The Situ father and son on the Shining Gold Plain had a plan to strengthen themselves after the defeat of Visha, and then show favor to Bega, hoping to get Bega's support and gain the strength to fight against the kingdom.

Situ and his son didn't say it, but He Lingchuan understood: they wanted to become the second country.

The forces on the Shining Gold Plain, which one doesn't want to become an existence like the Ya Kingdom? Powerful, rich, long-lived, mighty and golden.

But after seeing what Bei Jia did to Xiluo, He Lingchuan knew how naïve Situ's father and son's thoughts were.

The Situ family can't become a country, just like the Xiluo country can't become a tomb.

When he went back to reality, he had to think about it again.

Obviously, Sun Lingling didn't have a good impression of the Xiluo Kingdom, and his disdain flashed: "If there is no Panlong City, Bega will not bother to pay attention to the Xiluo Kingdom. Just rush this point, and Ciro won't end well."

Yes, even if the Xiluo Kingdom made a move on the Maohe Plain, he would not be able to please him under He Lingchuan, and he was very sure of this.

"But the battle behind Panlong City will become more and more difficult to fight, far more than before." He Lingchuan looked at her sideways, "If Bega also goes down, the winner ...... defeat."

Sun Fuling suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed it against his lips: "Since the war has started, I don't think about the aftermath of losing!"

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

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

"The Great War is coming, but my heart is at peace." Sun Fuling's chin turned a little downward, "They are also very stable in their hearts. Because everybody believes in you."

"I believe in Commander Zhong, I believe in General Hong, I believe in you, and I believe in the soldiers of Panlong City, and they will win forever!"

Panlong City grew up in blood and fire, and both soldiers and civilians were not afraid of war.

He Lingchuan clenched the beauty and muttered, "Yes, stability."

Even if the mountains and rains here are coming, even if the war environment here is more sinister than reality, even if he no longer has a death-free gold medal in the Panlong World...... But when he was in Panlong City, he never felt at peace and was not afraid.

Why?

He thought about it repeatedly, and the reason was not only his grandson.

In Panlong City, he has shrewd and decisive superiors like Zhong Shengguang and General Hong, brave and fearless comrades-in-arms who can deliver their lives, and people who selflessly support them.

He wasn't fighting alone.

But in reality, he has to stand at the highest point of the wind sword and frost sword, sheltering the people below from the wind and rain, just like Zhong Shengguang.

Can he do as well as Zhong Shengguang?

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

What the hell should he do to win the hearts and minds of the widest possible audience?

"I'm in a daze again!" Sun Fuling knocked a chestnut on his head, and it is not a good habit to wander away on a date.

He Lingchuan hugged her and quickly apologized.

After saying a few good words, Sun Fuling's face turned cloudy and clear, and she looked at him again and smiled:

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

"Oh? I love to hear that!" He Lingchuan grabbed her hand, "Tell me about it."

"Commander Zhong always frowns and has a serious face. Every time I see him, I always feel—" Sun Lingling also frowned, with a serious face.

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

She chuckled, "yes, that's how it feels!"

"What about me?"

"You obviously have a lot of worries and a lot of burdens, but you have a hippie smile all the time, as if no difficulties are a problem." Sun Fuling twisted the back of his hand, but her tone was very gentle, "It's easy and happy to be by your side, and I feel that there is hope every day."

What a rare trait.

She and He Lingchuan looked at each other: "It's not just me, everyone thinks so."

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

"At least it's more pleasing to me." grandchild

Poria laughed again, "If I were a soldier in the army, I would be more willing to follow you."

"Follow me?" He Lingchuan was moved, and held her softly in the palm of his hand, "Master! Throw your pen from Rong!"

Sun Poria gave him a roll of his eyes.

- This is the end of the story of the Shining Gold Plains 3 "The Intersection of Faith".

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Shining Gold Plain, Ju City.

Spring is a damp season, with days of rain and wet and slippery streets. Dou Wenguan walked to the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce, the soles of his shoes chattered, and he stepped on the mud.

Several sections of the road were waterlogged, and he had to take a long detour.

At times like these, he misses the cleanliness of Sodin Island. The main roads on the island are paved with bluestone bricks, and the drainage is well done, so that no matter how heavy the rain is, there will be no waterlogging.

The advantages of their own house are all compared.

In the yard, even the petals are dripping.

Dou Wenguan went up to the second floor to meet the leader. He Lingchuan had already moved a chair to sit under the corridor, admiring the dripping water on the eaves like a bead curtain, which was very interesting.

"Lord, you're looking for me?"

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

"Yes." He Lingchuan handed him a plate with a few candied fruits on it, "Here's one."

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

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

Dou Wenguan chewed a few times and spit out the core: "To tell the truth, the dates in our Shahe River basin are sweeter. Where did you get this plate?"

"The Shining Gold Plain, produced in the territory of the Situ family." He Lingchuan asked him, "You have always grown up eating dates in the Shahe River Valley?"

"yes." Dou Wenguan thought he wanted to introduce the seeds, "My brother said that the soil in the Yangshan Islands is not suitable for growing dates, and I am afraid that the yield and quality will be limited."

Dou Wuxing really considered this feasibility, and then rejected it.

He Lingchuan snorted.

Xin Yi, Lingshan's contact person in Panlong City, said that he was born in the Shahe River Valley, but he had never tasted dates?

The Dou brothers, who are from the Shahe River Valley, brought him a large bag of dates from the Shahe River Valley as a gift when they defected to He Lingchuan more than a year ago, saying that they were local specialties.

So the one surnamed Xin lied?

He and He Lingchuan have never known each other in their lives, what's the point of telling such a lie?

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

That seems to make sense.

Dou Wenguan picked up another date. After leaving the Shahe River Valley for more than a year, he has not eaten snacks from his hometown for a long time, and he still misses it for a while.

"My brother said that the Shahe River valley didn't produce dates in the first place." He chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely, "It's also a foreign introduction."

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

"About three hundred years ago."

He Lingchuan immediately asked, "Is there an exact record?"

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