After the immortal disappeared

"Okay, okay, very good. Young people should have the spirit to break the rules." Since He Lingchuan avoided the important and took the easy, Wang Xingyi didn't ask any questions.

The three of them changed the topic and talked about the war between Bejia and Mou. Wang Xingyi said: "Your female subordinate is looking for you. You go and do your work first."

When the hurricane comes, He Lingchuan, as the owner of the island, has too many things to take care of, and it is impossible to stay here with them all the time.

He Lingchuan also heard Reni's footsteps outside the monastery. Just as he stood up, Wang Xingyi suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the Emperor's Liquid may be coming, so you can make some preparations."

He Lingchuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Thank you, Imperial Master, for informing me!"

He took a temporary leave of absence from the two of them, ordered his attendants to deliver food to the distinguished guests, and then left calmly.

It turned out that Renee had come to report that there was a sudden landslide on the west end of the island and that people needed to be moved.

As the wind and rain increased, the hurricane began to show its powerful destructive power.

He Lingchuan issued seven or eight instructions on the way from the hot spring house to the dock.

After all the urgent arrangements were completed, the Soul-Taking Mirror asked him:

"Hey, since the National Master has come to personally invite you, why don't you join the Mou Kingdom? In the future, if you move Bailie, they will still be able to protect you."

He Lingchuan sighed: "It's not that simple."

"Why?" He Lingchuan nodded in agreement when someone invited him. Isn't that the end? The mirror doesn't show any complexity. "You are also against Lingxu, and they are also hostile to Bega."

The wind howled around him, and He Lingchuan whispered three words:

"Big square pot."

"Ah?" The Soul-Taking Mirror understood, "Ah yes!"

"In short, you can't join at this stage, but you can build a good relationship." He Lingchuan stopped explaining.

Who doesn’t want to have a backer so that he doesn’t have to fight alone. But the system has its own rules, and idle people have their own benefits. Once he joins Lingshan, many things will be out of his control.

The most important thing is, for an organization like Lingshan, which is so mysterious and mysterious, can it recruit new people without checking their background or interrogating their past?

Then you can't investigate eight generations of his ancestors, even find out the color of his socks?

But his past was so entangled with Dafang Hu that it was impossible to explain it clearly.

He couldn't pass the first level of Lingshan's membership examination!

Even if you get through the entry level by luck, what if you discover the secret of Dafang Hu behind Lingshan and question him or intervene?

He is the superior and he is the subordinate. How can he refuse casually?

As he slowly moves from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, the secret of the Dafang Pot cannot be hidden sooner or later.

He still doesn't know Lingshan's attitude towards Dafang Hu, but does Lingshan really not want what the gods desire so much?

Because of Dafanghu's existence, he was destined not to join an organization like Lu Qinglin, earn credit, and rise higher and higher.

There is a long road ahead, and he has to face all the storms and thunders alone.

Not to mention, the moment Wang Xingyi extended the invitation to him, He Lingchuan was thinking of the fake lightning gun auctioned at the Platinum Island Ghost Market.

Panlongcheng also actively moved closer to Lingshan, but what was the result?

As a result, General Red’s favorite gun actually became the side weapon of the founding emperor of Mou State!

From a time perspective, the fall of Panlong City and the rise of Mou State happened one after the other. Is there any connection between them?

This incident made him not only curious and yearning for Lingshan, but also full of vigilance and doubts.

He couldn't join Lingshan, but he wanted to find out what kind of organization it was.

How should he maintain his relationship with Lingshan in the future?

…

Shortly after He Lingchuan left, Hot Spring Xiaozhu brought dinner to Wang Xingyi and his wife.

Distinguished guests all share meals. The red lacquered food boxes were brought up, and each person had a bowl of white, fresh and thick, raw and rolled crab meat porridge cooked until the rice grains bloomed, a portion of shrimp siomai, a portion of deep-fried seaweed meat rolls, and two pieces of pumpkin and aphid steamed cakes. , a whole golden roasted tender pigeon, and four seasonal side dishes.

It was a luxury to have such a dinner on a hurricane day, especially when the three chefs He Lingchuan poached from the big restaurants in Blade Port were preparing the meals for the distinguished guests.

Wang Xingyi said while eating: "You don't know much about this new friend."

Fang Canran drank some porridge. This porridge is made from raw crab meat and fish fillets, so it has a delicious taste.

"Brother He is very wary of people, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do such a feat." In Lingxu City's calculation of Tiangong, if something goes wrong, this person will be gone. "A person like He Xiao must be very good at keeping secrets."

Wang Xingyi breathed out: "Two months ago, news came that He Jing, the envoy of Tiangong Duyun, died in the line of duty."

Fang Canran was shocked: "He Jing is dead? What happened?"

He Jing is the eldest Duyun envoy in Tiangong and holds a high position of authority. Lingshan has fought with him many times and knows that it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Fang Canran even heard some inside information that he was vying for the position of chief envoy.

How could such a number one person disappear so easily?

"Panlong Desert." Wang Xingyi said slowly, "He Jing was not in Lingxu City during the Tiangong Incident. I heard that on his way back to Tiangong, he was directly transferred to Panlong Desert by the gods."

He asked Fang Canran again: "After the Lingxu chaos, strange things happened in Panlong Desert. Did you know?"

Fang Canran shook his head blankly.

After he destroyed Lingxu City, he immediately fled eastward without daring to stay at all. After returning to the sect and resting for a while, he came to Platinum Island. All the clues collected subsequently are also about Bega.

As for the Yuan Kingdom and Panlong Desert farther west... what does it have to do with him? Why would he pay attention?

"Panlong City was destroyed more than a hundred years ago, and the entire wasteland turned into a desert, with no grass growing. Every autumn and winter there are wild sand seasons, making it impossible for humans to pass." Of course, Lingshan also received this news, "This situation has always been It lasted until seven or eight months ago, when it suddenly rained in the Panlong Desert, and there were lakes and vegetation on the ground."

"There is a treasure hidden in Panlong Ancient City, a large square pot. Panlong City died because of it. Bejia knows this, and Lingshan also knows it."

Fang Canran frowned. Since both parties knew that there was a treasure in Panlong Ancient City, why was the big square pot still there?

But he didn't ask, there must be a reason.

Sure enough, Wang Xingyi continued: "After Bejia slaughtered Panlong City, he still couldn't take away the big square pot. Over the past hundred years, there are always people who want to try every once in a while, but no one has succeeded."

Fang Canran nodded and understood: "He Jing is trying again?"

Wang Xingyi waved his hand: "On the night of the crash in the Tiangong Palace, a treasure may have been lost in the Zhaixing Tower."

When talking about the Heavenly Palace, Fang Canran became even more interested: "What treasure?"

"The treasures that had been enshrined in the shrine of Zhaixing Tower were all snatched away by Juju that night. Later, the fire spirit shook hands with Tiangong and made peace, but the shrine of Zhaixing Tower was not restored, which means that the treasures are no longer enshrined."