Chapter 559: Only by Living Can One Have Everything

Shao He Jian remembered it seriously.

He He Lingchuan noticed the word "some".

Conversely, these Dragon-Punishing Pillars that would alarm the gods were only a minority, and most of them were untraceable.

Lady Mitian's mind was also very poisonous.

After giving the instructions, she got up and left.

Zhong Zhong Shengquan's brows had also relaxed, and at this time he climbed onto Shao He Jian's shoulder and said: "I have to go out now, and I won't be back for a few days. When I return, come to my house for a drink, and we won't stop until we're drunk!"

"Okay, then I'll go for a stroll in the city first." Shao He Jian didn't stand on ceremony with him either, "I have important business to find you this time I came to Panlongcheng, let's talk in a few days."

The two laughed heartily and walked out of the Gan Ge Hall side by side.

Zhong Zhong Shengquan was busy after all, and after chatting for a few sentences, he said goodbye and returned to the government office.

He He Lingchuan was appointed as Shao He Jian's personal bodyguard, and from now on, he had to be inseparable. This also suited his wishes. After all, He He Lingchuan still hoped to probe Shao He Jian for more mysteries behind the Yuan Nation. Even in Panlongcheng, Shao He Jian was dressed as an ordinary merchant, his clothes were neither luxurious nor shabby, and the inn he stayed in was neither extravagant nor cheap, behaving in a moderate and middle-of-the-road manner. Standing on Wang Lin Street, he was inconspicuous in the bustling crowd.

Shao He Jian looked at the bustling crowd, full of novelty: "It's much more prosperous here than before. Three years ago, the passenger flow on Wang Lin Street was less than half of what it is now. Do you see that clothing store? It used to sell steamed buns."

He He Lingchuan said: "Panlongcheng opened up internal and external trade five years ago, and money and goods have gradually flowed."

"That's the logic." Shao He Jian nodded repeatedly: "I told Zhong Liyao long ago that Panlongcheng must communicate with the outside world, so it won't become a source without water. For the first ten years, Panlongcheng was fighting wars while taking care of people's livelihood, and everyone lived very hard, just because it was closed and self-secluded."

But He He Lingchuan could actually understand Zhong Zhong Shengquan's previous decisions. Before worshipping the gods, he was terrified that Panlongcheng would be infiltrated by spies and rebels, and had no choice but to close the city gates.

As the lord of a city surrounded by enemies on all four sides, he had too many factors to consider in the long run.

It wasn't until the Great Fang Hu could release the Three-Corpse Worms that Panlongcheng dared to open the door and take the first step toward external trade.

From opening to encouraging, it didn't actually take much time.

Shao He Jian didn't forget to buy souvenirs for his business partners far away while shopping, not only asking He He Lingchuan for advice but even listing the price range of the gifts.

Watching from the side, He He Lingchuan understood that this person had turned his disguise into his life.

Besides a pile of local products, he also recommended the fluorescent spores from the Ghost Needle Shi Lin and the aphid sugar from Zhu Yao Erniang's ranch to Shao He Jian.

Fluorescent spores went without saying; they were portable cold light sources, and even the Treasure Tree Kingdom used them in reality.

The so-called aphid sugar was actually the honeydew produced by the aphid cattle grazed by the burrowing spiders, with high sugar content and moving purity. Shao He Jian was surprised: "Honeydew, isn't that, isn't that...?"

He He Lingchuan coughed lightly: "Yes, don't worry about these details."

Not only did the burrowing spiders love to eat aphid sugar, but the residents of Panlongcheng also praised it after tasting it, saying that its sweetness was no less than honey, and its unique flavor was even better.

Adults and children all loved to eat it.

"This one has a burnt fragrance." Shao He Jian tasted another kind of aphid sugar, "Hey, this one is even stranger, how come it's spicy in the sweetness?"

"The feed the aphid cattle eat is different, so the flavor of the aphid sugar produced is different." He He Lingchuan smiled, "Zhu Yao Erniang has been trying out the proportions."

"That prehistoric great demon?" Shao He Jian clicked his tongue in wonder. Such a brutal spider demon could produce such sweet flavors.

Besides Between Beijia, honey was a luxury everywhere. Now that there was aphid sugar as a substitute for honey, merchants from other places had also sniffed out this business opportunity, and sales had increased greatly in recent months.

Of course, Panlongcheng had already obtained the exclusive agency for Zhu Yao Erniang's products, and the output of her ranch had become the city's flagship product.

After tasting the aphid sugar, Shao He Jian was also very interested and thought about promoting it. After all, when he visited the Panlong Plains last time, Zhu Yao Erniang was still the unruly master of the Ghost Needle Shi Lin, and these products hadn't entered the Panlong market at all.

But now, Panlongcheng even had all kinds of sugar water and snacks made with aphid sugar.

Sitting in a sugar water shop by the river, through the wooden window, the two could see the small boats drifting on the river. The lotus flowers of late autumn had withered, but the lotus pods were full and firm. Local fishermen rowed over to harvest them, while cleaning up the withered lotuses and repairing the river scenery.

In the past, Panlongcheng had no leisure to manage such trivial matters?

Leisure and ambition had to be ranked after filling one's stomach. Shao He Jian sighed sincerely: "It's good, hey, the Panlongcheng of today is really beyond my expectations."

His mother country had been destroyed, but the seeds of hope had taken root in a foreign land, growing strong before his eyes. This subtle mood could only be understood by He He Lingchuan, who had seen his conversation with the Yuan King.

Shao He Jian's "beyond expectations" should be that he originally didn't agree with Zhong Zhong Shengquan using the Great Fang Hu to summon the god Lady Mitian, nor did he think this move would bring any good results to Panlongcheng.

After all, "Worshipping gods has no good results, except for Between Beijia" was the Shao family's belief represented by the Yuan King.

Therefore, He He Lingchuan could feel that his joy was still mixed with a little confusion.

Seeing Shao He Jian in high spirits, He He Lingchuan took the opportunity to start a topic: "Mr. Wu, you are an old friend of Commander Zhong, do you know the origin of the black dragon carving on the wall?"

"Black dragon?" Shao He Jian came back to his senses, just in time to see a dragon head brick carving on the high wall at the entrance of the temple opposite Wang Lin Street, five feet in diameter, nine feet off the ground, with the dragon's eyes specially dotted with red paint.

Under the dragon head, there was also an offering table, with three-colored fruit offerings, and the incense in the furnace was curling up.

Except for at night, the incense here was rarely broken.

He He Lingchuan knew that in the former capital of the Yuan Nation, Thousand Star City, such dragon head patterns could also be seen in many places. From the Yuan King to Zhong Zhong Shengquan, the philosophy was in the same line, and both cities worshipped the black dragon. "There is a bigger one behind the south gate of the city, which is a full-body black dragon statue. I have asked many people, and everyone is worshipping it ignorantly, thinking it is a guardian god beast."

Shao He Jian smiled: "How do you know it's not a guardian god beast?"

"My mother country, Xiluo, had a golden bull, which was a real great demon, and the citizens of the capital could often hear its roar." He He Lingchuan said, "But the people of Panlongcheng have never seen a black dragon, nor have they heard its roar, and no one has even mentioned where the black dragon dwells."

Shao He Jian added: "Do you know what a dragon is?"

He He Lingchuan thought for a moment: "A small dragon?"

"Not bad, the dragon lurks in the lake abyss to practice, and has a chance to meet wind and rain to become a dragon." Shao He Jian said, "Before humans, the true dragon was most favored by heaven and was also called the 'Son of Heaven,' that is, the proud son of heaven. But this creature was born of spiritual energy, and even if it didn't die in the ancient war, it died out in the medieval period. There are no true dragons in the world today, only dragons."

He He Lingchuan still didn't understand: "Then this pattern?"

"The dragon genus is most sensitive to changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. So observing this dragon head, one knows whether the spiritual energy is thin or thick." Shao He Jian smiled, "When the dragon head grows into a dragon head, the good times of the ancient period will return."

He He Lingchuan was stunned: "So this is for observing changes in spiritual energy? Just like that?"

If it was just like that, why did Zhong Zhong Shengquan spend manpower to build a giant statue at the south city gate?

"All the black dragon patterns face east." He He Lingchuan wouldn't be discouraged, "Is there no saying in this?"

He had long noticed that all the dragon head patterns in Panlongcheng and the Yuan Nation's Thousand Star City were built facing east, toward the direction where the sun rose.

Shao He Jian asked him: "Then what do you think?"

He He Lingchuan's gaze shifted: "Is this a symbol of some immortal sect?"

Shao He Jian smiled: "Why do you think so?"

"The immortal war three thousand years ago drove the so-called gods out of the world. I thought that at least some immortals would live to this day, still watching the human world." This was by no means He He Lingchuan's personal speculation.

"Even if there are immortals lingering, what can they do?" Shao He Jian smiled lightly, "This is no longer the world of immortals. Even if they reappear, what can they achieve?"

His expression was complex, perhaps thinking of his mother country.

The Yuan Nation fought for three years without yielding, but was eventually destroyed. If there were immortals in the world, where were they? "Besides, the spiritual energy of the world has declined to this point, don't the immortals have any responsibility?"

Seeing his indignation, He He Lingchuan used sugar water instead of wine, toasted him with half a bowl, and quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Wu, besides marking the concentration of spiritual energy, does this black dragon pattern have any other use?"

Shao He Jian glanced at him: "Young and promising, so utilitarian?"

"Pragmatic." He He Lingchuan said sternly, "Panlongcheng can survive under the siege of strong enemies, also relying on being pragmatic."

"This statement is not wrong, living is everything." Shao He Jian put down the bowl, "Actually, the black dragon pattern is not only in Panlongcheng, but its secret is in the hands of those in power. I can only speculate that the cities and countries that worship it will benefit, otherwise how could they be so indomitable? And this black dragon pattern is not something that anyone can draw on the wall and it will take effect."

He He Lingchuan gave a huh: "Could it be that it needs to be consecrated?"

"What a coincidence, many years ago, I also asked Zhong Liyao this question."

"How did the Commander answer?" He He Lingchuan listened attentively.

"He said, one must first establish a heart for heaven and earth."

After Shao He Jian finished speaking, he stood up to find the shopkeeper to settle the bill, and this conversation ended here.

Even if He He Lingchuan was the bodyguard designated by Zhong Zhong Shengquan, Shao He Jian hadn't completely let down his guard and hadn't told the whole truth—who would be stupid enough to pour out their heart to a stranger they had only been in contact with for the first day? Besides, he could still wander outside for more than twenty years after the destruction of the Yuan Nation without being caught by Between Beijia, so he must be cautious and have his own set of survival rules.

He He Lingchuan wasn't discouraged either, following the distinguished guest step by step. He was now seeing Shao He Jian every day, and he hoped to pry more information about Between Beijia from him in the next few days? The things he saw and heard in the Gan Ge Hall were heavy, and He He Lingchuan had been trying hard to digest them.

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