After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 88 Precious First Experience 2

  They are very fast, passing the wooden bridge is like a white horse passing through the gap, and it is impossible to take a closer look at them for a quick glance.

   Almost no one noticed that He Lingchuan at the bottom of the boat squatted and shrank, just curled up in the shadow of the wooden bridge!

  He hid under the bridge, not daring to breathe out, lest he would attract unnecessary attention with a blister.

  After a dozen or so breaths, he sneaked out of the water, looked left and right, then thrust his spear into the bank of the canal, jumped to the ground with a leap.

  The cavalry has gone away, only a few figures are left.

   On the other hand, there were two five- and six-year-old children looking at him curiously, but the mother next to him looked wary and dragged them back.

  The residents here are very unfriendly.

  He Lingchuan wiped off the water on his face, and quickly hid behind two big haystacks.

  Going forward is the warehouse, and then there are tall and short houses. Fortunately, there are no people. He Lingchuan looked down at his wet body, knowing that his clothes and materials made the locals know that he was an outsider.

  The only solution for now is to change into a new set of clothes.

  He looked around and finally showed a smile:

   Not far away, there are clothes drying on the open space at the entrance of the farmhouse.

  He sneaked over without disturbing the women cooking in the kitchen, and only took away a few men's clothes. Then, go to the back of the sun to change clothes.

  Although the surroundings were silent, he carefully checked his surroundings before taking off his wet old clothes.

no one.

  He quickly took off the wet pants and put on new ones.

   While fastening his trousers, a whistle suddenly sounded from the side.

  He Lingchuan looked up in surprise, and saw a white shadow flash past, like light and lightning, too fast for human eyes to catch.

   Can't dodge either.

   There was a soft "swoosh", and an arrow hit his throat. He went forward and then out, and the arrow even pierced into the wooden board.

  How does it feel to be blocked by an arrow?

  He Lingchuan wanted to be rude, but he couldn't speak, only feeling pain in his chest.

  I saw the white feathers on the tail of the arrow trembling in front of my eyes, and looked forward, and there seemed to be something moving in the haystack.

  He tried to see clearly, but his vision was blurred.

  ￥￥￥￥￥￥

  He Lingchuan yelled, clutching his neck and turned over to sit up.

   As far as the eye can see, window lattices, low tables, and vases are all the furniture in his house.

  A lark was perched on a branch in front of the window, frightened by his cry, it flapped its wings and flew away, fluttering and dropping a feather.

  He Lingchuan stared at the feather, thinking of Bai Ling who had sealed his throat with an arrow.

   Touched his throat, it was very good, even the skin was not broken, but his whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had just climbed out of a ditch.

   "Grandpa was scared to death!" He was still alive, but he had a nightmare.

  A figure flashed outside, and Uncle Hao came in: "What's wrong, Master?"

   "It's okay." He Lingchuan rubbed his face weakly, "Nightmare."

   "Still Calabash Mountain?"

   "How is it possible?" After going through the great adventure in Panlong City, Yuan's memory of being attacked on Calabash Mountain was so blurred that it seemed like it happened in his previous life, he almost forgot it all.

  He Lingchuan waved back Uncle Hao, got up and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

  It was still dark, and he could not sleep for an hour at most.

  After returning from the desert, he sleeps like a baby, what's going on today?

   Glancing at the head of the bed, his eyes naturally fell on the broken knife.

   "Could it be you who are causing trouble?" There is only such a variable, and it is difficult not to notice it.

  He Lingchuan took off the knife and slowly pulled out the sheath.

  The surrounding temperature dropped by at least two degrees, but He Lingchuan didn't feel the cold, and held it for two points more easily.

  He was thinking about that nightmare. Except for the locals who regarded foreigners as enemies, the Chipa Plateau was actually a wonderful place, full of rich water villages and idyllic scenes.

  The water network there is criss-crossed and the geography is changeable. It seems that there are mines in the distance. It is no wonder that Panlong City has been able to persevere for many years in the face of powerful enemies. Objective conditions are also one of the decisive factors.

  The last time he entered the secret realm of Dafanghu, he almost died after walking only once in Panlong City. Of course, he didn't have the chance to go out of Xiongguan and see the Chipa Plateau back then.

  The dream just now made up for this shortcoming.

  He subconsciously believed that the Chipa Plateau he saw in his dream was a highly restored history.

  The responses of the guards indicated that the time he entered was after the appearance of the Red General, that is, the second half of Panlong City's desperate period.

  The Xiluo Kingdom briefly resumed contact with Panlong City, but unfortunately it was too weak and lost to the pressure of the coalition forces, so it soon abandoned Panlong City again.

  Zhong Shengguang is also a human being. He has devoted himself to his duties for twelve years but encountered such a betrayal. He almost collapsed at one point, so he turned to Mi Tianshen's embrace.

  From then on, the Red General appeared.

   During this period, Panlong City was the most mysterious. Sun Fuping read the history books of many countries, but he could not find a complete record. It seemed that there was a mysterious force that forcibly erased it from history.

  He Lingchuan was also curious, but thinking of the treacherous, light, and fierceness of that arrow, goosebumps crawled all over his body again.

  Counting this time, he has died twice.

  Although this experience is unique and precious, no one would resist it.

   The two arrow attacks before and after should be done by the same person. Where is the archer hiding? The gale army like a wolf like a tiger has been concealed by He Lingchuan, why is this person able to follow him like a shadow?

  He thought of that quick and loud whistle, he remembered that he hadn't fastened his trousers, and he remembered that before the black dragon disappeared, he had mentioned that the broken knife was given to him.

   It's quite a bit of entrustment.

  The previous owner of the knife was Zhong Shengguang. What kind of connection does he hope this knife has with He Lingchuan?

  The young man stroked his knife without saying a word, and had new troubles:

   In the future, do you still want to hang it on the head of the bed?

  He shook his head, and found that the nightmare did not give him a splitting headache. Instead, he was full of energy and relaxed, unlike the emptiness in the dream.

  To be honest, the adventure in the dream is quite interesting except for the sudden death at the end.

  The most important thing is that he can wake up.

   If there is no loss, is he still afraid of a ball?

  He Lingchuan pressed the blade and said: "Let's discuss it. Don't send me nightmares every day, I can still hang you by the bed, how about it?"

  The knife is quiet, so naturally there will be no response.

  So He Lingchuan hung it back to its original position.

  …

  The Acacia Building was bustling before it got dark.

  This restaurant has been in business for three years, and its business is booming in Heishui City. It is rare that locals and tourists like it. It is said that the behind-the-scenes boss is a retired official from the mainland, and the dishes from his hometown have been a great success when they are moved to the border.

   Xiangsilou is famous for its duck.

   Yes, ducks are simply ducks swimming in water.

The chefs specially invited from Longhuacheng specialize in duck cooking, whether it is bad, roasted, stewed, baked, or stewed, fried, cured, or roasted, there is nothing they can’t do, and ducks must be selected according to the cooking method Fat and thin, old and young, they are really picky.

  (end of this chapter)