Chapter 85: Precious First Experience 2

They were very fast, passing the wooden bridge like a white horse passing a crack, a hurried glance, impossible to look closely. Almost no one noticed that He Lingchuan under the boat crouched and shrank, just curling into the shadow of the wooden bridge! He hid under the bridge, not daring to breathe, for fear of bubbling and attracting unnecessary attention.

Ten breaths later, he quietly poked his head out of the water, looked left and right, and then thrust the long spear hard into the bank of the channel, using the force to leap and jump onto the ground.

The cavalry had already gone far away, leaving only a few backs.

However, there were two five or six-year-old children by the channel looking at him curiously, but the mother on the side looked vigilant, pulling them back.

The residents here were very unfriendly.

He Lingchuan wiped the water off his face and quickly hid behind two large haystacks.

Walking forward was the warehouse, then houses of various heights, fortunately, there was no one around. He Lingchuan looked down at his soaked clothes, knowing that his attire and fabric made it clear to the locals that he was an outsider.

The only plan now was to change into a set of clothes.

He looked around and finally revealed a smile: not far away, clothes were hanging on the open ground at the door of a farmhouse.

He quietly sneaked over, not disturbing the woman cooking in the kitchen, and only took a few pieces of men's clothes and pants. Afterward, he went to the shady side to change.

Although it was quiet all around, he still carefully checked the surroundings before taking off his soaked old clothes.

No one.

He quickly stripped off his wet pants and put on new ones.

Just as he was tying his pants, a whistle suddenly sounded from the side.

He Lingchuan was startled and looked up, only to see a white shadow flash by, like light, like electricity, so fast that the human eye couldn't capture it.

And couldn't avoid it.

With a soft sound of "whoosh," an arrow hit his throat, going in the front and out the back, the arrowhead even piercing into the wooden board.

What was the feeling of being pierced through the throat by an arrow? He Lingchuan wanted to curse, but couldn't speak, only feeling the pain piercing his heart.

Before his eyes, he only saw the white feathers at the end of the arrow trembling, and his gaze looked forward again; something seemed to move by the haystack.

He wanted to try to see clearly, but his vision was already blurred.

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He Lingchuan screamed, covering his throat and sitting up.

What met his eyes were the window lattice, low table, and vase—all furniture in his room.

A lark stopped on a branch in front of the window, frightened by his scream, flapped its wings and flew away, dropping a feather.

He Lingchuan stared fixedly at this feather, remembering the white-feathered arrow that pierced his throat.

He touched his throat; it was perfectly fine, not even the skin was broken, but his whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had just climbed out of the channel.

"Scared the hell out of me!" He was still alive; it was just a nightmare.

A figure flashed outside, and Uncle Hao drilled in. "What's wrong, Young Master?"

"Nothing." He Lingchuan rubbed his face powerlessly. "Nightmare."

"Still Hulu Mountain?"

"How is that possible?" After experiencing the Panlongcheng adventure, the memory of the original body being attacked at Hulu Mountain was as blurry as something from a previous life; he had almost forgotten it.

He Lingchuan waved Uncle Hao away and climbed up to pour himself a cup of cold tea.

It wasn't dark yet; he had slept for less than an hour at most.

Since returning from the desert, his sleep quality had been as good as a baby's; what was going on today?

Glancing at the head of the bed, his gaze naturally fell on the broken saber.

"Could it be you making mischief?" It was the only variable, hard not to notice.

He Lingchuan took the saber down and slowly pulled it out of the scabbard.

The surrounding temperature dropped by at least two degrees, but He Lingchuan didn't feel cold; holding it, he felt even more comfortable.

He thought about that nightmare; besides the locals who treated outsiders like enemies, the Chipa Plateau was actually great, a scene of lush water towns and pastoral idylls.

There were crisscrossing water networks and diverse geography, and it seemed there were mines further away. No wonder Panlongcheng could hold out for many years while surrounded by strong enemies; objective conditions were also one of the decisive factors.

The last time he entered the Great Fanghu Secret Realm, he had almost lost his life just by taking a trip to Panlongcheng; of course, he didn't have the chance to walk out of the majestic pass and see the Chipa Plateau of the past.

The dream just now made up for this regret.

Subconsciously, he believed that the Chipa Plateau he saw in his dream was a highly restored version of history.

The answers of those few guards showed that the time point he entered was after the appearance of the Red General, which was the desperate later stage of Panlongcheng.

The Western Luo nation had briefly restored contact with Panlongcheng, but it was too weak and couldn't withstand the pressure of the coalition forces, so it soon abandoned Panlongcheng again.

Zhong Shengguang was also human; after twelve years of loyal service, he encountered such betrayal and almost collapsed, which was why he turned to the embrace of the Mitian God.

From then on, the Red General appeared.

This period of Panlongcheng was the most mysterious; Sun Fuping had read through the history books of many countries and hadn't found a complete record, as if a mysterious force had forcefully erased it from history.

He Lingchuan was also curious, but thinking of the eeriness, lightness, and ruthlessness of that arrow, goosebumps crawled all over him again.

Counting this time, he was a person who had died twice.

Although this experience was unique and precious, anyone would resist it.

The two arrow attacks before and after should have come from the same person; where was that archer hiding? Even the fierce Great Wind Army had been deceived by He Lingchuan, so why could this person follow him like a shadow? He remembered that urgent and loud whistle, remembered his pants that weren't tied well, and remembered that before the Black Dragon vanished, it specifically mentioned that this broken saber was given to him.

It had quite a bit of the meaning of entrustment.

The saber's previous owner was Zhong Shengguang; what kind of connection did he hope this saber would establish with He Lingchuan? The young man stroked the saber without speaking, having new worries: in the future, should he still hang it at the head of his bed?

He shook his head and found that the nightmare didn't make his head ache, but instead made him feel refreshed and relaxed, not like the deficiency in the dream.

Honestly, the adventure in the dream, besides the sudden death at the end, was quite interesting.

Most importantly, he could wake up.

If there was no loss, what was he afraid of?

He Lingchuan pressed the blade. "Let's make a deal. Don't give me nightmares every day, and I can still hang you at the head of my bed, how about that?"

This saber was quiet and naturally wouldn't have any response.

So He Lingchuan hung it back in its original place.

It wasn't dark yet, but the Acacia Tower was already lively.

This restaurant had been open for three years and was booming in Black Water City, rarely managing to be liked by both locals and travelers. It was said that its behind-the-scenes boss was a retired official from the interior, and the dishes from his hometown were a great success when moved to the borderland.

The Acacia Tower was famous for its duck.

Yes, duck, very simply the duck that swims in the water.

The chef specially invited from Longhua City specialized in cooking duck, whether it was pickled, roasted, braised, baked, or stewed, fried, cured, or burned, there was nothing they couldn't do, and they had to choose the fatness, age, and youth of the duck according to the cooking method, truly achieving the goal of picking the fat and choosing the thin.

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