Chapter 228: On-Site Teaching

"Hmm, the token he mentioned is a turtle shell order, is it in your hands?" "Yes." In the ring he stripped from Dongli True Person's hand, there was a small piece of turtle talisman.

"As a reward, you can take whatever is in the Guihua Pagoda yourself."

That sounds more like it; if you ask someone to do something, you have to provide a reward, right? "What kind of things are there?"

"Didn't mention."

The Great Return Sect had been abandoned for how many years; Dongli True Person probably wasn't sure how much was left inside. However, Sun Fuling added: "Dongli True Person studied divination under the Wood Spirit Venerable, which was originally the Great Return Sect's signature trick."

He Lingchuan's heart moved, remembering the turtle monster's prophecy: "Didn't they say that after the natural disaster, divination was often inaccurate?"

"The Great Return Sect was known for this way; Dongli True Person wouldn't be the only successor." Sun Fuling laughed. "This Immortal Sect once had many talents; Dongli True Person could correct divination, couldn't others?"

He Lingchuan was awakened by these words.

The turtle monster's divination originated from the Great Return Sect lineage; to break this prophecy, in today's era where information and means are scarce, wouldn't it be best to take a trip to the Great Return Sect and find clues?

And Dongli True Person also said that as long as you deliver his relics back to the sect, there will be a reward.

Time has passed, hoping the "reward" is still there.

"Where is Shou'an Mountain? I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Then have you heard of the Six Sects of Kaiyuan?"

He Lingchuan shook his head honestly.

"The Great Return Sect is one of the Six Sects of Kaiyuan, sitting on Shou'an Mountain, which is today's Xushan!"

"Xushan?" This place sounded familiar. "Eh? Isn't it within the territory of the Northern Demon Kingdom!"

Yes, it was mentioned in the scripts he heard in Heishuicheng. Then he still had to find a way to take a trip to the Demon Kingdom? "Gone, the testament ends here."

He Lingchuan took back the rubbing he had copied: "Thank you very much, otherwise I wouldn't know where to find someone to interpret it."

"Existing techniques and supernatural powers were all improved by Immortals and then passed down." Sun Fuling said lightly. "Sometimes new supernatural power mental cultivation methods and long passages of oral formulas appear in Immortal relics discovered occasionally, so it is very necessary to master the Immortal Language. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

He Lingchuan was overjoyed: "Wonderful, this will trouble Miss Sun!"

"It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish; once you learn it, you won't come to trouble me, and you can go to the history museum to check books yourself." Sun Fuling looked at him from the wall. "When do you plan to start?"

"Now?" He Lingchuan thought for a moment, better to choose a day than to hit the day. "If you have nothing else to do."

Sun Fuling shrank back, and He Lingchuan realized that the two of them had been chatting across the wall for so long.

He heard the sound of her stepping on a wooden ladder to return to the ground. The sparrowhawk didn't fly away either, standing on the wall tiles and pecking at its feathers.

He Lingchuan asked it: "Don't you have to carry out missions?" Is there nowhere else to go? The sparrowhawk burped: "I just finished a high-intensity mission and need to sleep."

It had eaten three fat magpies today and was too full; it needed to rest for a while.

He Lingchuan only discovered today that the sparrowhawk could also roll its eyes.

Flapping its wings to follow General Hong to the Ghost Needle Shi Lin, that's also called a high-intensity mission? A few breaths later, the sound of opening and knocking on the door sounded one after another.

He Lingchuan invited Sun Fuling in and habitually used polite words: "Drink water? I still have some tea from Xiro, sent by other patrol guards."

Tea from Xiro is a top-tier item here, only taken out by large restaurants to treat guests.

Sun Fuling had already taken off her face veil and said very straightforwardly: "Okay."

As soon as He Lingchuan opened the door, she saw the half-full small courtyard, a pile of gifts like a small mountain: "People really like you."

He Lingchuan scratched his head: "Sorry."

Sun Fuling's brother, Sun Jiayuan, also sacrificed himself in the Battle of Ghost Needle Shi Lin and was posthumously named a hero, but Sun Fuling's door was cold and clear, with no one sending gifts.

"Sorry for what?" Sun Fuling looked at him strangely.

"..."

"Oh, you mean my brother?" Sun Fuling reacted and shrugged. "His address isn't here, so people won't send gifts here. I went to his house twice and packed up all the gifts and donated them."

"Donate?" He Lingchuan's heart moved. "There are too many things in my courtyard to use up, and it's even more inappropriate to sell them; is there a place to donate?"

"Of course, in a place like Panlongcheng, will there be a shortage of widows, widowers, and orphans? The families of fallen soldiers also need special care." Sun Fuling picked up a wind chime made of shells and shook it gently; it was very pleasant. "If you are willing, I will help you donate them."

"Wonderful." He Lingchuan was overjoyed. "Then I will trouble Miss Sun to pass on everyone's heart again."

Sun Fuling nodded.

He Lingchuan brewed the tea and served it, and both of them stopped talking.

Whoosh, a cold wind blew, rolling up the leaves on the ground.

Uh, why did he find Sun Fuling? He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, breaking the strange awkwardness: "What should I do now?"

Sun Fuling put a thick book "slap" on the bench: "This is a reference template for both ancient and modern characters; memorize them all."

"..."

So thick, as wide as his palm! He had finally said goodbye to the age of memorizing books every day, and he actually had to repeat his old lessons in his dreams and bury his head in hard study? Nightmare, nightmare reappears? "Your expression is exactly the same as my students." Sun Fuling couldn't help laughing, her almond eyes turning into crescent moons. "Don't worry, it's not difficult. Modern script is born from old characters, and there are traces to follow; I will teach you. If you are serious, you can master it in two or three months at most."

Just like regular script and seal script?

"Sit down, take out that rubbing. Let's start from it and mark the comparison."

He Lingchuan led her into the kitchen.

The room was too small, the courtyard too cold, and only the kitchen had a small table.

He hurriedly added charcoal to the fire basin and then honestly took out the rubbing.

Before closing the door, the sparrowhawk also took the opportunity to fly in, shaking off the cold with its wings, and stood by the fire basin to warm itself.

With a fire basin to roast, who would want to stand outside and endure the cold?

Sun Fuling blew on her hands: "Paper, ink, brush?"

"Uh..." None. He either practiced martial arts or bathed in this room, so when would he have the chance to use a brush?

Sun Fuling didn't know where she conjured these three things from, and just as she was about to grind the ink, He Lingchuan was very observant: "I'll do it."

He poured some clean water onto the inkstone and gently pushed the ink.

On that side, Sun Fuling had just spread out the rubbing when she heard him ask: "When I entered the city, I saw the former Wei City Governor leading the commoners out of the South Gate to return to their hometown. The number exceeded thirty thousand."

"I know, I met them too. This is a big event in Panlongcheng today, and the streets are discussing it." Sun Fuling took the brush and dipped it in ink, starting to mark the comparison. "This is just the first batch; there should be more Wei City residents moving back to their hometowns one after another later."

"I asked an old acquaintance from Wei City why they wanted to go back. He only said they weren't used to it here."

"One side of water and soil raises one side of people. Immortal Dongli also entrusted you to send his relics back to the Great Return Sect. People are like this, attached to their hometown, hoping to return to their roots." Sun Fuling changed the subject. "Are you used to living in Panlongcheng?"

"Used to it." He Lingchuan said without thinking. "Life is refreshing and easy."

In his dreams, he can be himself, either practicing martial arts or fighting, and he can chat and brag with friends in his spare time. This is far easier than reality, and he doesn't have to deal with He Chunhua and others.

"That's because you chose the fastest way to promote, which is to engage in battle and accumulate military merits." Sun Fuling said softly. "In Panlongcheng, having military merits almost means having everything; conversely, for those who can't accumulate military merits or accumulate them too slowly, their lives are not satisfactory."

He Lingchuan thought of Liu Sanjiu and his wife, and the bitter smiles on their faces.

They were not good at fighting, they were standard commoners, and they could only exchange their hard but stable labor for daily necessities. Wanting to save more to exchange for military merits?

How can it be just a "difficult" word?

However, Panlongcheng is not a place for you to argue about "everyone has their own aspirations." If you can't provide what it needs most, then sorry, please line up at the back.

Living on this cruel land, the city's survival rules are equally cruel.

"I heard that there are even Panlongcheng residents who want to fish in troubled waters and leave the city with them, only to be rejected when registering at the government office."

"A bit stupid." He Lingchuan shook his head. "Life is not easy for the poor anywhere. At least Panlongcheng has security guarantees."

"They will know when they go out." Sun Fuling continued, "The Governor of Wei City also seems to be surnamed Sun?"

"Yes, at that time Captain Xiao went to meet them, but Governor Sun fled with thirty or forty boxes of family assets. He even blocked the ramp, and the refugees behind couldn't pass."

Sun Fuling didn't look up while marking, but seemed to smile again: "Although this Governor Sun has money, according to Panlong Law, he can only buy a Golden House in the city at most, and anything higher, like third-class luxury houses, must be exchanged with military merits, which is not something he can reach. If I remember correctly, the army he brought was also scattered long ago."

There are four classes of luxury houses in Panlongcheng, and the lowest class is the Golden House, which is also the only luxury house that allows the rich to buy with money. Many big merchants have already bought Golden Houses, and Governor Sun lives in the same street as them, looking at the nouveau riche and treacherous merchants, he probably doesn't feel comfortable either.

Of course, there is another way, making more contributions to Panlongcheng can also be exchanged for military merits. Of course, the connotation of this "contribution" is very broad, and Governor Sun's purse is worrying.

He Lingchuan nodded: "Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

Rather than staying in Panlongcheng and being inferior to others, it is better to return to Wei City and continue to be arrogant.

Book first published: Qidian Chinese Network.

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He Lingchuan nodded: "Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

Rather than remaining in Panlongcheng as a subordinate, it would be better for Governor Sun to return to Weicheng and continue to lord over others.

This book is first published on Qidian Chinese Network.

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