However, the people who searched for him also said that they would do it before Fu Shanyue returned to the post house.

The identity of the prince of Chiyan still makes the boss have some scruples. After all, the relationship between the Chiyan Kingdom and Lingxu City has been a little tense recently, and the identity of the real culprit who slaughtered the demon people of various countries pointed to the upper echelons of Lingxu City, so the Demon Emperor probably didn't want to add fuel to the fire.

But how long can this scruple last, or how long can their patience last? It's hard to say.

He Lingchuan knew that he had to dispel Bai Ziqi's suspicions as soon as possible, even if it was temporary. But at least he'll get a good night's sleep tonight.

Soul Town, Chipa Plateau.

He Lingchuan turned his head and sneezed.

Who is talking about him behind his back, or is there too much pepper powder in the roast mutton?

"I'll do it." Shao Jian took the pepper shaker from his hand, took a knife and slashed it on the leg of mutton twice, "If you want to talk about the ability to roast mutton, I admit the second, then no one dares to admit the first."

In the past ten years of exile, he has spent the most time in the wild.

He Lingchuan retracted his hand and sat back on the log, and saw that he was wearing a red round seal ring on his ring finger. The face of the ring is not inlaid with precious stones or jade, as in other merchants, but engraved with patterns and words. "There's something strange about your ring."

"This?" Shao Jian glanced at it, "I once went to the west to do business, and I saw that the nobles there all wore this kind of seal ring, and when they wanted to stamp it, they only needed to clench their fists and press it, which was very convenient, so I made a seal ring in the same way."

He stretched out his finger to show He Lingchuan, who said, "This pattern is a conch?"

"Yes, the first chamber of commerce I founded was called the Red Snail Chamber of Commerce. Shao Jian smiled, "Do some transportation at the seaside port."

He looked at He Lingchuan and said, "Now that the Xiqi Plain has also been taken by Panlong City, you have a chance to go south. The life of the people by the sea is completely different from that of our hinterland."

He Lingchuan deliberately pointed to the dry goods he bought: "When the time comes, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea will be stewed together."

"Exactly." Shao Jian laughed. He made a special trip to the Chipa Plateau to find a specific farmer to buy dried red mushrooms, saying that they sold much better than the goods in the city shops. How do you say that: authentic.

My daughter likes red mushroom soup the most, and he is asked to bring more back. Just because of this sentence, Shao Jian, a favorite female madman, had to travel an extra fifty miles, and He Lingchuan had to accompany him as his guard.

The road was long, and it was getting dark quickly, so the two simply stayed in the farmer's barn, and bought a black goat with the host's family for dinner, and the mutton was used for barbecue, and the mutton bone was made into soup to drink.

The little girl is right, and the red mushrooms and mutton soup go well together. This kind of dried mushroom is soaked and then stewed meat, the soup is clear and smooth, red, looking extraordinarily warm, although the surface floats a little oil, in fact, it is refreshing and not greasy, with the unique aroma of the mountain.

He Lingchuan gave Shao Jian a bowl of soup: "How old is your daughter?"

"Seven years old." Shao Jian talked about his daughter, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, "The skin is very good, not a little bit of the girl's dignity, and now she can climb trees and jump horses."

As soon as he said this, he couldn't stop talking.

It turned out that he passed through a small city for ten years, fell in love with a woman, and soon became a husband and wife, and had a daughter two years later.

Shao Jian was hated by the country and family, and was in exile for half his life, sighing day and night; However, after having a daughter, his world was colored again.

He even showed He Lingchuan the talisman around his waist.

The red rope is a little rough and a little clumsy, but it is made by the beloved daughter's own hands. He traveled north and south, and did not wear it for a day.

He Lingchuan smiled, "What's her name?"

"Shao Yingying's nickname is Swallow. Hey, let me tell you, there is no greater joy in the world than this." Shao Jian turned over the mutton in his hand again, "So I really admire Brother Zhong, who can do what others can't."

In exchange for himself, he was categorically reluctant to sacrifice his own daughter, and would rather use himself instead. Speaking of this, he sighed.

He Lingchuan smiled, what kind of father in the world doesn't have it?

However, he still followed Shao Jian's words and said, "Mr. Shao is also amazing, from now on, he will have to fight against the gods alone."

Shao Jian laughed: "Last year, I took my family Yingying to visit Lin He City

At the West Street temple fair, Yingying likes to eat rice cakes there, and I buy them for her every time I get home. There was a fortune teller who told me to look at my face, and also wrote a fourteen-character proverb stuffed in the gourd, singing and drinking lightly, not to the wind and rain to be peaceful, hehe, saying that I am wandering in this life, and it is difficult to have a good end. When Ying Ying understood, she cried for several nights."

He shook his head, "It's my fate, I recognize. But I hope that Ying Ying will have a safe and smooth life, and that she will not follow in my footsteps."

He Lingchuan said softly, "Then you have to stay away from her." Shao Jian glanced at him and said bitterly, "Yes, that's it."

He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and then changed the subject: "I see that Brother Zhong and General Hong are interested in cultivating you. Good job, the lad has a great future."

In the past few days, he and He Lingchuan have gradually become familiar with each other. "Me?" He Lingchuan smiled, "I'm just a little bit."

"If you can enter the Gange Hall and listen to us talk about the Torture Dragon Pillar, then you are not an ordinary pawn." Shao Jian cut off a piece of mutton and gave it to him, "I think you are kind and measured, and this is an excellent character."

"Is it good to be kind?" It is only in the soul land that some people praise him like this, and in reality, whether it is a friend or foe, they all say that he has a black belly.

He Lingchuan tasted the roast mutton, the outer layer of burnt skin was crispy and crispy, and when he took a bite, the inside was tender and juicy.

Shao Jian's craftsmanship really threw him ten streets.

"Of course. Be kind to others, make more friends and less enmity, and the road will be wider and wider in the future." Shao Jian set up the mutton and took a sip of hot soup with a bowl, "Those who have achieved great things don't need to be very ambitious. As long as you can achieve your goal, why not be softer?"

"In the past, Brother Zhong and I traveled to Lingxu City together, and saw him arguing with the doctor in the Taixue Palace, leaving people speechless. However, after so many years of ups and downs, looking back, Brother Zhong's stubborn and outspoken words are destined to suffer losses in the court, otherwise how could he be sent to the Panlong Wasteland in the future?"

"Don't learn from him." He and He Lingchuan both killed half a bowl of mutton soup, "As long as you are ambitious and indomitable, what does it matter if you are humble and respectful, and seek perfection if you are wronged? It's just a means, and the end result is what matters, isn't it?"

After Shao Jian had a daughter, his heart was much softer, and when he saw a junior like He Lingchuan, he had a heart of love for talent, and he couldn't help but teach him earnestly.

He Lingchuan followed Shao Jian and learned more about Beijia. This knowledge comes from first-hand witnesses and is difficult to obtain from books. But this person never mentioned Yuanguo, and He Lingchuan led there several times intentionally or unintentionally, but he diverted him. The name is like his spell and taboo, and no one is allowed to touch it.

He Lingchuan can only choose some relatively safe topics, such as:

"Mr. Wu, what kind of temper is the Demon Emperor? Is he really going to obey the gods?" "The current Demon Emperor is very talented, and in the two hundred years of his reign, Bega has not fallen."

He Lingchuan stirred the fire: "If you keep Bega from falling, you can be a hero?"

It is now the seventeenth year of the Panlong calendar, and the second demon emperor of Bega is still reigning; By the time He Lingchuan lived, this person was already called the "First Emperor" by the Bejia people.

"Such a vast territory, such a complex national situation, and the accumulated disadvantages and obsolescence that have accumulated over the centuries. Shao Jian cut another piece of mutton and chewed it slowly, "It is difficult to govern the country, it is difficult to go to the sky, and it is already difficult to maintain it so big that it will not fall. You see, these countries on the side are not more than a hundred years long, and as short as seven or eight years, there will be dynastic changes and annexation."

But his original intention was not to praise his murderer, so the tone changed:

"But these so-called demon emperors, demon kings, and so-called national teachers, they are all murderers and traitors in the world!"

He Lingchuan's eyes moved: "Traitor?"

"The ancestors of the Demon Emperor were all powerful demon immortals, who were determined and fearless to resist the invasion of the gods, and even if they were martyred, they were unstoppable. Shao Jian said coldly, "Who knew that their descendants would defect to the enemy after more than two thousand years, and willingly surrender themselves to be the pawns of the gods and kill the people of Li for them!" 「

"Isn't this a traitor? I have lost all the face of my ancestors!" The last sentence couldn't help but turn into a fierce speech.

He Lingchuan was speechless for a while. Two thousand

How long the years are, the sea has changed into mulberry fields, not to mention personnel changes?

What's more, more than 600 years ago, the founding demon emperor of Bejia was also faced with the situation that the demon clan was weak and was squeezed by humans to no longer have room for survival, so he had to ask for foreign aid.

At that time, the main contradiction was already between humans and demons; At that time, how could the demon emperor be like the ancestors of the ancients, and fight side by side with the immortals?

He Lingchuan asked again: "Mi Tian Niang said that the gods have been sucking the demonic energy of this world. I listened to the lecture in the Immortal Hall, and I also heard that the relationship between the human world and the divine realm is one and the other, and they sucked up too much nightmare, which caused our world's spiritual energy to dry up. Do the Demon Emperors and Demon Kings of Bega know about this?"

Shao Jian Daqi: "Ask Xiantang to teach this?" He also went to the fairy hall to listen to the lectures, and knew that they were all open classes. This kind of secret, Panlong City has taken it out and told it to the people of the city?

"Taught, taught." He Lingchuan lied without blinking his eyelids, and sent a sincere smile.

"Of course the higher-ups of Bega know." The firelight danced in Shao Jian's eyes, "The resources of the divine realm have been depleted, and the gods must extract the energy of survival from the human world. Once the essence source that exists in the body of all living beings overflows, it becomes a nightmare! Demons and humans contain sufficient qi, especially the large number of humans, which is the best source of qi."

"However, in the process of natural aging, the demonic energy will continue to subside and return to the world. So-

It turned out that Tian Shengzi's inference was indeed correct. He Lingchuan said in a low voice, "So there must be war?"

"Only war can quickly reap the lives of young adults, just like cutting the freshest leeks."