After the immortal disappeared

He knew the Sand River Basin.

Sun Fuling said curiously: "Yes, it seems that you used to take classes well."

There are many types of open classes in Panlongcheng, some of which teach about the geography and scenery of the outside world, attracting a large number of listeners.

"Dean Xu said that it is a family of immortals, and very few children come into the world."

"Fairy family?"

"Just like Mr. Deer."

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh, "I understand."

The Bailielu family are descendants of immortals and have a closer relationship with Lingshan than ordinary Taoist sects. Lu Xun left and Xin Yi came. It was obvious that Hanyuan Mansion, like the Lu family, was regarded by Lingshan as one of its own.

Lingshan would feel more at ease by sending his own people as envoys to Panlong City.

"It seems that Hanyuan Mansion is doing well."

A passing child greeted Sun Fuling, and she smiled back, then asked He Lingchuan: "Where did you see it?"

"The children do not need to join the world, which means that the family has a strong financial background and does not need to work hard to make a living."

In fact, from this point of view, the Lu family in later generations still held territory, and Lu Zhensheng and others were also from aristocratic families - although the head of the family felt a little aggrieved.

But in troubled times, how many small forces can survive without feeling aggrieved?

"According to other practitioners from the east, Hanyuan Mansion is a famous and prosperous family in the Shahe River Basin."

A famous family may not necessarily be rich, but may only inherit the reputation left by their ancestors; but a prosperous family? That means being rich and powerful in this world.

"What is Xin Yi's status in Hanyuan Mansion?"

Lu Xun is the head of the Lu family. Last time he personally came to Panlong Wasteland to act as Lingshan's contact person.

Who will Hanyuan Mansion send to deal with the errands assigned by Lingshan?

Sun Fuling shrugged. It was up to her to do this, and her cuteness level increased by three: "That's not clear. Is Mr. Xin the topic you and I are talking about today?"

He Lingchuan quickly confessed.

He is very busy now, and it takes him four or five days to see Master Sun. But it would be a bit unkind to talk about work as soon as we meet.

The two walked out of Shujin Academy and went hand in hand to find a good meal.

Sun Fuling looked around, sniffed, and suddenly pointed to a small shabby shop on the corner and said to He Lingchuan: "Eat that!"

The relationship between them has become so familiar that they no longer want to go to a fancy restaurant.

Seeing her eyes shining brightly, how could He Lingchuan have the heart to refuse?

This store has a small storefront, and the signboard is written by the store owner himself, "Laofang Kiln Chicken" in a crooked font.

But the smell coming from the kitchen is so fragrant!

This extremely strong oil fragrance is the best signature.

There are only four small square tables in the store, and it only sells three kinds of food:

Kiln-roasted chicken, pickled buckwheat heads and wine.

Kiln-roasted chicken is different from beggar chicken. It has a rich and mellow taste and needs to be baked in a special kiln. What the two of them smelled just now was the aroma of roast chicken fresh from the oven.

The two of them raised their hands and ordered five of them, feasting on them in large chunks.

This is also thanks to the complete supply of goods and abundant materials in the north and south of Panlong City. Three or four years ago, it would not have been easy to eat chicken like this.

The whole chicken must be torn apart by hand to make it fragrant. Peel off the charred and oily chicken skin, and the rich aroma and hot steam will come out.

It smells so good.

He Lingchuan also carefully peeled two heads of garlic, one piece of chicken and one piece of garlic.

Oily and spicy, a perfect match.

As the saying goes, if you eat meat without garlic, the taste will be reduced by half.

Sun Fuling Chun Chong's fingers were covered with oily flowers, but she raised her glass and took a sip of wine: "I've wanted to come here to eat chicken for a long time, but no one is willing to come with me."

She ate no slower than He Lingchuan, and she wasn't even too polite. There was even a sesame seed stuck to the corner of her lips.

He Lingchuan stretched out his finger to wet it for her and smiled: "You don't want image, other wives want it."

Who among those who are proud of their status would dare to sit on the street and tear up chickens with bare hands?

However, Master Sun was not afraid of burning the chicken when he shredded it with his bare hands. He didn't find it strange at all. Just two months ago, he secretly watched Master Sun take out a piece of red-hot charcoal from the stove.

It was also done with bare hands, and his expression was very natural.

Sun Fuling ate a pickled buckwheat head to relieve her tiredness, and also looked out the window at the long street: "Life is short and disasters are long, so you should have fun."

"If you have fun, are we still neighbors across the wall?" He Lingchuan couldn't help but complain.

Menpan and Wicker have already bought a house together in a small town nearby.

Sun Fuling glared at him: "There is talk everywhere in the city, is there another big battle coming?"

"It's inevitable." He Lingchuan took a sip of wine, "As Master said, disasters last forever."

Although Panlong City's northwest front has never been peaceful, the entire front has been in a state of retraction recently, and the sound of weapons has been muted.

This truce lasted for quite some time.

But people who are familiar with Zhong Shengguang and General Red's strategy, such as He Lingchuan, know that this is just the ebb before the tsunami arrives.

If the next attack doesn't come, it will be a disaster. When it comes, it will be overwhelming.

Ordinary soldiers and civilians didn't know the intentions of Panlong City's senior officials, but they had been exposed to the flames of war for many years. When they saw the troops inside and outside the city and the expansion of military preparations, they knew that the war was not far away.

The current peace and prosperity and happiness are as vain as a dream.

Sun Fuling wiped her hands, took out a small box from her arms, pushed it to He Lingchuan and opened it:

"This is for you."

Inside lies a red rope with four small golden beans neatly woven into it. Each golden bean is engraved with a word, which together means:

Peace and joy.

"I learned how to weave it from other masters." She pointed to the red string and then to the golden beans. "I also carved it."

She said seriously: "I hope you can return safely after this battle."

The war is ruthless, and how many people in the boudoir dream have turned into withered bones in the trenches?

He Lingchuan looked at his ten oily paws: "I'm very touched, but I don't dare to move. Could you please?"

His sweetheart is really different, and he chose this time to give him a gift.

Sun Fuling smiled and tied the red safety cord around his left wrist for him.

He Lingchuan waved his wrist deliberately, but Jin Douzi couldn't make a sound.

Sun Fuling laughed: "What are you shaking? I won't tie a bell for you!"

He often leads troops in ambushes, so how can he wear jingling jewelry?

He Lingchuan grabbed the cup and toasted to her.

However, before finishing the sip of wine, two more people entered the store. One of them said to the other: "Sir, the kiln-roasted chicken in this store is the most unique."

He Lingchuan took a look, what a coincidence, it was Xin Yi who he had just met!

We agreed to go back to Seymour Ridge in the afternoon, but then we met again.

Xin Yi was startled when he saw the two people sitting there, and waved to the other person, who immediately left.

He came over and said hello: "General He and Master Sun, seeing that you two are eating here, you know the taste is the same."

He was Zhong Shengguang's guest, and He Lingchuan was also very polite: "Sit down and eat together?"

It was just a polite word, but Xin Yi took it seriously. He moved a chair and sat down: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful."