After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1302: A Phantom Fire

Wanqi Feng couldn't help but ask, "Should the number of participants be reduced? They need more experience."

"Rotating in small teams will also make it easier to observe. Those who are suitable will stay, and those who are not will be replaced." He Lingchuan is building the Black Armor Army according to the standards of the Dafeng Army. Every cavalryman is a key subject of inspection. He Lingchuan will comprehensively evaluate each person's cultivation, will, character and on-the-spot reaction, and those who do not meet the requirements will be replaced.

Just as He Lingchuan said, because Shizhoutou and Liuping were very close, Yang Meng led 200 men and arrived at Liuping at the end of Chenshi.

The Zhao Guangzhi troops originally stationed here had been driven away by the Black Armor Army, leaving Liuping without any military force.

Yang Meng took little effort and successfully entered the city and took over.

Firstly, his reputation is much better than Zhao Guangzhi's. Since this city has to be managed by someone, it might be better to be governed by Yang Meng than by other strong men.

Secondly, the people of Liuping also heard that Yang Meng was coming and were mentally prepared.

After Yang Meng entered the city, he soon saw the big pot at the entrance of the vegetable market. When he inquired about what had just happened, he was secretly shocked.

When Zhao Guangzhi was taken away by the black-armored leader, he knew that this man would not have a good end.

But to give them a taste of their own medicine? The Black Armor Army's methods were indeed cruel.

However, the villagers of Liuping not only did not mind, but were all as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

Zhao Guangzhi's more than 100 kilograms of flesh and bones had been snatched away by the people, and even his head was taken away by an old woman, who said that she would wrap it in lime and preserve it well.

In addition, everyone also found a relief of a dragon head on the wall of Liuping.

The people of Liuping had no idea what was going on, but Yang Meng confirmed what he was thinking.

This thing appeared in both places the Black Armored Army passed through.

How did they do it?

Yang Meng looked at the relief and felt as if Longyan was staring at him with a steady and majestic gaze.

He shuddered subconsciously.

After Yang Meng entered the city, he began to reorganize the rural defense. Originally, after the Zhao army entered Liuping, they forced local men to join the army to expand the army. Now that Zhao Guangzhi was defeated and died, some people escaped back that night and were reunited by Yang Meng, preparing to take over the next unowned land.

He Lingchuan observed secretly and saw that they were busy in an orderly manner, so he returned to Jucheng with Dong Rui.

On the way, Dong Rui asked him: "We caught Liu and Zhao and killed them with a knife, so why do we have to hand them over to the villagers for execution?"

"Since we are doing something, we must achieve results. Why should we do good things in obscurity?" The horse almost stepped on a squirrel that jumped out from the roadside. With a puff, He Lingchuan patted the horse's neck to comfort it, "Besides, I want to see their attitude towards the evildoers."

He has to implement the plan and observe the results at the same time so that he can adjust the strategy at any time.

"manner?"

"What we are doing now is like setting fire to wet firewood. If there is a lot of moisture in the firewood, we have to increase the firepower; if there is more moisture, we will increase the firepower even more." He Lingchuan said seriously, "But if we can't even seize the opportunity for revenge, this is no longer firewood, but a stone that cannot be ignited."

It was just like when the people of Liuping first saw Zhao Guangzhi tonight. Even though the latter was tied up like a dumpling, they still didn't dare to look up at him.

Long-term terror and high pressure may inspire fighting spirit, but it may also foster servility.

Some mud can never be propped up against the wall. When encountering such a situation, He Lingchuan must adjust his strategy.

Dong Rui asked again: "So what do you see now?"

He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'm lucky. I found what I wanted to see most from them."

"Does the blood still exist?"

“And hatred of suffering.”

As long as there is still a glimmer of fire in your heart, even if it is dim now, who dares to say that it will not shine brightly one day?
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After being away for many days, the two went to a pub first when they returned to the city, ordered a big bowl of vegetarian noodles with sour bamboo shoots to fill their stomachs, and then started drinking and listening to jokes.

It must be said that the drinks in these two taverns in Jucheng are average, but the noodles are quite good. The young bamboo shoots are just the right amount of sour, with some spicy sauce, shredded radish, and sliced ​​mushrooms, and the marinade is poured over the hand-rolled noodles.

The noodles are slurpy and add a touch of chewiness.

After drinking a bowl of it, you can sweat even in the slightly chilly early spring.

Then you can heat up some wine and eat it with the sautéed snails and diced lotus root.

The tavern was full before evening, and everyone was eating and drinking while listening to the storyteller tell stories.

He Lingchuan had never heard any of the three stories tonight, but each one was more interesting than the last. The last one was about a young woodcutter who encountered a beautiful ghost in a deserted mountain. It was full of details from beginning to end, and the fight between the ghosts was exciting. Dong Rui listened attentively and even ordered two more plates of diced pork with sauce.

He also muttered: "When Old Master told this story before, I didn't think it was so good."

The story was told by Fu Liushan, but the storyteller was not Fu Liushan. Instead, he was hired by the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce and underwent several days of training before taking up the job.

"It's very vivid and has a lot of twists and turns." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "I've read the book. This storyteller surnamed Xue didn't follow the book completely. He added some extra details."

But the performance was well done, vivid and lively, with one person even playing two roles.

If you want to make money with your mouth, you have to be good at talking. When telling stories about ancient people, drinkers often interrupted, asking questions, finding faults, or asking questions in a probing way. Xue opened his mouth and responded quickly.

If the drinkers are satisfied with what he said, they will give him some money to soothe his throat.

The two of them had been in the tavern for an hour without realizing it. They drank several bottles of wine and had two or three rounds of snacks.

He Lingchuan was busy with work and seldom spent time like this, which showed that this Xue guy was really good at speaking.

It is true that there are top talents in every profession.

Dong Rui was also very satisfied with what he heard, but then he remembered, "He didn't tell us any of our past stories."

"It's better to go for the kidneys than the heart. Those who specialize in the lower three ways are the most attractive." He Lingchuan had to admit that Fu Liushan's words made sense. "We can just carry our private goods in here and tell others occasionally so as not to cause resentment."

At this time, the storyteller was also drinking tea to relax his throat and eating two kumquats. At this time, the waiter came over with a tray and shouted:
"The guests by the window are watching and rewarding, half a coin!"

Guests usually don't go out with hundreds of copper coins, so half a tael of silver is placed on the tray.

Even though the money had to be distributed to the tavern, the storyteller was greatly encouraged and expressed his gratitude repeatedly.

The guest at the window immediately said, "Tell us about the Bejia in the west! And the story about the burning of the Heavenly Palace you mentioned last time, I only heard the second half."

"You really know how to order!" The storyteller put down his cup and sat back in front of the audience leisurely. "Bejia is a rare powerful country in the world. The land there produces abundant harvests of everything. The river flowing in it is not water, but honey! Take a sip, it's sweet."

Dong Rui interrupted: "Why not wine? We can save some money on wine if we go."

(End of this chapter)