Chapter 828: The City of Wind and Sand
He Chunhua pursed his lips before saying, "It's your mother." β
She suffered a blood collapse after giving birth, and before she died, she named her child, hoping that he would be brave and fearless throughout his life.
"Why did you change my name to He Lingchuan later?"
He Chunhua said in a low voice: "The Great Shaman of Zhaomandu said that this name is more suitable for you and is beneficial to you. β
He Lingchuan was noncommittal: "Isn't my father going to the Panlong Ruins?" Let's go. β
He Chunhua waited for this sentence.
But when he stood up and looked in the direction of the Coiling Dragon Ruins, he suddenly let out a long breath.
Is this day finally coming?
He suddenly felt a little reluctant in his heart.
He Lingchuan saw that he seemed to have a different emotion: "What's wrong with Dad?" β
"It's fine!" He Chunhua pulled away his smile, "Let's go." β
As soon as he gave the order, the army of Heishui City replenished the water and marched towards the Chipa Plateau.
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The closer you get to the Chipa Plateau, the more you feel its majestic and desolate.
The moat in front of the south gate of Panlong City was originally just a deep ravine, but now it has shallow flowing water.
Zhang Lianhai and the others stood on the wide land bridge, and they could hear the sound of murmuring water below.
This kind of sound has disappeared in the Panlong Desert for more than 100 years.
Coming here, the mount stopped, and no matter how much people pushed it, it just refused to go forward.
Ling Jinbao, the elder of Jianyangmen, rode a green barge beast, and after a little communication with the barge beast, he said to everyone:
"They all feel that there is a great danger ahead, and they dare not move forward."
Even the fowl demons in the sky came down to report that there was turbulence over the Panlong ruins, and it was difficult for birds to get close.
They just can't go.
Seeing this, the people had to dismount and cross the bridge on foot.
As for the mounts, find someone to take them to the bottom of the nearby sand dunes to settle in.
This small turmoil made everyone more vigilant, but it did not dispel the idea of entering.
They came for the strange state of Panlong City. If the wives here are peaceful, what is the need for them to explore?
Everyone walked through the huge doorway and slowly walked into Panlong City.
Even the envoys of the Heavenly Palace, who were accustomed to seeing all kinds of miracles, subconsciously held their breath when they passed through the city gate tower.
This strong, thick, almost tooth-armed fortress is littered with the scars of war, in addition to the nicks of the weathered years.
Whoever passes by here will be shrouded in the stagnation and tragedy of history.
Zhang Lianhai couldn't help but whisper: "This is Panlong City." β
This sound also echoed between the two urn cities.
It wasn't until they walked into the South Gate Square that the whistling wind woke everyone up from the atmosphere.
The ruined city in front of you was miraculously not covered by the wind and sand, and although there are traces of arson everywhere, some buildings still stubbornly survive.
A little clear water has accumulated in the ponds and rivers of the South Gate Square, although there are no fish swimming yet. The cracks in the ground, the crevices in the bricks, and the shadows of the buildings are already a little green.
There are even red and white grass flowers, which bloom sporadically along the river.
The city is deep in spring grass and trees.
Zhang Lianhai settled down, feeling that this forgotten city in the world seemed to be about to wake up from its slumber.
It's not a compliment, it's a weirdness.
The ruins of the coiling dragon are supposed to be desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless. For at least a hundred years, it has been under the watchful eye of the gods.
Since the convulsive change in Lingxu City, the ruins of the Coiling Dragon have indeed undergone corresponding changes.
All sorts of people and horses scattered when they came here, and each tried to do it.
Ling Jinbao of Jianyangmen was also observing the terrain, and his subordinates asked him, "Uncle Shi, what should I do now?" β
Although it is said that it is to "investigate", but Panlong City is so big, where to start?
"A group of people went to the temple, a group of people went to Zhong Shengguang's former residence and tomb, and a group of people went to the residence of General Hong. There are also a few people going to the south gate. "Mitian, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong are all related to the Dafang Pot, if there is a change in Panlong City, we must pay attention to these places first.
As for the south city gate, it is good to climb high and look far away.
The subordinate reminded: "Uncle Shi, it's not good for us to be too scattered, right?" β
This hellish place is very evil, not to mention that there are people and horses from other roads who also come to hunt for treasures.
Ling Jinbao thought for a while: "Then divide into two groups of people and go to the temple and Zhong Shengguang's official residence." β
While talking, a human voice suddenly came from the alley in front of him:
ββ¦β¦ The temple is also unusual. But Da Sima confessed that the entrance was opened in the temple last time......"
"There's water in there, and we've tried ......"
A group of people came out of the corner, about twenty or so.
Caught off guard, the two sides looked at each other, both of them were stunned, and subconsciously took out their weapons.
"Who are you?"
The people of Jianyangmen stared at them: "Who are you?" β
The leader of the other party snorted. Everyone came for the same purpose, but no one wanted to report themselves.
The two teams confronted each other tensely, and Ling Jinbao first returned the sword to the sheath and spread his hands: "We don't want to cause trouble." β
The atmosphere eased up, and the other party looked at them a few times and turned to leave.
Ling Jinbao spoke out at the right time: "Excuse me, when did you enter the city?" β
"What is this?" The other party is still very vigilant.
"I've been here once, and I'm looking for you to check the clues."
The people on the other side glanced at each other before saying, "I came in this morning." β
In other words, they only arrived at the Chipa Plateau this morning and entered Panlong City.
Ling Jinbao nodded: "The last time we came at night, we encountered an illusion. β
Is it really an illusion? Actually, he doesn't think so.
The other party looked at them a few more times and walked away.
"Uncle Shi, this group of people is very good." It does not belong to any of the forces that set out from Blackwater.
"There are more people who venture here to hunt for treasures. We have come, and others have come. Ling Jinbao said, "They have been here for a long time, but it seems that they have gained nothing. β
"The 'Great Sima' they are talking about, is it Dong Haoming?"
Other countries also have Great Sima, but mentioning this name on the land of the Kite Country is difficult not to be reminiscent of the rebellion in the northwest. Of course, Jian Yangmen also knows that Dong Haoming is a person.
Another disciple was surprised: "Could it be the ...... who killed Senior Brother Wu Di?"
Ling Jinbao "shh Let's go to the temple and have a look. β
"Didn't they say the temple was empty?"
"They've searched it? The ruins of this dragon used to have many visitors, and every house was searched. Why are we here again? β
Soon after, they stood in front of the magnificent ruins of the temple.
Everyone knows that the only god worshiped in Panlong City is Mitian.
However, after the city was broken that year, this temple was also under the focus of the Baling and Xianyou coalition forces, and was demolished to pieces, and most of them were set on fire, and even the statues were beheaded and knocked down.
"They said, 'There is water.'" Ling Jinbao walked around the inside and outside of the temple and found that the only place where there was water was the offering pool in front of the temple.
The pool is not small, and the edges have traces of being broken and repaired. Probably because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the pond water accumulated more than a foot deep, and it was clear and rippling, and you could see the end at a glance.
His disciple also came over: "Da Sima's subordinates just said that the entrance is in the temple, and they also said that there is water, don't you mean this pool?" β
Ling Jinbao took out a copper coin and threw it into the pool.
The copper coin is actually called and quickly sinks to the bottom. Everyone looked at it clearly through the water.
Ling Jinbao took a long stick and stabbed it at the bottom of the pool, solid.
"The last time the entrance was opened at the temple?" He muttered, "When was the last time, how would Da Sima know?" β
Anyone has ever managed to find the entrance?
And then, what happened?
A disciple climbed to the top of the tower and looked into the distance, when he suddenly said, "The people of the Heavenly Palace have made a move!" β
He climbed high and looked into the distance, just in time to see the movement in the square of the south gate.
It turned out that the Heavenly Palace Lantern Keeper had lit the pale platinum candle in the square.
The disciple muttered, "Except for lighting the lamp, what else can he do?" β
"This lamp spirit clone is equivalent to their natal magic weapon, and most of the Heavenly Palace's lantern guarding abilities are used to exert it."
Everyone was stunned: "Lamp Spirit...... Doppelganger? β
"There is an ever-bright lamp in the Heavenly Palace, which will not be extinguished for hundreds of years, and it is a very powerful magic weapon. The lantern keeper brought out was nothing more than a clone. β
As soon as the words fell, everyone saw Zhang Lianhai muttering words, and then raised the candle upward-
The lights were blazing, turning into hundreds of golden rays of light, running in all directions.
Every golden light seems to have wisdom, and it goes into the streets and alleys, builds the city walls to inspect, and even the stone bridge by the river and the bluestone slabs on the road do not let go.
Seeing this, Ling Jinbao immediately changed his words: "...... Even if it's a clone, it has all kinds of wonderful uses. β
Save yourself the need for manual search like theirs.
In terms of efficiency, I'm afraid it's a bit higher. And these glowing things are also very sensitive to supernatural powers, and may be able to perceive things that are difficult for the human eye to see.
In the blink of an eye, a golden light flickered, ignoring the people of Jianyangmen, but not letting go of any corner or gap in the temple.
It also hovered twice above the pool and plunged headlong into it.
It's just a light, no substance. The water in the pond rippled in two layers, and a small string of bubbles bubbled up.
Something unusual? Ling Jinbao immediately stared intently.
However, the golden light came up after two turns under the water, and found nothing. The water in the pond quickly returned to calm, and perhaps Fang was wrinkled by the wind.
Seeing it go away, the disciple obediently thought, "Uncle Shi, where are we going to search now?" β
Ling Jinbao's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked back at the South Gate Square: "Divide two people to keep an eye on the people of the Heavenly Palace, it's best to let them show us the way." Others, follow me to the city gate. β
While everyone followed, they were puzzled: "Why did you go up to the city gate?" β
"The red light in the night rises from the ruins of the coiling dragon, so where the light comes from, the treasure is, understand?" Speaking of this, Ling Jinbao suddenly remembered something, and his footsteps paused slightly, "Hey, wait!" β
He looked up at the sky: "How long will it be dark?" β
"It's already late when you arrive at the oasis outside the city, stay for half an hour and then rush overβ" The disciple pinched his fingers, "It's almost sunset, right?" β
"Sunset, sunset." Ling Jinbao said to himself, "Yes, the last time we came was at night!" β
He turned his steps and hurried out of the city gates:
"Go, go! Get out first! β