Chapter 375

Heh, he would like to, but the City of the Dead, no, the Great Fanghu was a hundred times more arrogant than this mirror and never made a sound; his intentions were all guessed by him. This mirror often talked to him, and He Lingchuan was already used to it suddenly speaking, so he expressed his doubts.

The mirror was very arrogant when it heard this: "Wouldn't it be fine to ask me about this kind of thing?"

"Oh?" This thing actually had an answer? A pleasant surprise! He Lingchuan took out the mirror and faced it, "Then you say."

"Actually, I don't have a conclusion either."

He Lingchuan lost his energy at once: "Less bullshit."

"This is rigor, rigor!" The "He Lingchuan" in the mirror looked a bit angry, "Don't say it's me, even the seniors of the Tianyan Sect only have some inferences."

"Having is better than not having; tell me one and let me listen."

"The popular saying is that the Emperor's Flowing Pulp is a major eruption of heaven and earth spiritual energy, like a volcano or earthquake, which only comes suddenly after accumulating for a long time. But in the early medieval period, the eruptions of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp were one after another, short ones every few days, long ones every few months, and the most outrageous record was three times in three days."

"Three times in three days?" He Lingchuan took a cold breath, envious to the point that his back molars itched.

Hiss, how much cultivation could this be converted into! "The original explanation was inertial eruption," the mirror continued. "After a major eruption of volcanoes and earthquakes, there are often a series of subsequent eruptions and aftershocks. But there was a senior in the Tianyan Sect named Tianshengzi, who spent more than a hundred years studying the laws of the appearance of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp and proposed a bold hypothesis—"

"—He believed that the appearance of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp is likely related to the fall of gods."

"Fall of gods?" He Lingchuan rarely heard this term, "The fall of gods? But after the natural disaster, that is, before the beginning of the medieval period, the gods had already left our world."

This world no longer had gods, so how could there be a fall of gods?

"These gods always have a place of origin; the natural disaster just drove the surviving gods back to their own world. But some were too seriously injured and died after returning," the mirror continued. "And in the early medieval period, Tianshengzi spent a lot of effort to get the fall time of these gods, and then compared it with the eruption time of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp, heh!"

He Lingchuan reached out and flicked the mirror surface: "Stop selling suspense! Who did you learn this bad habit from?"

He wouldn't ask how Tianshengzi got the fall time of gods from another world; it must have been very difficult.

The mirror spun on the table: "He discovered that the eruptions of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp all occurred within two to three months after the fall of gods."

"How many times did he compare the fall of gods?"

"Twelve times," the mirror said, "Among them, three gods fell one after another within ten hours! You tell me, can there be such a coincidence?"

The shortest interval for the eruption of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp was three times in three days, and two or three months ago, exactly three gods fell within ten hours.

The mirror was right; it was truly too coincidental.

"But the error calculated by Tianshengzi reached a month," He Lingchuan pointed out the loophole, "Look at Lingxu City's prediction, the error is no more than five days."

"Hey, this has been more than two thousand years, descendants should have some insights and progress, right?" The mirror retorted, "Tianshengzi published his hypothesis, and at that time not many people agreed; even most of the seniors of the Tianyan Sect thought it was absurd, after all, Tianshengzi couldn't produce a shred of evidence."

He Lingchuan nodded when he heard this; indeed, such an ethereal thing, where could Tianshengzi get evidence? The Tianyan Sect's determination was also no problem.

The mirror said: "However, maybe someone in later generations adopted it?"

"If Tianshengzi's inference is correct, why would the fall of gods in the sky promote the eruption of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp in this world?" This was a major event happening in different worlds.

"How would I know?" The mirror was listless, "These are just things I heard. When I was born, Tianshengzi had long since passed away."

He Lingchuan remembered the last eruption of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp; at that time, the He father and son and the responding army happened to walk to the Fengling Ferry.

Everyone complained that the amount of Emperor's Flowing Pulp was too small, and the share for each person was negligible.

If according to what Tianshengzi said, there was a fall of gods two or three months before the eruption time.

Two or three months before, what happened?

He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he flipped an inconspicuous old event from the depths of his memory.

Before the rebel leader Lu Yao of Woling Pass was killed, he had swallowed a black talisman. That should have been his last life-saving big move, but nothing happened, and Lu Yao was beheaded.

He Lingchuan gave the collected black talisman to the Marquis of Songyang, who stripped away the disguise on the talisman paper and recognized it as a "God-Summoning Spell," which was to invite gods to descend by using one's own body as a skin.

As for why the talisman didn't take effect, it was because the god didn't respond to Lu Yao. At that time, the Marquis of Songyang speculated that the god had abandoned Lu Yao, or had something to do and couldn't get away, so it didn't descend, briefly called skipping.

But today, hearing what the mirror said, He Lingchuan had another speculation in his heart: the god corresponding to that "God-Summoning Spell," could it be that it had already fallen?

The big backer was dead, so it would be strange if Lu Yao could still summon it.

Three months before the eruption of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp, there was indeed a major event that shook the Yuan Nation's court and public:

Rebel leader Hong Xiangqian was defeated at Woling Pass! Originally, the rebel army marched north and was unstoppable, reaching its peak after capturing Woling Pass; the government army couldn't wipe them out no matter how they surrounded and suppressed them, and even Shi Huan and the capital were under serious threat.

Lu Yao's "God-Summoning Spell" was clearly obtained from Hong Xiangqian, so this "Jiayuan Holy Master" also had a god he worshipped.

Then, were his victories and defeats along the way related to the god? Could it be that the god behind him suddenly fell, Hong Xiangqian didn't get support, and thus became an important reason for the failure of the rebel army... one of them?

At least in terms of time, this series of events could be matched.

Then the next question came, who killed the god behind Hong Xiangqian?

The sky and the human world have been separated, and only gods can kill gods, right?

It turned out that even gods were not safe.

"Hey, why are you in a daze again?" The mirror shook him with its mirror light.

"If there is Emperor's Flowing Pulp again in three days, which god has fallen?"

It seems that the divine world is not peaceful either, He Lingchuan gloated. If more gods fell and more rounds of Emperor's Flowing Pulp came to the human world, wouldn't his cultivation soar?

"The Demon Emperor must know; the news came from Lingxu City," the mirror said with wind-cool words, "You should go ask it."

"Maybe there will be a chance in the future," He Lingchuan shrugged, "Who can say for sure?"

After tossing and turning for half the night, it would be dawn if he didn't sleep. He Lingchuan undressed and lay down, falling asleep in a second.

Mirror: "......"

Is this person a pig?

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Since they were so familiar, He Lingchuan clapped the door: "A-Luo!"

He shouted a few times before the door creaked open. A-Luo was disheveled, his face was cold, and he was about to scold, but seeing the visitor was He Lingchuan, his tone lowered: "What's the matter!"

If it were Hu Min, he would definitely be scolded bloody.

He Lingchuan had been very popular in Panlong City recently, and A-Luo had won a lot of money by betting on him.

Seeing a gold master, who could have a temper?

He Lingchuan looked up at the sky; wasn't this the sun high in the sky?

"The sun is shining on your butt, how can you sleep at your age...?" Before he finished speaking, He Lingchuan saw a figure flash in the room behind him, "Hm? Who is that?"

"No one," A-Luo moved his body to block his sight, "You say, what's the matter?"

"Don't you invite me in to sit?" He Lingchuan laughed, "Your medicinal tea is quite good."

A-Luo didn't move: "I still have to go back to sleep!"

"Sleep with whom?" Everyone was full of blood and energy, occasionally calling that thing was not strange, after all, people had instincts, after all, everyone took what they needed. But A-Luo didn't say it directly and didn't let him see, which meant the person in the room was not from the Red Pavilion.

Seeing A-Luo's face getting worse, He Lingchuan coughed lightly and returned to the main business: "Can the Emperor's Flowing Pulp ointment recipe you gave me be improved further?"

"Is it not easy to use?" A-Luo was a bit puzzled, "Haven't heard that the Emperor's Flowing Pulp is coming again recently?"

"I feel the effect is still a bit weak, I want to get an advanced version of the recipe first, just in case," this was also what He Lingchuan thought, "I have grown a bit recently, the recipe might need to be adjusted."

A-Luo reached out to probe his pulse and pondered for a long time before saying: "Your cultivation has indeed grown fast, and the blockages in your meridians have also decreased a lot. You can indeed use a more powerful recipe."

The strong of course need more powerful recipes and more domineering medicinal power. For example, the paste used by General Red is definitely different from that of ordinary people... if she uses it.

"So?"

"So I have to think about it carefully, come back in the evening!"

A-Luo took a step back and slammed the door shut. If He Lingchuan hadn't retreated quickly, he would have almost hit his nose.

I'm afraid this guy didn't need time to think about it; He Lingchuan heard very light footsteps coming from the room, finer than A-Luo's.

Just as he turned around, Hu Min ran over from across the street:

"Broken Blade, why are you here? There's a mission!"

He Lingchuan's spirit was lifted. Was the first mission after joining the Great Wind Army finally here? He pressed A-Luo's door and raised his volume: "Should I call A-Luo?"

"Non-combat mission, don't need him," Hu Min looked at the wooden door, "Is he home?"

A-Luo's muffled voice came from inside: "Not here!"

Before he ran out of patience and cursed "get out," He Lingchuan and Hu Min sensibly walked away.

Hu Min taught experience as a person who had come before: "The first mission after joining the Great Wind Army is usually quite difficult; this is a tradition."

Giving the new recruits a blow, this was an old routine in the army.

"Isn't it a non-combat mission?"

"I don't know the specific content, the higher-ups designated it for you and Willow, Doorboard, three new recruits," Hu Min laughed, "Not our share."

General Red specifically ordered He Lingchuan to form his own squad. For a new recruit who had just joined the Great Wind Army, this was an exceptional promotion honor.

During wartime, if you have military merit and ability, everything is easy to say.

(End of chapter)