After the immortal disappeared

Soak in the bath until it's warm, drink a few sips of sweet wine, tear into a slightly burnt roasted whole rabbit, and then put a few pieces of the steamed buns until they are soft and crispy, and put them into the thin steamed buns. The fat and thin braised pork will make your mouth full of oil.

Dong Rui was also very hungry. He could finish a steamed bun with meat in a few mouthfuls, and then went to eat pickled sauerkraut and small melons, which were delicious and crunchy.

He ate so much that he looked up to the sky and sighed: "This is life!"

The hard days of the previous few months were just about survival.

Aunt Zhu doesn't like human food, it's too processed for her. She only likes the original taste.

Keep it simple, keep it simple, and eat it raw.

It said to the two of them: "The seventy-year-old cicada in the afternoon smells wrong."

Dong Rui was chewing on his third steamed bun, and his words were vague: "The mutated variety certainly doesn't taste right."

"The seventy-year-old cicada is the most delicious among insects. In ancient times, we would not miss the gluttonous feast that happened every seventeen years." Aunt Zhu was drinking. It has to slow down, otherwise it can drain a jar in just a few breaths. "How do you put it in human terms? It's the smell of time."

A delicious flavor brewed for seventy years.

He Lingchuan nodded: "Yes."

He also likes to eat cicadas, grilled or baked.

"But the seventy-year-old cicada I met in the evening was so disgusting."

He Lingchuan looked sideways. Spiders are creatures that specialize in sucking pus, and they are disgusting. So what does it smell like?

"We're eating." Dong Rui waved his rabbit leg dissatisfied, "Don't talk about that."

He Lingchuan glanced at him, "Why are you being pretentious? What disgusting things did this guy not tinker with when doing experiments?" He also saw Dong Rui eating without washing his hands after finishing the experiment.

But he still changed the subject: "Why is your ghost ape here?"

The ghost ape was also eating, in addition to meat, there were fruits and pumpkins.

Dong Rui glanced at it: "After you injured it last time, I didn't take it to the Hanhe front line, but kept it in a mountain village to recuperate. I thought I would be back in a month, but I didn't know that I would be away for more than half a year. "After saying this, I couldn't help but feel sad. If it weren't for the disaster star He Lingchuan, how could he have been away for so long?

"It turned out that this guy couldn't stand the loneliness and sneaked away on his own, wanting to go home and wait for me. As a result, he encountered a lot of things in Wange Swamp, and then he was brought back by Daoquan's men..."

Before he finished speaking, He Lingchuan interrupted him: "Wange Swamp?"

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Was it the Wange Swamp where he asked Li Qingge to send someone to carry the Dragon Punishment Pillar?

"Is there another Wange Forest next to it?"

Dong Rui still didn't doubt it existed: "Yes, it's within the territory of Ju State. Do you know?"

"Not long after I arrived in Lingxu, I heard that something strange happened in Wange Swamp, and many people died." That's why he asked Xing Longzhu to go to Wange Swamp, so that the people sent by Tiangong could have phenomena and intelligence. Investigate.

He also found something for the other person to do.

Then, he asked Dong Rui: "Is your home in Wange Swamp?"

Dong Rui's lips trembled, not wanting to answer this question. Being entangled by He Lingchuan was not a good thing.

He Lingchuan bumped him with his elbow: "We are now a grasshopper on a rope."

Dong Rui simply changed the subject: "Aren't you going back to Yuan Kingdom? Why did you come to Rongshan?"

They left Bejia's territory and walked southwest to the Kite Kingdom, but this guy happened to turn a corner and said he wanted to find someone first.

He Lingchuan snatched a few berries from the ghost ape and ate them, ignoring its angry expression: "We can't just go back like that."

"Do you still want to bring a bunch of people together and beat gongs and drums?" Dong Rui was puzzled, "What will happen if we just go back?"

He Lingchuan thought for a while: "Maybe he will die a bad death, right?"

He was so understated that Dong Rui was confused.

This kid was able to cope with so many crises in Lingxu City, so how could he die a good death when he returned to his homeland?

"Then you want to go back?"

"The truth of some things must be found out." He Lingchuan said calmly, "otherwise it will be difficult to sleep and eat well."

When he was being tried in the Heavenly Palace, the gods revealed that the owner of the mark in his mind was Narutian.

This is not only a god, but also a righteous god with boundless power!

When He Lingchuan came to this world, he had not dealt with any other gods except Mitian, so this mark should have been planted during the original period.

But the original person has always been firmly controlled by his father.

In other words, the Nailuotian mark in his sea of ​​consciousness is 90% inseparable from He Chunhua.

What kind of good intentions can God have when he plants a mark in human minds? Ever since he saw Lu Shishi's miserable end after being descended by the God of Hundred Wars, He Lingchuan always felt uneasy in his heart.

When will this mark be enabled?

If he doesn't want to follow Lu Shishi's footsteps, he must eliminate this major hidden danger!

Since both God and He Chunhua might be uneasy and kind to him, he couldn't just go back empty-handed without making any preparations.

"It would be a good idea to borrow people from the Rongshan Sect." Aunt Zhu said, "The Taoist sect sends out its disciples every few years."

Rongshan Sect is a relatively pure Taoist sect.

The so-called purity means that it conforms to He Lingchuan's previous imagination of the "immortal sect". It is based in the misty mountains, and the disciples study hard and practice hard, far away from the fireworks of the world.

In contrast, Taoist sects like Songyang Mansion were too deeply embedded in the world. After all, Li Qingge himself had a title.

Rongshan does not belong to any country. It has its own territory, its own borders, and the respect of surrounding countries. Every time a disciple succeeds in learning, he must go down the mountain to join the world and be refined in the world of mortals.

This is a very traditional style, as was the case with the Immortal Sect, the predecessor of Dao Sect. The difference is that in the past, the disciples of the Immortal Sect would go down the mountain and fly swords, either to slay demons or to build their own caves, which could be said to be a happy life; now, before going down the mountain, they have to consider which force they want to join, whether they have development prospects, and even how much their salary will be. .

When He Chunhua first took up his new position, Chuanyunge, a local Taoist sect in Xiazhou, immediately sent Elder Liang to recommend his disciples to the new general manager of Xiazhou.

To put it bluntly, practitioners need to find a job.

The reputation of the Ronshan Sect is far above that of Chuanyun Pavilion, and many members of the sect are serving as generals in various countries. Among the officials that He Lingchuan had dealt with in Lingxu City and Chiyan Baishaqian, there were disciples of the Rongshan Sect.

If the sect often produces good talents, the sect will naturally be noble.

On the other hand, the Yuan Kingdom was suffering from civil strife and was gradually weakening. The Rongshan Sect did not even bother to be on an equal footing with it.

That's why Aunt Zhu said that He Lingchuan came to the right place. Anyway, the disciples of Rongshan will come down sooner or later to sell themselves, no, they will go down to serve as officials. So, if Headmaster Xue appoints a few of his favorite disciples to follow He Lingchuan, wouldn't everyone be happy if they hit it off immediately?

What's more, He Lingchuan came with Fang Canran's token, so the manpower allocated to him by Rongshan had to be selected from the best and could not be neglected.