After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 231 Field Teaching

   "Well, the token he mentioned is a tortoise shell token, is it in your hand?"

   "Yes." There was a small piece of the turtle charm in the ring he took off from Dongli Daoist's hand.

   "As a gift, you can take the things in the Naturalization Tower by yourself."

  Is this plausible, asking for help without being paid? "What's there?"

"Did not mention."

  The Great Huanzong has been abandoned for many years, and the real Dongli may not be sure how much stuff is left in it. However, Sun Fuling said again: "Realist Dongli learned divination from the Venerable Wood Spirit, which is a good thing for returning to the sect."

  He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he remembered the prophecy of the turtle demon: "Didn't it mean that after natural disasters, divination will fail repeatedly?"

   "Da Huan Zong is good at this method, and there is no one successor like Master Dongli." Sun Fuling laughed, "This Immortal Sect used to be full of talents, and Master Dongli can correct divination, so others can't?"

  He Lingchuan was awakened by a word.

  The divination of the turtle demon comes from the lineage of the Great Huanzong. If you want to break this prophecy, in today's lack of information and means, isn't it best to go to the Great Huanzong to find clues?

   Besides, Daoist Dongli also said that as long as he sends his relics back to the clan, he will be rewarded.

   It's been a long time, I hope the "reward" is still there.

   "Where is Shou'an Mountain, I don't seem to have heard of it."

   "Then have you heard of the Six Schools of Kaiyuan?"

  He Lingchuan shook his head honestly.

   "Da Huanzong is one of the six Kaiyuan sects, sitting on Shou'an Mountain, which is today's Xushan Mountain!"

   "Xu Mountain?" This place is somewhat familiar, "Eh? Could it be in the territory of the Northern Demon Kingdom!"

  Yes, he mentioned it in the playbook he heard in Heishui City. Then he has to find a way to go to the demon country later?

   "It's gone, that's all for now."

  He Lingchuan took back the rubbings he copied: "Thank you very much, otherwise I don't know where to find someone to interpret."

"The existing magical powers were first improved by the immortals, and then passed down." Sun Fuling said softly, "Nowadays, the relics of immortals are occasionally discovered, and sometimes new magical powers, mental methods, and a lot of formulas appear, so mastering the immortals Chinese is very necessary. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

  He Lingchuan was overjoyed: "Wonderful, this will trouble Miss Sun!"

   "Teaching a man how to fish is worse than giving him a fish. You don't have to bother me when you learn it. You can go to the History Museum to look up the books." Sun Fuling leaned on the wall and looked at him, "When do you plan to start?"

   "Now?" He Lingchuan thought for a while, choosing a day would be better than hitting the sun, "If you have nothing else to do."

  Sun Fuling retracted again, and He Lingchuan suddenly realized that the two of them had chatted through the wall for so long.

  He heard the sound of her stepping on the wooden ladder back to the ground. The sparrowhawk didn't fly away either, but stood on the wall tiles and pecked its feathers.

  He Lingchuan asked it: "You don't have to go to perform the task?" Is there no other place to go?

  Sparrowhawk burped, "I just finished a high-intensity mission and I need to sleep."

  It killed three fat magpies today. It is too full and needs to rest for a while.

  He Lingchuan only discovered today that Sparrowhawk can actually roll his eyes.

  Flap your wings and follow the Red General to the Ghost Needle Stone Forest. Is it also called a high-intensity task?

   After a few breaths, the sound of opening and knocking on the door sounded one after another.

  He Lingchuan invited Sun Fuling in, with a habitual courtesy: "Water? I still have some tea from Xiluo, which was given by the other guards."

  The tea from the Xiluo Kingdom is of the highest quality here, and the big restaurants only serve it to the guests.

  Sun Fuling had already taken off the face towel, and said very brightly, "Okay."

  As soon as He Lingchuan opened the door, she saw the half-full courtyard and piles of presents like hills: "People like you very much."

  He Lingchuan scratched his head: "Sorry."

  Sun Fuling's elder brother, Sun Jiayuan, also sacrificed his life in the Battle of Ghost Needle Stone Forest and was chased as a hero, but Sun Fuling's door was deserted, and no one gave gifts.

   "Sorry for what?" Sun Fuling gave him a strange look.

"…nothing."

"Oh, you mean my brother?" Sun Fuling came to her senses and shrugged, "He doesn't live here, and people don't send gifts here. I went to his house twice and packed up the presents and donated them. gone."

   "Donate?" He Lingchuan's heart moved, "There are too many things in my yard, and it's not appropriate to sell them. Is there a place to donate?"

"Of course, in a place like Panlong City, will there be fewer widows, widows and loneliness? The families of soldiers who died in battle also need special care." Sun Fuling picked up a bunch of wind chimes made of shells and shook them lightly. It's sweet, "If you want, I'll donate it for you."

   "Wonderful." He Lingchuan was overjoyed, "Then please trouble Miss Sun, and pass on everyone's thoughts."

  Sun Fuling nodded.

  He Lingchuan brewed the tea and served it, the two of them fell silent.

   Phew, a gust of cold wind blows, rolling up the leaves on the ground.

  Uh, he brought Sun Fuling here for...?

  He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, breaking the strange embarrassment: "What should we do now?"

  Sun Fuling put a thick book in his hand on the bench with a "snap": "This is a comparison model of ancient and modern languages. You memorize them all."

   "..."

   So thick, as generous as his palm!

   After finally saying goodbye to the age of memorizing every day, he still has to repeat the old lessons and study hard in his dreams?

  Nightmare, nightmare recurring?

"Your expression is exactly the same as my students." Sun Fuling couldn't help laughing, her almond eyes turned into crescent moons, "Don't worry, it's not difficult. This text is based on the old characters, and there are traces to follow. I will teach you. If you are serious, you can master it in two or three months at most."

  Like Xingkai and seal script?

   "Sit down, take out that copy of the extension. From it, we will mark and compare."

  He Lingchuan led her into the kitchen.

  The room is too small, the yard is too cold, and only the kitchen has a small table.

  He hurriedly added charcoal to the brazier, and honestly took out the extension.

  Before the door closed, the sparrowhawk also took the opportunity to fly in, flapped its wings to shake off the cold air, and stood by the brazier to keep warm.

  There is a brazier to roast, who wants to stand outside and suffer from the cold?

   "Don't touch my things!" He Lingchuan warned it. Hidden in the basket on the stove were two packs of roast chicken, each weighing four catties, which he bought along the way as an appetizer.

Ah. Sparrowhawk ignored it and started combing its feathers again.

  Sun Fuling breathed on her hand: "Paper and pen?"

   "Uh..." No. He is not practicing martial arts or taking a bath in this room, so how can he have a chance to use a pen?

  Sun Fuling did not know where to conjure these three things, and was about to polish the ink, He Lingchuan had a good eye: "Let me do it."

  He poured some water on the inkstone and gently pushed the ink.

  As soon as Sun Fuling spread out Tuowen, he heard him ask: "When I entered the city, I saw the former prefect of Weicheng leading the people out from the south gate to return home. The number of people was at least more than 30,000."

"I know, I've encountered it too. This is a big deal in Panlong City today, and the streets and alleys are discussing it." Sun Fuling took a pen and ink, and began to compare notes, "This is just the first batch, and there should be more in the future." Residents of Weicheng moved back to their hometowns one after another.”

   "I asked my old acquaintance in Weicheng why I wanted to go back. He just said that he is not used to this place."

"One side of water and soil supports one side of people. Immortal Dongli also asks you to send his relics back to Dazong. People are like this. They are nostalgic for their homeland and hope that the fallen leaves will return to their roots." Sun Fuling changed the subject, "Can you live in Panlong City? Habit?"

   "I'm used to it." He Lingchuan didn't think about it, "I live a happy and relaxed life."

  He can be himself in his dreams, either practicing martial arts or fighting, and he can chat and brag with his friends at ordinary times. This is far easier than reality, and there is no need to deal with He Chunhua and others.

"That's because you chose the fastest way to be promoted, which is to go into battle and accumulate military merit." Sun Fuling said softly, "In Panlong City, you can have almost everything if you have military merit; People who are too slow, their lives are not satisfactory."

  He Lingchuan thought of Liu Sanjiu and his wife, and the bitter smiles on their faces.

  They are not good at fighting. They are standard civilians in the city. They can only exchange their hard but stable labor for living supplies. Want to save more for military exploits?

   More than just a word "difficult"?

  However, Panlong City is not a place for you to argue that "everyone has his own aspirations". If you can't provide what it needs most, then I'm sorry, you can go to the back of the queue.

  Living in this cruel land, the rules of survival in the city are equally cruel.

   "I heard that there are even residents of Panlong City who want to fish in troubled waters and leave the city with them, but they were sent back after registering with the government office."

   "It's kind of stupid." He Lingchuan shook his head, "No matter where the middle and lower poor are, life is hard. At least Panlong City has security."

   "They will know when they go out." Sun Fuling continued, "It seems that the governor of Weicheng is also surnamed Sun?"

   "Yes, Captain Xiao went to meet them at that time, but Sun Junshou fled with thirty or forty boxes of family property. He also blocked the ramp, and the refugees behind couldn't get through."

Sun Fuling marked it without raising his head, but seemed to smile again: "Although this Junjun Sun is rich, according to Panlong's law, he can only buy a gold house at most in the city, and he has to use it for third-class mansions." It is not something he can achieve in exchange for military achievements. If I remember correctly, the army he brought would have been dispersed long ago."

   There are four levels of mansions in Panlong City, and the lowest level is the Golden House, which is also the only mansion that rich people can buy with money. Many big businessmen have already bought gold houses, and Junshou Sun lives in the same block as them. They are all upstarts and profiteers, and they probably feel uncomfortable.

   What's more, Panlong City does not allow private individuals to own armed forces such as armies and private soldiers. Sun Junshou can only leave a few nursing homes at most. Worst of all, he can't even afford a servant here!

  Yes, the qualification to serve as a servant must be exchanged for military merit! For these rich people, living in Panlong City is too inconvenient.

  Of course there is another way, more contributions to Panlong City can also be exchanged for military merit. Of course, the connotation of this "contribution" is very broad, and Sun Junshou's pocketbook is worrying.

  He Lingchuan nodded: "I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail."

   Instead of staying in Panlong City and being inferior to others, Sun Junshou might as well return to Weicheng and continue to dominate.

   The first release of this book: Qidian Chinese Network.

  (end of this chapter)