After the immortal disappeared

The Situ father and son on the Golden Plains had a plan. They wanted to defeat Bixia and then strengthen themselves, and then show their favor to Bejia, hoping to get Bejia's support and gain the power to fight against the Yao Kingdom.

Situ and his son did not say anything, but He Lingchuan understood: they wanted to become the second Yao Kingdom.

Which of the forces on the Golden Plains doesn't want to become like the Yao Kingdom? Powerful, wealthy, long-lived, and powerful.

But after seeing what Bejia did to Silla, He Lingchuan knew how naive Situ and his son's ideas were.

The Situ family cannot become the Yao Kingdom, just like the Xiluo Kingdom cannot become the Baling Mausoleum.

After returning to reality, he had to think about it again.

It was obvious that Sun Fuling had no good impression of the Siro Kingdom, and a look of disdain flashed across her face: "Without Panlong City, Bejia wouldn't even bother paying attention to the Siro Kingdom. Just because of this, Siro will not end well."

Yes, even if the Xilao Kingdom took action against the Maohe Plain, He Lingchuan would not be able to get away with it. He was very sure of this.

"But the battle behind Panlong City will become increasingly difficult, far more difficult than before." He Lingchuan looked sideways at her, "If Bejia also ends up, the outcome will be..."

Sun Fuling suddenly stretched out her hand and touched his lips: "Now that the war has begun, let's not think about losing!"

She said word for word: "We only think about how to win!"

"Yes, yes." He Lingchuan held her hand, "Master taught me well."

"The war is coming, but I am at peace in my heart." Sun Fuling pointed her chin toward the light below, "They are also at peace in their hearts. Because everyone believes in you."

"I believe in Commander Zhong, I believe in General Red, I believe in you, and I also believe in the soldiers of Panlong City. We will win forever!"

Panlong City grew up in blood and fire, and neither soldiers nor civilians were afraid of war.

He Lingchuan held the beauty's catkins tightly and murmured: "Yes, An Ding."

Even if the storm here is about to come, even if the war environment here is more dangerous than reality, even if he no longer has the gold medal to avoid death in the Panlong World... But when he is in Panlong City, he never feels at ease and has no worries.

Why?

He thought about it repeatedly, and the reason was definitely not just Master Sun.

In Panlong City, he had shrewd and decisive superiors like Zhong Shengguang and General Hong, brave and fearless comrades who could risk their lives, and the people who selflessly supported them.

He is not fighting alone.

But in reality, he has to stand at the top of the Wind Sword and Frost Sword and protect the people below him from the wind and rain, just like Zhong Shengguang.

Can he do as well as Zhong Shengguang?

One day, can the soldiers and people under his rule, He Lingchuan, be as stable, tenacious, and fearless as the people of Panlong City?

What exactly should he do to win the widest number of hearts and minds?

"I'm in a daze again!" Sun Fuling slapped him on the head. It's not a good habit to lose focus during a date.

He Lingchuan hugged her and apologized quickly.

After saying a few nice words, Sun Fuling's face turned from gloomy to clear, she looked at him again and smiled:

"You and Commander Zhong are both great heroes, but in my eyes, you are even more extraordinary."

"Oh? I love hearing this!" He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, "Tell me quickly."

"Commander Zhong always frowns and has a serious look on his face. Every time I see him, I always feel -" Sun Fuling also frowned, with a serious look on his face.

He Lingchuan answered for her: "A heavy sense of mission?"

She burst out laughing: "Yes, that's what it feels like!"

"And me?"

"You obviously have a lot of worries and burdens, but you smile playfully all day long, as if any difficulty is not a problem." Sun Fuling pinched the back of his hand, but her tone was very gentle, "Being relaxed and happy by your side, I feel that every day is a success. has hope."

What a rare trait.

She and He Lingchuan looked at each other: "It's not just me, everyone feels this way."

He Lingchuan summed it up in one sentence: "Am I more lovable than Commander Zhong?"

"At least you like me more." Sun Fuling laughed out loud again, "If I were a soldier in the army, I would be more willing to follow you."

"Follow me?" He Lingchuan looked moved and held her in his palm, "Master! Please join the army!"

Sun Fuling gave him a look.

——This is the end of Golden Plains Story 3 "The Crossing of Faith".

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Golden Plains, Jucheng.

Spring is a humid season. It rained for several days and the streets were wet and slippery. As Dou Wenguan walked towards the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce, the soles of his shoes squeaked, making a sound of mud.

Several sections of the road were flooded and he had to take long detours.

At times like this, he especially missed the cleanliness of Sodin Island. The main roads on the island are paved with bluestone bricks, and the drainage is good. No matter how heavy the rain is, there will be no waterlogging.

Our own advantages are all revealed through comparison.

In the yard, even the petals are dripping.

Dou Wenguan went to the second floor to see the leader. He Lingchuan had already moved a chair and sat under the corridor, admiring the water dripping from the eaves like a bead curtain, which was very interesting.

"Island Master, are you looking for me?"

Now, like everyone else, he calls He Lingchuan the owner of the island.

"Yes." He Lingchuan handed him a plate with several candied fruits on it, "Here comes one."

Dou Wenguan took one and ate it, nodding: "Thank you."

"How does it compare to the taste in your hometown?"

Dou Wenguan chewed a few times and spit out the core: "To be honest, the dates in our Shahe River Basin are more fragrant and sweet. Where did you get this plate?"

"Golden Plains, produced in the territory of the Situ family." He Lingchuan asked him, "Have you grown up eating dates in the Shahe River Basin?"

"Yes." Dou Wenguan thought he wanted to introduce the species, "My brother said that the soil in the Yangshan Islands is not suitable for growing date palms, and I'm afraid the yield and quality will be limited."

Dou Wuxing seriously considered this possibility and then rejected it.

He Lingchuan hummed.

Xin Yi, Lingshan’s contact person stationed in Panlong City, said that he was from the Shahe River Basin, but he had never tasted dates?

The Dou brothers are from the Shahe Basin. When they went to He Lingchuan more than a year ago, one of the gifts they brought to him was a large bag of dates from the Shahe Basin, saying that it was a local specialty.

So Xin lied?

He and He Lingchuan had never met before, so what was the point of telling such a lie?

Or maybe Xin Yi left the Shahe River Basin and entered Lingshan since he was a child, so he has no impression of the small specialties of his hometown?

This seems to make sense.

Dou Wenguan picked up another date. It had been more than a year since he left the Shahe Basin, and he hadn't eaten snacks from his hometown for a long time, and he still missed them for a while.

"My brother said that date palms were not originally produced in the Shahe River Basin." He chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely, "They were also introduced from outside."

"Introduction?" He Lingchuan's eyes narrowed, "How long ago was that?"

"About three hundred years ago."

He Lingchuan immediately asked: "Is there any precise record?"