After the Fairy Disappeared

  The four words "thick skin and black heart" are the portrayal of the fat man.

  White Grasshopper took out a small three-inch-high wooden bottle: "This is for you too!"

  The stopper was tightly blocked, and when He Lingchuan shook it lightly, there were tiny particles inside. "What is this?"

"This is fish paste!" Fatty Bai explained, "The specialty of the seaside of Song Country, the essence obtained by slow-fire cooking with various seafood! Add a drop or two when cooking, and the taste will be so fresh! It's different from the original one." If there are two dishes. You can try it when you go back, it will be delicious."

  He Lingchuan was disrespectful. Looking at the store again, many customers also bought fish paste, but they were all in large wooden bottles.

  The profiteer gave him a trial pack.

  …

  Dange Hall.

  The stone house is still bare, without any decoration.

  He Lingchuan remembered that the first two times he came to work were when the autumn tiger was raging, and it was extremely hot. The military officer is okay, he has a cultivation base and pays attention to the cold and heat. A half-skilled cultivation like Wen Daolun is sweating profusely.

   Fortunately, the weather has turned cooler now, and it is much more comfortable to stay inside.

   He Lingchuan was able to enter after going through a full-body security check as usual.

  There were four soldiers guarding outside the hall, and he was the only one in the hall.

   But there was already someone waiting in the hall, and he poured himself a cup of tea.

   This is a scribe in long robes. The left hand holding the teacup is missing the little finger.

  He Lingchuan saw his face clearly, couldn't help being startled, and stopped.

  The scribe faced the door and smiled at him: "Hello."

  He Lingchuan's composure was far better than before, and he was distracted for a short moment before reacting and stepped into the hall:

"Hello."

  This person is in his early forties, with a haggard but handsome face, and a mole between his eyebrows.

  The most important thing is that He Lingchuan recognized this face:

  Shao Jian.

  Although the years of wind and frost have carved wrinkles and whitened the temples, He Lingchuan can still recognize at a glance that this is the late King Yuan's nephew Shao Jian!

  He saw the conversation between the uncle and nephew in the illusion of the ruins of Thousand Star City.

  Years ago, King Yuan knew that the situation was over and the country of Yuan could not be saved, so he entrusted his nephew Shao Jian with the Dafang Pot, Jiaoshou Sword and Divine Bone Necklace, and asked him to escape to Xiluo overnight, and handed the three-piece set to Zhong Shengguang.

  Of course he must have done it, otherwise there would be no Panlong City today.

  But He Lingchuan never expected that the person in the phantom would appear in front of his eyes, alive... well, it can't be called alive, this is not reality after all.

   But it was enough to make his heart beat.

   After nearly two hundred years of time and space, he finally met another person who should be remembered in history!

should.

  Because Shao Jian acted secretly, his connection with Zhong Shengguang and Panlong City has not been recorded in history. But He Lingchuan knew very well that this person was the beginning of the tragic and stirring ups and downs of Panlong City.

   Facing Shao Jian, He Lingchuan had mixed feelings in his heart. It was at this time that he vaguely realized that the entanglement between Panlong City and himself was too deep, and they were deeply influencing each other.

  Did Zhong Shengguang, who was holding a generous pot back then, feel the same way?

   Perhaps it was his fiery eyes that made Shao Jian a little strange, and the latter was also looking at the boy: "Have we met before?"

  He Lingchuan shook his head: "Probably not."

  He didn't ask about the origin of the other party's name. The soldiers on duty in the Gange Hall just watched and didn't ask.

   But Shao Jian is obviously not subject to such restrictions: "What's your last name?"

   "Congratulations."

   "It's the first time I've seen such a young soldier in the Gange Hall." The boy looked seventeen or eighteen years old at the most, and he was able to come to the Gange Hall to perform duties. Shao Jian said with a smile, "General Red must have a lot of trust in you."

  He Lingchuan said concisely: "Yes."

  The last time he saw Shao Jian, he was young and full of heroism; but now Shao Jian is nearly forty years old, about the same age as Zhong Shengguang, and his face has shown a bit of vicissitudes.

  Although he is a practitioner, the years have not treated him favorably.

  Shao Jian was about to speak when the door opened with a creak, and the Red General came in alone in light armor.

  The door of the Gange Hall made a special movement, just to remind the people in the hall.

  When He Lingchuan saw her, his heart trembled slightly.

  She didn't wear a mask, her face was more beautiful than Fang Fei Taoli, but it also carried the indifference of looking down on all living beings from the Nine Heavens.

   There is no one behind her: "Close the door."

  When He Lingchuan closed the door, Shao Jian also stood up and bowed respectfully to her: "Mitian Empress, long time no see."

   "Shao Jian." General Hong pulled out his chair and sat down, "Is it safe to come here?"

   "The road was smooth, and there were no bandits or bandits, nor were they followed."

  As soon as He Lingchuan heard it, he knew that he had been hiding in the east and west for more than 20 years, and he already had great experience in hiding his whereabouts.

  General Hong was not completely relieved: "Stand under the sun."

   Now the sun is passing, just tilted, the sun shines in through the empty window. Shao Jian stood in the sunlight, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

  General Hong pointed to He Lingchuan again: "You go too."

  He Lingchuan immediately stood over, shoulder to shoulder with Shao Jian, bathing in the sun together.

  The Red General took out an open golden bowl from nowhere, with half a piece of incense inside. She reached out her hand to touch the bowl, and the incense block spontaneously ignited without fire, and milky white smoke came out.

  The smell of fireworks revealed solemnity and solemnity. He Lingchuan smelled it, as if he had stood on a temple.

   As soon as General Hong blew in the direction of the two, the smoke floated over and filled his body, condensing and not dispersing.

   Neither of them dared to move.

  After five or six breaths, under the sun and in the white mist, He Lingchuan suddenly found a light and shallow black line on Shao Jian's shoulder, which went straight to the outside of the window.

  The Red General said in a concentrated voice: "You are being targeted."

  Shao Jian was taken aback, and when he turned around, he also saw the antenna-like black thread on his shoulder.

  He dusted it twice with his hand, but there was nothing.

  The black line is still there, faintly present, but it persists.

  He Lingchuan checked himself, and there was nothing.

  He was very innocent, and the Red General only took one look at him before turning his attention to Shao Jian.

  Shao Jian was in shock: "What is this?"

   "Attention from other gods." The Red General blew another puff of white smoke. Shao Jian's whole body was covered by the smoke, and He Lingchuan could hardly see his facial features clearly. "Human beings can't be removed."

  The amazing thing is that Shao Jian didn't feel the smoke in it, but breathed freely.

"This mist can block their prying eyes, otherwise, once the thread of fate is cut off, they will pay more attention to you." After finishing speaking, the Red General stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, and gently pulled it away, like brushing off the light spider silk.

  The so-called thread of fate was broken just like that!

  The **** who cast this thread must have wondered who could tear it. However, Shao Jian was shrouded in thick fog, so they couldn't locate them.

  The Red General grabbed back the black thread and threw it directly into the golden bowl.

   With a bang, the flames turned black, and a cloud of black mist burst out.

  A figure loomed in the black mist, with a pair of big wings, like a butterfly and a big fluttering moth.

"It turned out to be this thing." The Red General waved his hand, the smoke in the air dissipated, and the sun shrouded Shao Jian again, "Good news, this is not the **** worshiped by Bega, so you haven't been stared at by the northern demon kingdom yet." Go on. Shao Jian, in which country or person did you pass through before, the **** you worship is Du Nie?"

  Shao Jian was slightly taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "That may be a small country I passed by in the desert, which is very far away. But the **** they offer is also in the form of a human, not this or this."

  In addition to Bega, of course there are other countries that openly worship gods. It's just that none of them can keep up with the power of the northern demon country.

  General Hong said indifferently: "Human beings have the most believers, so gods have the image in the world, and most of them are also human."

  He Lingchuan heard the meaning behind the words: the real body of the **** may not be certain.

"Just don't go there in the future." The Red General put away the golden bowl, "After all, there is a world apart, and the attention of these wild gods is often cut off for various reasons, not just man-made. As long as you don't re-enter its field of vision, you will It's no big deal, and they don't care too much about it themselves. Well, I have a task for you."

  Shao Jian said solemnly: "Please ask for instructions."

  He Lingchuan looked at them curiously.

  Yuan Wang used to ask him to tell Zhong Shengguang that he would do everything possible to destroy the Dafang Pot; but now, Zhong Shengguang not only did not follow Yuan Wang's warning, but instead used the Dafang Pot to attract the gods to fill the world.

  So, what is the relationship between Shao Jian and Panlong City now?

  He is likely to be the only blood of the Yuanwang family left in the world, He Lingchuan thought, after handing over the three-piece suit, it is impossible for this person to just stay out of the matter like that, and Jiang Hai will spend the rest of his life?

  The Red General took out another object and spread it in his palm.

   This is really a weird day. The people and things that appeared in Panlong City one after another are beyond He Lingchuan's expectation.

  The thing that General Red took out was like a copper pipe, only the size of a middle finger. On the top of the pipe was engraved the head of an unknown monster, with a sharp beak, short nose, thin teeth, small ears, and a ferocious face, like a pig's head that had been smashed by a punch.

  The short pipe is engraved with lines, like patterns and characters, but it is not the ancient fairy language.

  A jewel is embedded in the body of the tube, which is hollow, and there seems to be a little red substance inside. Sometimes it flows as a liquid, and sometimes it vaporizes into mist.

  As soon as this thing appeared, He Lingchuan's eyes widened, because he actually recognized it:

  Punishment Dragon Pillar!

  After He Chunhua led the Xiazhou Army and the Xunzhou Rangers in the battle in Xinhuang Town, Beijia's servants of the National Teacher secretly used this kind of punishment dragon pillar to collect the nightmare on the battlefield.

  At that time, the attendant confessed that the Punishment Dragon Pillar was an ancient treasure, and it was made from the copper pillar on the edge of the Dragon Slaughter Field; and the so-called Nightmare Qi was the resentment, fear and anger of the soldiers before they died in battle.

   But later, it was corrected according to the soul-absorbing mirror, the nightmare air is actually the essence of life in the human body, and it just dissipates into the air after death.

   What surprised He Lingchuan even more was the Red General, or what Mi Tian said next:

   "I finally made this thing!"

  Her voice brought out a rare emotion.

  Can Mi Tian make Xing Longzhu?

  He Lingchuan's thoughts turned, why did she make such a thing?

  Panlong City also needs to collect Nightmare Qi?