The font on the Book of Heaven disappeared and returned to a blank space.

Du Yun respectfully said, "It is our duty to monitor the movement of this artifact."

It means that the gods should not be blamed.

The emperor pointed to the altar: "By that thing?"

"Exactly." Du Yun was solemn, "That's also a divine thing."

"Send Bai Ziqi to find out as soon as possible tomorrow morning." The emperor turned around and walked out, his voice indifferent, "Snatching the pot and killing people is a hundred."

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Sun Fuling was not at home.

He Lingchuan was at the head of the wall, and saw that her yard was also full of flowers and plants, especially dozens of huge hydrangeas that almost filled the corners of the wall, blooming with blue and purple that were not common in flowers.

Once upon a time, there was nothing in this small courtyard, and it was so empty that the thieves wanted to cry when they came.

The shell wind chimes under the eaves jingled, accusing the owner of leaving home for no reason.

But in He Lingchuan's yard, the flowers and plants are still upright, and the fish in the tank are very energetic, and there are many of them. It can be seen that when he leaves, Sun Lingling will come over regularly to take care of it.

He Lingchuan took out two books and went out, he was going to Wenxuan Pavilion to return the books, and by the way, he would find the history of the Yuan Kingdom.

The devil is in the details, and maybe he'll find something more.

Ever since he listened to the conversation between the monarchs and ministers of the Yuan Kingdom, he had a sense of urgency in his heart, and he was thinking about collecting clues as soon as possible.

He Lingchuan wanted to close his eyes and refresh himself when he was riding the car, but the driver was very talkative and talked about "returning to the east".

He Lingchuan knew that in the two days since he left, the news that "the monarch ordered the relocation of the soldiers and civilians of Panlong to return to the country" had spread, and there was a heated discussion on the streets.

Some people say they can go back, some people say it's a conspiracy.

Some people are like arrows, and some people don't want to go back at all.

If this kind of argument is also blessed with alcohol, in the end, it is often the voice and fists that decide who is more reasonable.

Therefore, there are more than a dozen liquor shops in Panlong City, and there are even rare brawls and injuries, which are all the products of group excitement.

He saw that the coachman was also in his early forties, and the sleeve of his left hand was rolled up, revealing a long scar on his arm.

This is a scar. "You're a soldier, aren't you? Do you want to go back? 「

The coachman sighed: "When I was a child, I lived on Huangzhou Island, and I caught fish and shrimp at will, and picked up island eggs from the trees." He pointed to the big tree on the side of the road, "Now don't talk about digging up the island eggs, you can try to cut a branch here?" I'm going to get a few lashes."

"Look at the young people in the city, they don't want to go back." The coachman added, "They have all lived here since they were children, and they thought that the Panlong Wasteland was the best in the world, and they heard that corruption was rampant in their home country, and the people's livelihood was difficult, so they didn't want to go anywhere."

"Then you really want to go back?"

"I don't dare to reply." The driver shook his head, "It's been 30 years since I left my hometown, and I don't know the place well when I go back. I heard that the bandits in my home country are all over the place, and I'm afraid I won't have a good life when I go back. Besides, how can the way back to China be so easy, and how many people will die in the middle?"

"Didn't you say that the Baling Kingdom was going to open the Golden Creek Corridor to us? Should it be easy to walk?"

"Hey, Balingguo!" The coachman pointed to the scar on his hand, "My wound was cut by the Baling people, and my arm was almost gone. How many of our good boys who were soldiers died at the hands of Baling and Xianyou? If it is reliable, the sow will be able to climb the tree."

He sighed, "That's it, no matter if you don't go back in the end, the entire Coiling Dragon Wasteland will have to make trouble for a while."

On the way, passing Yunling Island, the white fat man was still standing at the door and pulling the guests.

He Lingchuan got out of the car temporarily and went to him to replenish the sleeve arrows, medicines and other consumables.

After Bai Zhi received the money, he stopped talking, He Lingchuan put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "What are you still worried about?"

"You really haven't heard?" The white grasshopper sighed, "It's been spread all over the city. Look at the frame outside, as if we're going to leave tomorrow."

He wanted to take the lead, but he didn't.

"Then why don't you go back?" He Lingchuan glanced at him, but the fat man didn't tell the truth, "Don't talk about my shop. you

You can give it to someone else, or you can hand it over to someone else, you slip first. 「

How flexible the businessman's methods are, he has learned from Shi Er and his housekeeper Ding Zuodong. A mere shop, can stop the white fat man from going back?

Bai Dian was speechless, didn't he know the intentions of Panlong City? If this news finally falls through and he withdraws his business, what will he do in the future? Without the support of the Panlong City Army, I don't know how many disasters I will encounter on the way back, who guarantees that I can walk through the Jinxi Corridor of Baling Kingdom?

However, he was not lying when he said that "the city was full of storms". He Lingchuan had a keen ear, and he heard two tables of guests on the second floor of the teahouse opposite talking about returning to the east.

Sure enough, it was the most popular blockbuster event.

He Lingchuan patted Bai Shan on the shoulder: "Put your heart back in your stomach and open a good shop." We're definitely not leaving."

The white gnather was excited: "How do you know that you have inside information?"

He Lingchuan gave him a mysterious smile: "Don't say, don't say."

Speaking of P, he came from the later generations, and of course he knew that the people of Panlong City had never left the Panlong Wasteland until they were destroyed.

Although the direction of the dream may not exactly coincide with history, he has the impression that nothing major has happened that can change the main line.

So, most of the people here can't go.

Thinking of this, his heart moved.

If the Xiluo Kingdom really issued a relocation order, and the soldiers and civilians of Panlong obeyed the order to return east, would they be able to escape the final fate of being slaughtered?

The thought grew like a weed in his mind, and he couldn't stop.

I don't know when he began to worry about the city and its inhabitants, and was full of resistance to the arrival of the end times.

At the last moment of the fall of Thousand Star City, he was a witness.

The tragedy, hopelessness and tragedy cannot be described in words.

He Lingchuan was full of reluctance to repeat Panlong City, after all, this city gave him more and more sense of belonging.

Getting back in the car, He Lingchuan had to go to the Boosting Bureau first.

He has saved up enough military merits again, and this time he has to exchange for a marksmanship.

An inch is long and an inch is strong, and after experiencing the Battle of the Han River, he has a deeper understanding of this statement. In the future, there will definitely be many opportunities to fight immediately, and although the floating knife is good, it cannot escape the category of short soldiers.

He had seen the marksmanship of General Hong, Xiao Maoliang, Hong Chengluo and even Zhao Pan, and he was envious.

The name of the marksmanship given to him by the Boosting Agency is unpretentious, called "Thunder Spearmanship", which means that the gun is like thunder, not only fast, but also thunderous.

He Lingchuan has become more and more experienced in combat, and he deeply understands that "the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable" is a paradox. Don't hummingbirds flap their wings quickly? What's the threat to people, it's hot and probably can fan you.

Fast, steady, accurate, and ruthless, fast and not lacking, this is the true meaning of victory.

He had just memorized the gun trick and was about to return the jade slip to Liu Gongcao, when a guard rushed in from outside and asked, "Which one is He Lingchuan?"

"I am."

"General Red has an order, so you should go to the Gange Hall to be on duty immediately."

Got a task? He Lingchuan threw down the jade slip and followed the herald away.

Gange Hall is one of the places where the high-level leaders of Panlong City discuss major military aircraft matters, Mo said that it is difficult for idlers to approach, and the galemen can only enter with a token.

He Lingchuan followed the herald, passed through the official office to the north, and soon passed by Zhong Shengguang's house.

The Gange Hall was built at the back of his house, which was convenient for the boss of the city to convene a meeting at the first time.

There is no greenery at all in this place, the ground is bluestone, and the walls are also bluestone, empty and cold. Speaking of the conference hall, He Lingchuan felt more like a prison, and as soon as he entered this space, he immediately felt a sense of murder.

There are two halls in the real meeting place, one large and one small. The façade is all boxy, and the gaps are filled.

Even a light green grasshopper stands out on the wall.

And as soon as it jumped, it slid to the ground, and apparently there was an enchantment in the room itself that no creatures were allowed to stop on.

There were originally trees in the yard, and the stumps were still very thick, but they had been cut down.

If there is a tree, it is easy to hide people, or something else, after all, the methods of surveillance in this world are ever-changing.

As soon as He Lingchuan came in, he found the enchantment, it was still several times, and if someone forcibly broke in or sneaked in, the alarm would definitely be triggered.

Just looking at these arrangements, you can know that the topics that can enter the dry room are not simple.

When the herald reached the door of the small hall, he did not come closer: "You wait here." He turned around and walked away.

His mission is over and he cannot enter the hall.

Even the wind blowing into the Gange Hall was a little colder. He Lingchuan had only been standing for a short time when a few Gale Army soldiers came in outside.

Then, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong appeared.

General Hong casually ordered two people, one of whom was He Lingchuan: "You guys are on duty in the hall." Then he said to the others, "You are guarding outside the hall."

The people did as they were told.

He Lingchuan entered the small hall, which was only about fifty square meters, and most of the space was occupied by the large sand table in the center, so it could accommodate up to twenty people.

General Hong stood on the sand table and manipulated it a few times, and the loose sand began to pile up in the shape of a fortress, hills, mountains, lakes and rivers, and valleys, one by one.

It was only about half an hour later, and the sand table was fully formed.

From the angle of He Lingchuan, you can just see the majestic plateau and the stone forest like a dry sail-

There is the Chipa Plateau on the sand table, and there is also Zhu Erniang's old nest ghost needle stone forest.

The Red General wore a mask again.

This time it is an eagle-headed mask, brown, gold, and red, the workmanship is equally fine, and the style is also a bit abstract.

It has to be said that the aesthetic of the Red General has always been online. He Lingchuan was very curious, who made the mask for her?

Zhong Shengguang also stood on the edge of the sand table, looking down on the miniature Panlong City.

He has a vertical line in the center of his eyebrows, which is the result of frequent frowning.

The commander of the Panlong Wasteland, the responsibility and burden of this position are not something that ordinary people can bear.

What's more, He Lingchuan remembered King Yuan's entrustment. The "scourge" that made the powerful Yuan Kingdom die with grief and anger is here at this moment in Zhong Shengguang. Once the secret is leaked, the consequences are unimaginable. This alone is unimaginable for him to bear the psychological pressure.