Chapter 781: Tea Party 7: Panlong in Your Eyes and Mine

Tea Party 7: Panlong in Your Eyes and Mine

Tea Party 7 - Panlong in Your Eyes and Mine. Jiu Fang noticed that the controversy about Panlongcheng in the comment section has risen again, so today we will open another tea party to chat about it.

The significance of Panlongcheng was already discussed in previous tea parties. I compared the relationship between Panlongcheng and reality to light and shadow because the plot progress at that time only reached that point.

By the end of the first part of "The Immortal," it's fine to just see the Great Fang Hu and Panlongcheng as He Lingchuan's golden finger or cram school; but as the plot progresses, their content and meaning will inevitably expand. Let me list a few clues for everyone to see: Clue 1: When He Lingchuan first climbed the Heavenly Palace, the divine bone necklace urged him to climb the mountain immediately, while the Floating Life Blade stopped him.

I believe everyone already knows what the necklace and the blade represent. Why were their performances diametrically opposed?

Clue 2: He Lingchuan once used the word "deduction" to describe Panlongcheng.

The book already said that Panlongcheng is not a dream, not a soul village, and not the ghost city mentioned by the mirror.

Then what is it? Clue 3: Before the Great Fang Hu simulated the scene of "the conversation between Nailuotian and He Lingchuan," which had never happened in reality, a BUG appeared. Nailuotian is the god of fate, and the Great Fang Hu tried to simulate the god of fate.

Then what is the Great Fang Hu? Clue 4: The Great Fang Hu never talks directly to He Lingchuan.

What does it want to do? Between it and He Lingchuan, who is whose master?

Will it really help He Lingchuan without hesitation from beginning to end? If so, why did Zhong Shengguang and the Panlongcheng of that year fail? Combined with the suspense that has always been in this book, which is Clue 5: Why do the Heavenly Gods want the Great Fang Hu?

Why did the Yuan King want to destroy it, and Zhong Shengguang wanted to use it, but neither hesitated to bet the lives of millions of people?

I'll just list a few; you can associate other questions with them.

If I don't write about Panlongcheng, the above questions cannot be deduced.

There are always little friends who think Panlongcheng is just a golden finger or an illusory history; as soon as I write about Panlongcheng, they say I'm watering it down and say they won't watch it.

Actually, Panlongcheng is the hardest to write. You guys stare at this little plot with a magnifying glass all day; even if I wanted to water it down, I wouldn't dare to do it here.

Wouldn't it be better if I watered down the parts you like to watch, and everyone is happy? If I had designed the Great Fang Hu and Panlongcheng as He Lingchuan's golden finger from the beginning, then this book wouldn't be worth my effort, let alone giving up the copyright opportunity and the Great God contract to transfer to Qidian. Calculated by year and benefit, 60,000 to 70,000 average subscriptions might not exceed a copyright income in my original frequency.

Jiu Fang doesn't want to argue with everyone; if you don't let me write, I insist on writing, but the Great Fang Hu and Panlongcheng are the core designs of this book. Actually, according to the current plot, I still have time to change it into a golden finger, at most bring the wife out, and a cool adventure + hot-blooded mode would also be very lively.

But is this all you want to see?

If you move Panlongcheng away, this work is just a cool text, too floating, too drifting, like a paper airplane in the sky; adding thickness and quality to it, it can fly higher and further instead.

He Lingchuan is becoming stronger day by day and is beginning to show his talents in both worlds. Since Panlongcheng has changed his predetermined tragic fate, as a feedback, is it possible for him to do an extra-credit question—saving the Panlongcheng in the Great Fang Hu? Of course, this returns to Clue 2, what is Panlongcheng? People always ask me, as a transmigrator, what does the protagonist bring to the different world? He doesn't recite poems to shock others, nor does he build guns and cannons to sweep the plane.

In future plots, perhaps you can slowly discover the answer; I won't spoil it here, I can only say please look forward to it.

Please give Panlongcheng another chance, little friends who don't like it; don't look at it with the glasses of illusion and dreams, maybe you can harvest a vast world again; if you really don't want to watch it at this stage, you can also exchange for some "free" ones yourself. If you think it's okay when it's finished, come back and give me a full subscription.

Still the same sentence, I will seriously present the designed story to everyone in the most perfect and exquisite way, and please give it a little more patience.

Jiu Fang Ye, 2023.7.5

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The thin man shook his head and spoke the truth: "It won't work. I haven't been with the group long, and they don't trust me enough yet. But I've heard the higher-ups mention 'Bantou Town' several times; it seems they ship goods there on a regular schedule."

Bantou Town? He Lingchuan thought for a moment; that place was actually not far from Yuheng City.

"You can at least get your hands on the stolen goods they've snatched, right?"

"That's no problem."

At this point, He Lingchuan took out a small, transparent bottle the size of a thumbprint and pushed it toward the thin man.

The thin man held it up to the light and saw nothing inside but a few white sesame-like grains. Looking closer, they didn't seem like sesame seeds either—they were rounder and slightly transparent. "What is this?"

He felt like he had seen it somewhere before, but couldn't quite recall it for the moment.

"Eggs of a brood-bee."

"No wonder they look familiar." The thin man tucked away the small bottle. "How do you plan to use them?"

The brood-bee was originally a species native to the Panlong Wasteland; for the sake of their offspring, the queen bees dared to challenge wild beasts like bears, tigers, and wolves.

"Hide these brood-bee eggs among the stolen goods," He Lingchuan smiled. "I have the queen bee in my possession. Wherever they are shipped, I should be able to track them."

In later generations, Songyang Prefecture used the characteristics of brood-bees to create tracking compasses. He Lingchuan didn't have that level of skill, but he had ordered people to bring back live brood-bees from Panlongcheng, which could achieve the same effect.

The thin man suddenly realized and gave a thumbs-up: "Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

When it comes down to it, physical tracking methods are still the most effective.

"Once we wipe out the fence, they won't be able to sell their goods."

He Lingchuan shook his head: "It's not that simple. Longchuan isn't far from the Jin Tao Nation; if we block this side, they can just go to the other."

The thin man didn't understand—was there even a need to control the fencing channels then? Just then, a white bird flew over the Green Wolf Post Station and circled twice.

The thin man immediately lowered his head, his conical hat shielding his face.

Once the white bird flew away, He Lingchuan looked up at its retreating figure, his expression slightly somber, and said to the thin man: "You should head back."

"Indeed." The thin man rose with a smile. "Thanks for the treat, Boss."

With that, he left without looking back.

Soon, the sound of hooves from a mount galloping away could be heard outside.

The dark, thin young man came over and cleared away the thin man's cup and chopsticks. He Lingchuan finished the remaining skewers unhurriedly, ordered a dozen more, and added a plate of salted fried peanuts.

He Lingchuan added: "Remember, three parts fat and seven parts lean—I want the best black pig loin!"

His voice was a bit loud, but people who have had too much to drink often don't realize they have a booming voice.

Several tables of guests by the lotus pond all looked over.

The dark, thin young man was startled and immediately nodded: "Yes!"

During this time, two more caravans arrived at the post station one after another—one with over thirty people, the other with over sixty—all stopping to drink tea and rest their feet.

A few gluttonous ones even went to find the dark, thin young man to order some skewers and sat down by the lake as well.

He Lingchuan was still drinking with his head down when a burly man in his early forties walked over and asked: "Can I sit here?"

The tables by the lake were all full; only He Lingchuan's table had an empty seat.

He Lingchuan looked up at him: "No, I've reserved the whole table."

The man laughed heartily and sat down anyway. He had a full beard, round eyes, and thick brows—he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

Just then, the steaming skewers were brought over. He Lingchuan said with displeasure: "This table is mine; it's not for you to sit at. Can you not understand human speech?"

Upon hearing this, the man lifted his foot and propped it onto the tabletop with a *thud*, the mud on his sole nearly falling into the plate of skewers: "And what are you going to do about it?"

He Lingchuan laughed instead of getting angry: "If you don't want your foot anymore, I can help you shed some weight."

The man laughed heartily: "Just you?"

At this moment, a group of people came rushing in from outside.

Over thirty sturdy men arrived at the post station and began watering their horses. Two of them walked around the station to confirm it was safe before returning.

These were the patrol guards from Yuheng City, who happened to be patrolling past the Green Wolf Post Station.

(End of chapter)