After the immortal disappeared

"I think we can go back and have a look." He Chunhua whispered, "I heard that there are many forces rushing to the Panlong Desert, and everyone wants to try their luck in seizing the treasure. Based on our understanding of the Panlong Desert, maybe we can go there There will be more to gain.”

Without waiting for Nai Luotian to speak, he continued: "After I left the Panlong Ruins last time, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't explain it."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"If the Dafang Pot really appears, I need your help. You also want to get this treasure, right?" Every god seems to be moved by the mention of the Dafang Pot.

"so what?"

"You can't come twice in a short period of time, can you? Why don't you leave Chuan'er first and not be busy with the divine coming." He Chunhua said tightly, "Good steel should be used on the blade, let's go to Panlong Desert to talk about it."

"Aren't you going to the south to put down the rebellion?"

"No conflict." He Chunhua thought quickly, "I will make appropriate arrangements."

Nai Luotian sneered a few times: "Are you trying to delay the coming of the gods?"

Mortals are like ink, and they like to be petty.

"It's not harmful to you!" He Chunhua bit the bullet and said, "It's about public and private matters. My suggestion is good, isn't it?"

Nai Luotian snorted.

It was silent for a long time. He Chunhua didn't know whether it was deducing or calculating, and he was a little worried.

Then, Naraku Genius said slowly: "This trip to the Panlong Ruins may have a lot of changes."

He Chunhua had to pay attention to the warning from the God of Destiny: "Honored God, where are the variables?"

"Unknowable." Nai Luotian said these three words with a solemn tone, "I have long discovered that the calculations related to divine objects such as the Dafang Pot are unknowable."

It then added: "But judging from your fate, it is getting better and better, and the chance of disaster is very small. So, it doesn't hurt for you to go."

To put it simply, He Chunhua not only should not die, but may actually benefit from this trip to Panlong.

He Chunhua was overjoyed: "The God is wise!"

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it must have been a month.

Nai Luotian said again: "This time the gods descend, I also have to make some preparations." Nian Songyu's experience last time when he invited the gods had already aroused its vigilance:

The big square pot is dangerous.

Although it couldn't predict for itself, it still felt something ominous, a warning from "destiny".

However, high returns inevitably come with high risks. If you want to get a big square pot, how can you not take any risks?

Other characters and other gods, with their fate unknown, are still fighting for the Dafang Pot. Are they afraid?

What's more, the worst thing to lose is the clone, not its true self.

He Chunhua asked: "What does the Lord plan to do, and how can I cooperate?"

"The lost treasure of the Heavenly Palace is related to the square pot. I happen to know a little secret." Nai Luotian smiled coldly, "If anyone dares to plot against me, he will definitely be in bad luck!"

The following words were so eerie that He Chunhua shuddered subconsciously.

Nai Luotian said again: "You just need to act according to the plan."

How could its backhand be known to mortals?

He Chunhua waited for a long time, but Nai Luotian didn't say anything.

It has left.

He Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief before taking back all his belongings and opening the doors and windows for ventilation.

When the time came, he tidied up his clothes and went into the palace to persuade the king to come.

…

Anyway, he didn't have to do the evaluation work himself, he had someone to do it for him, so He Lingchuan simply walked around Yuandu until evening before Shi Shiran returned home.

After walking around like this, he discovered that the busiest street in Yuandu was quite busy, but across the road there were only ten shops and two empty shops, and grass grew in the cracks between the bricks on the roadside.

This place is not even as prosperous as the Shihuan City in his memory.

Of course, it’s hard to say whether Shi Huancheng is still in the same situation now.

There are many reasons for the decline of a country, but war must be one of the biggest bane of the Kite Kingdom.

Fortunately, some specialties are still sold here. He Lingchuan bought a lot of souvenirs and gave them to Mrs. Ying and He Yue when he got home.

Before dinner, Shan Youjun came to see him:

"Young Master, I heard about it. Butler Zhao Er, who is in charge of purchasing in the mansion, said that Sun Hongye asked him about it seven days ago."

"What are you asking?"

"He asked about purchasing ingredients."

This answer is a bit unexpected: "Lead the way."

The eldest young master suddenly came over. Butler Zhao's attitude was respectful:

"Mr. Sun? Seven or eight days ago, he came to ask me where the mutton in the house was purchased. It tasted very delicious. He also wanted to buy some and eat it himself. I said that I could report it to the mistress and ask the chef to make more. Give it to him, Mr. Sun insists not to use it."

"Then?"

"Then I introduced the sheep seller to him." Zhao Erguan said, "I don't know if he contacted me."

That was Sun Hongye's own business, so he didn't bother to ask.

"Gone?"

"That's all. From Xiazhou to here, Mr. Sun has said less than twenty sentences in total to me."

"Okay, it's none of your business." He Lingchuan thought for a while, turned around and walked out.

Shan Youjun quickly followed.

Qiu Hu came over to take a look at He Lingchuan's expression. When he saw him shaking his head, he stopped stepping forward.

Dinner was about to begin. He Lingchuan didn't want to be caught and scolded by Mrs. Ying when he left the house now, so he simply jumped out of the backyard wall.

He ignored the strange looks from passers-by and went to Niuyangzhuang with Shan Youjun to find someone.

Niuyangzhuang is a specialized slaughterhouse and the meat wholesale and transportation center of Yuandu. Lingxu City also has such a place, but the management of Yuandu is looser than that of Lingxu City. Many privately slaughtered meats are also traded here, and the officials may not catch them.

The place smells very fishy, ​​and the screams of domestic animals can often be heard in the inner row. He Lingchuan followed the introduction of Butler Zhao and found Butcher Wang in the outer row.

The outside area is where the meat is sold and weighed.

Most people's impression of a butcher is that he has a sinister face, but this man is tall and thin, and a bit dull when he is not holding a knife.

"A guest named Sun?" He chopped meat and shook his head, "I have no impression. People come and go here, and I don't remember faces very well."

He Lingchuan had no choice but to ask another question: "He should have asked about the mutton you supplied to General Changning's Mansion."

"General Changning?" Butcher Zhang thought for a long time before he let out a long, "Oh, it seems that there is. The person you mentioned came to chat with me and bought a few kilograms of mutton, haha."

Those who do wholesale here always sell half a piece, and a few kilograms is too little, so I have an impression.

He Lingchuan glanced at Shan Youjun, who handed over the broken silver: "What are you talking about?"

"Just chatting for a while, I told him that my place has a good reputation. The famous He Mansion has indeed come to order meat from me. Every month, they order pigs, cattle and sheep, and they will be bled, washed, skinned, slaughtered and sent over."

"Gone?"

"No, that's it." He is a butcher, what else can the guests talk to him about when they come to a place like this?

"What did you actually say at that time?"