Chapter 377

With so many clues connected together, if He Lingchuan still couldn't understand, he would have truly lived in vain by He Chunhua's side for so long. Tracing back further, Wen Daolun's son was gone, dying in the hands of the ferry cubs.

Zhong Shengguang's only beloved daughter was also gone, sent to the God-Descending Pillar by him personally.

Ji Yu's two sons, Sun Fuling's brother, and many, many children of the common people in Panlongcheng, all died on the battlefield.

Under the cloak of ideals, legends, and fairness, it is always wrapped in blood, cruelty, and compromise.

Hu Min said that the first mission of joining the Great Wind Army has difficulty. He Lingchuan could see that Willow and Doorboard didn't want to kill unarmed people who couldn't fight back.

So, he came.

Since it is a mission, someone should execute it.

However, why did the dream arrange such a mission for him? The three returned to Panlongcheng with their own thoughts. Doorboard and Willow left, and He Lingchuan, as the squad leader, went to the Pengcheng Bureau to submit the mission.

Because it was a secret execution, Liu Gongcao didn't know the content of the mission, so he took out the register and registered it as "completed," and smiled at He Lingchuan: "The first mission of joining the Great Wind Army, you took half a day to complete it, not simple."

"We were lucky," He Lingchuan smiled back, "It wasn't difficult."

Next, he went home first to bathe and change clothes.

However, as soon as he entered the house, he saw a note inserted in the door crack, opened it, and it was actually written by A-Luo: "Want the recipe, find me at the Dan Bureau."

This guy finally willing to climb out of bed and go to the Dan Bureau?

He Lingchuan took a cold shower quickly, splashing the small courtyard ground wet.

Just as he put on his clothes, he heard movement next door, and someone called him: "Hey, He Lingchuan."

He looked up and saw Sun Fuling lying on the wall, smiling at him.

That smile was bright and warm; he had missed her for a long time.

However, how long had she been lying here? He always felt that Sun Fuling's smile seemed quite satisfied.

"Sun girl?" He Lingchuan wouldn't be polite, "Haven't seen you for so long, are you hiding from me?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Sun Fuling raised her eyebrows, actually with two points of provocation, "Do I need to hide from you?"

"I beat Meng Shan, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?" He Lingchuan knocked on his cheek, "If you drag it on, you should collect interest."

Sun Fuling didn't pretend either, jumped over the low wall with one hand, He Lingchuan's eyes blurred, his cheek was warm, as if a butterfly wing had fanned over, light and soft.

He subconsciously reached out to grab, but Sun Fuling had already retreated five feet, smiling: "Promise fulfilled!"

"Just this?" Sun Fuling's speed could be described as graceful as a startled swan, which scared him, a Great Wind Army soldier, a jump.

"I was beaten half to death by Meng Shan, just for this?!" He shouted injustice, but his heart was cold. Sun Fuling's movements were truly too fast; he couldn't react at all.

He had experienced consecutive fierce battles in Panlongcheng and reality, and his alertness was far beyond ordinary people.

This still didn't work.

With her speed, if it wasn't a relative but someone stabbing him, he wouldn't be able to dodge it at all.

This girl, ordinary people can't afford to offend.

Sun Fuling smiled: "It was clearly Meng Shan who was beaten half to death by you... Alright, I'll treat you to a meal again."

"Just today?" She was so generous, neither coquettish nor shy, which made his sense of achievement greatly reduced.

Sigh.

"Um, today." Sun Fuling looked at herself, "But I have to change clothes, you wait for me."

After saying that, she jumped over the wall again.

Familiar, so don't walk through the door? He Lingchuan rolled his eyes secretly; the two of them were really a friendship of jumping over walls.

Fortunately, Sun Fuling changed clothes much faster than ordinary women, at least not like Lady Ying, who combed her hair, drew her eyebrows, set her makeup, changed clothes, and smoked incense... changing for half an hour.

It was only a cup of tea time, and her voice came from next door: "Alright, let's go."

He Lingchuan pushed the door out and saw his female companion today changed into a set of lake-green spring clothes, with shallow broken gold patterns on the collar and sleeves, different from her usual plainness; her hair was pulled up, pinned with that candy snail hairpin, and there was a slender shell hairpin.

This seemed to be another side of Sun Fuling, agile and elegant.

Seeing He Lingchuan staring at her intently, she subconsciously smoothed her hair: "Why, not good-looking?"

"Good-looking," He Lingchuan smiled with white teeth, "Seems like crawling up from the lake."

"......"

"Cough, I mean, like a fairy in the lake," He Lingchuan quickly changed the subject and walked out, "Where have you been these days?"

The two took a car, a donkey cart, and rushed to the Wenxuan Pavilion.

"A female teacher at the Shumin Academy asked for seven days off in a row, so I went to substitute. It's just that my own classes have been very full recently, and it's too troublesome to come and go for two hours every day, so I simply lived in the academy," Sun Fuling sighed, "This female teacher's surname is Wen, and her younger brother unfortunately passed away recently."

"Wen?" He Lingchuan's heart moved, "Could it be?"

"Um, she is the daughter of Mr. Wen Daolun," Sun Fuling walked side by side with him, "The old lady of the Wen family lost her beloved grandson and fell ill; it is said that the pillow hasn't been dry these days. Teacher Wen asked for leave to go back to serve soup and medicine."

He Lingchuan of course remembered Wen Xing. Such a vibrant teenager with light in his eyes, who died before he could serve Panlongcheng, what a pity.

This unreasonable world is really not long-lived for good people.

"What about Mr. Wen? Is he okay?"

"Not very good. Teacher Wen said he looks haggard and also asked for a few days off, saying he wanted to rest at home, but locked himself in the study and didn't see guests."

He Lingchuan was silent.

Perhaps only he understood that Wen Daolun's pain was even greater than the old lady's, and he also had to endure the torture of blood and the accusation of conscience.

Not saving his own son was likely a decision Wen Daolun made himself.

He Lingchuan looked at the tower in the distance; the tower stood beside the Temple of the Mitian Niangniang, called the Seven-Level Pagoda.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, there was a huge secret in this city; Wen Daolun would rather sacrifice his beloved son and endure the torture of day after day in the future to keep it.

"It's hard for him."

Sun Fuling promised to treat him, but He Lingchuan had to go to the Wenxuan Pavilion to check something first.

Sun Fuling asked him: "What do you want to check?"

That's right, the person beside him was a history teacher: "Want to see the history of the Pu Nation; I heard that the Pu Nation general You Shanming was brave and good at fighting, and he himself was an immortal disciple, and he fought several wonderful battles."

"You Shanming?" Sun Fuling pondered, "I have an impression of two Pu Nations, but since you mentioned You Shanming, it should refer to the former Pu that appeared earliest."

"Are the two Pu Nations distinguished by 'former' and 'latter'?"

"Yes."

So casual.

"This is clear at a glance; convenience for later generations to call is the most important," Sun Fuling smiled, "The former Pu was an ancient country two thousand six hundred years ago, and its national destiny lasted for more than a hundred years, neither long nor short. But it was one of the first countries to appear, creating many precedents for later systems. For example, the military system used in Panlongcheng was originally derived from the Pu Nation."

"That's right, in ancient times there were families but no countries, only immortal sects and demon clans occupying territories," He Lingchuan didn't read less in the Wenxuan Pavilion, and he had at least built up some impression of the ancient and medieval periods, "The so-called 'country' appeared in the medieval period."

"Yes, in the medieval period, people discovered the existence of meta-power, and the establishment of the country had a solid foundation," Sun Fuling nodded, "After the natural disaster for several hundred years, humans could rely on the power of the country to compete with immortals and demon beasts. At that time, some immortal sects had foresight and tried to get rid of the bad habit of arrogance and self-importance, trying to send talents to the secular world."

He Lingchuan laughed: "Calling a country a 'secular court,' and still saying it's not arrogant and self-important?"

"That depends on who you compare with," Sun Fuling said slowly, "Compared with old-fashioned immortal sects like the Great Dahai Sect, the Tianyan Sect is already considered very enlightened. You Shanming was sent to the Pu Nation like this, and later became a pillar general, which side-supported the correctness of the Tianyan Sect's strategy."

"In an era when heaven and earth spiritual energy is increasingly thin, the distance between immortal sects and the human world is destined to be pulled closer."

Keeping pace with the times? "Hm?" She saw him tell the donkey cart to take a wrong turn; this wasn't the way to the Wenxuan Pavilion. "Aren't you going to the Wenxuan Pavilion?"

"Not going, having you as a living dictionary is enough," he habitually lazy, "I'm going to the Dan Bureau to find A-Luo; he promised to handle something for me."

"Then how did You Shanming die?" The Soul-Sucking Mirror at that time was just a heart-protecting mirror on You Shanming.

"I remember, at that time, the human nation and the immortal sects had a good relationship, but the resentment between them and the demon clan was getting deeper and deeper; no matter You Shanming or the former Pu, they were finally destroyed by the demon clan. However, the demon immortal who led the attack on the Pu Nation—um, what was it—was also seriously injured."

He Lingchuan found that she would unconsciously pout her lips slightly when thinking.

"Hong Luan?"

"Yes, it's Hong Luan! I heard that it died not long after this great battle," Sun Fuling was a bit surprised, "How did you know?"

"I just... read a wild history."

"Which book?"

"Uh, don't remember." No wonder the Soul-Sucking Mirror set the mirror illusion as that scene; it turned out to be You Shanming's curtain call battle.

"You Shanming and the Pu Nation were very strong, even the demon immortal was seriously injured and died." For people today, the word "immortal" is how ethereal.

"When fighting the Pu Nation, even the demon immortal was not in its peak state," Sun Fuling shook her head, "The natural disaster passed for several hundred years, the tide of spiritual energy has ups and downs, but overall it has declined for several hundred years. The human immortals and demon immortals still active in the world at this time are all living on their old capital, and they will only become weaker and weaker if they only have output and no input. At this time, you say they are 'immortals,' which is actually a bit reluctant."

He Lingchuan immediately thought of Zhu Xiuer, who also said that its true body couldn't adapt to the environment where spiritual energy was increasingly thin, so it had to molt to survive. He frowned and asked: "Since they are getting weaker and weaker, why do they still attack the human nation?"

Sun Fuling shrugged: "Spiritual energy is getting less and less, that is, there are more wolves and less meat; around the last few pieces of meat, they have to fight to the death?"

"Hey wait a minute, didn't spiritual energy recover?"

(End of chapter)