After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 101 Departure! Mr. He's road to soaring

   What he wants to practice is accuracy.

  Because of practicing martial arts for many years, his skills are very stable.

   But he shot a few arrows, the hit rate was very poor, and he missed the target twice.

  So the successful throwing knife to save the father in the Panlong Desert was really lucky.

   No, He Chunhua was lucky not to be headshot by his son first.

  He Lingchuan was not discouraged. Looking back at Hu Min's archery, it was like using his arms and fingers, and he didn't practice it overnight.

  Drawing the bow fifty times, He Lingchuan put down the strong bow, first relaxed the sore shoulders and arms, then adjusted his true energy, and began to practice the sword.

   This is what he's been wanting to do since he woke up.

  He closed his eyes, slowly recalling the hard work of the past night.

   Every parry, every dodge, every wound, every head-on blow, and—

   Every kill!

  In the dream, he killed six enemies and wounded or assisted nineteen.

  Now these pictures are clearly recalled, frozen, and enlarged in his mind, allowing him to calmly record every success and examine every mistake.

   He even remembered Commander Xiao's saber, which was crisp, sharp, fierce and decisive, without any muddling.

   There is also Meng Shan, who is so fierce and domineering that he will never flinch in the face of knives and fires, so that Commander Xiao dare not show his edge.

  He Lingchuan seemed to have returned to yesterday's battlefield.

   When he came back to his senses, he had finished practicing the saber, and the meaning of the saber was harmonious, and many obscurities in the past were suddenly unraveled.

   Just as an osmanthus flower fell, He Lingchuan slashed out with a knife, the blade was about an inch away from the petal.

  The sweet-scented osmanthus seems to be slightly stagnant in the air, and then falls on its own accord according to the original trajectory.

   intact.

  The servant standing in the corner of the courtyard couldn't bear to look directly at him, but He Lingchuan seemed very satisfied, and even smiled.

  While dancing with a knife, there is a wind of the knife. The faster the knife, the stronger the wind of the knife.

  The sweet-scented osmanthus is less than an inch away from the blade, but it is not disturbed by the wind of the blade. This is his progress.

  He Lingchuan has actually practiced a little Dao Qi, but sending and receiving freely is much more difficult than it sounds. From the outside to the inside, he still has a long way to go.

  However, when did his memory become so good that he could remember all the details of last night, reviewing and reminiscing frame by frame?

  In retrospect, it seems that the two dreams were like this.

   Probably, this is the credit of the broken knife again, right?

   Then he went to draw the bow again, and practiced the sword again, and so on.

  Seeing the sun slowly setting to the west, the servant had to remind him: "Young Master, don't forget Madam's explanation."

  What did Mrs. Ying explain? He Lingchuan thought for a while before remembering that she was going to distribute invitations to the upper circles in Heishui City by herself, inviting them to come to He's house for the burning banquet tomorrow night.

  When an official is promoted, colleagues, relatives and friends come to congratulate him, and the host will prepare a sumptuous banquet with singing and dancing, which is called "burning tail banquet". He Chunhua has made great achievements this time and has been promoted several levels. Of course, the burning banquet must be held beautifully.

   Receive work, take a bath, and work.

  By the time He Lingchuan sent out the invitations before returning home, the bright moon had already risen.

  He Lingchuan looked at the broken knife on the wall, and was a little excited when he lay down to sleep, hoping to dream of Panlong again tonight.

  He is eager to know the result of the Battle of River Plate.

  Unfortunately, there was no dream all night.

  …

  Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

  Governor He was promoted, and Heishui City was as lively as a festival. Even the servants of the He family enjoyed the joy of being surrounded by stars when they went out.

  The He family has a large family, and those who come to congratulate and give gifts quickly break through the threshold.

   Most of these were received by He Yue, because He Chunhua was busy finalizing the list of his personal guards.

  Now there are a total of more than 1,300 people in the Heishui City Army. It is impossible for him to take away all of them. In the end, he carefully selected and asked for 300 people.

   These three hundred elites are the foundation for his vigorous development in Xiazhou. In this respect, loyalty is more important than strength.

   Among them were three generals, including Zeng Feixiong.

  He Lingchuan was surprised that this dutiful son was willing to go north with them. As a result, after questioning, he found out that Zeng Feixiong's father died suddenly of illness five days ago, and he regained his sanity before dying, and the father and son finally chatted for a while.

   Zeng Feixiong fulfilled his wish and sent his father to die. With no worries, he no longer misses Heishui City.

  In fact, one of He Chunhua's selection criteria for personal protection is a young and strong bachelor, preferably not burdened by his family. Otherwise, if the guards have to bring their own families when they go thousands of miles away, the marching speed will be unsatisfactory.

   In addition, He Chunhua also brought several staff members with him.

  Mrs. Ying was busy paying wages, and then dismissed the servants in the family. Apart from the boss, the He family only brought two attendants, a man and a woman, on the road this time, and they were all loyal servants who had served them for seven or eight years.

   Keep everything simple on the road, just recruit new people after going to a new place.

  Uncle Hao is also willing to go to Xiazhou, but he was appointed by He Chunhua to stay in Heishui City temporarily to help deal with the He family's property, and then go north in about three to five months.

  He Lingchuan also saw Situ Han, and the Sand Bandits did not go.

"I can't go, my family is here, and they are all counting on us." At this time, Situ Han and other sand bandits have been recruited into the city army, and they will have royal rations to eat. Xiazhou's unknown.

  Who doesn’t know that there will be a war there? Who wants to go to the front line if they can live a peaceful life? Situ Han pushed Mao Tao forward: "Only this kid insists on following you." He didn't listen to any persuasion, that's called recklessness.

  He Lingchuan wondered: "Is your mother-in-law not in Heishui City?"

"We broke up yesterday, and she still slapped me twice." Mao Tao grinned, not taking it seriously, "I heard that the girls in Xiazhou have bigger eyes and more watery eyes, unlike the rough old girls here. There are Thousands of miles of fertile fields, why do I have to guard this acre of Susukida?"

   Then counting the family members and logistics that must be brought, there are all kinds of things, and finally He Chunhua formed a group of more than 430 people.

  He Lingchuan didn't expect that the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the door was Liu Baobao. This guy greeted him with a box in his hand: "Young master, this is something you asked me to do a few days ago. It's a parting gift."

  He Lingchuan was curious, so he took it and opened it. It turned out to be several bottles of medicinal powder, which were thin and white.

  The bottle is ridiculously big.

   "Uh..." How does he think this thing is contraband? "I will tell you to get this kind of thing?"

   No, no, how is it possible? He is a promising young man.

   "Didn't you want a medicine that can relieve pain immediately after taking it without hindering movement?" Liu Baobao pointed to the powder in the bottle, "This is it, it's called Shituo powder."

  He Lingchuan was relieved and happily accepted it.

  Liu Baobao smiled all over his face, and said goodbye: "In the future, we will flourish, young and old, don't forget that there are old friends in the small border town."

   "That is inevitable!" He Lingchuan agreed.

  That morning, the four hundred personal guards led by the He family had pre-departure tea and bid farewell to the common people, and left Heishui City in the crowd's farewell, heading north.

  (end of this chapter)