most.

After returning from the desert, his sleep quality was as good as a baby. What happened today?

Glancing at the head of the bed, his eyes naturally fell on the broken knife.

"Is it you who is causing trouble?" There was only one variable, and it was hard not to notice it.

He Lingchuan took the knife off and slowly pulled it out of the sheath.

The temperature around him dropped by at least two degrees, but He Lingchuan did not feel cold, and holding it made it more comfortable.

He thought about the nightmare. Apart from the locals who regarded outsiders as enemies, the Chiba Plateau was actually great, a fertile water town and an idyllic scene.

There were crisscrossing water networks and varied geography there. It seemed that there were mines further away. No wonder Panlong City could hold out for many years surrounded by powerful enemies. Objective conditions were also one of the decisive factors.

The last time he entered the Dafanghu Secret Realm, he almost died after only taking a trip to Panlong City. Of course, he had no chance to walk out of the pass and see the Chiba Plateau of the past.

The dream just now made up for this shortcoming.

He subconsciously believed that the Chiba Plateau he saw in his dream was a high degree of restoration of history.

The answers of the guards showed that he entered after the appearance of General Hong, which was the desperate period in the second half of Panlong City.

The Xiluo Kingdom once briefly restored contact with Panlong City, but it was too weak to withstand the pressure of the coalition forces and soon gave up Panlong City again.

Zhong Shengguang is also a human being. He served his duty faithfully for twelve years but encountered such betrayal. He almost collapsed at one point, and then he turned to the arms of Mitian God.

From then on, General Hong appeared.

Panlong City during this period was the most mysterious. Sun Fuping read through the history books of many countries, but could not find a complete record. It was as if there was a mysterious force that forcefully erased it from history.

He Lingchuan was also curious, but when he thought of the treacherous, light, and ruthless arrow, goose bumps crawled up all over his body again.

Including this time, he has died twice.

Although this experience is strange and precious, no one would resist it.

The two arrow attacks should have come from the same person. Where is the archer hiding? The fierce and wolf-like Dafeng Army was deceived by He Lingchuan. Why can this person follow him like a shadow?

He remembered the quick and loud whistle, the untied trousers, and the special mention of the black dragon before it disappeared, so this broken knife was given to him.

It has a sense of entrustment.

The previous owner of the knife was Zhong Shengguang. What kind of connection did he hope to establish between this knife and He Lingchuan?

The young man stroked the knife without saying anything, and had a new worry:

Should I hang it on the bedside in the future?

He shook his head and found that the nightmare did not give him a splitting headache. Instead, he felt full of energy and relaxed, unlike the weak look in the dream.

To be honest, the adventure in the dream was quite interesting except for the sudden death at the end.

The most important thing is that he can wake up.

If there is no loss, what is he afraid of?

He Lingchuan pressed the blade and said, "Let's make a deal. Don't give me nightmares every day, and I can still hang you on the bedside, how about it?"

The knife was quiet and naturally didn't respond.

So He Lingchuan hung it back to its original position.

…

Before it got dark, Xiangsilou was bustling.

This restaurant has been open for three years and is doing a booming business in Heishui City. It is rare that both locals and tourists like it. It is said that the boss behind it is a retired official from the mainland, and the dishes from his hometown were a great success when they were moved to the border.

Xiangsilou is famous for its duck.

Yes, ducks, simply ducks that swim in the water.

The chefs specially invited from Longhua City are experts in cooking ducks. Whether it is pickling, roasting, braising, baking, stewing, frying, curing, or roasting, there is nothing they don’t know. They also select the fatness and thinness, age and youngness of the ducks according to the cooking method, and they really choose the fattest and the thinnest.