pertwk Chapter 1923 Pot City
Chapter 1923 Pot City
Chapter 1923 Pot City
"It is integrated with the entire Panlong Desert, and no one can take it out. But you are right, I do have a close relationship with the Dafang Pot—" He looked at Fang Canran and said softly, "Its relationship with me is just like its relationship with King Yuan and its relationship with Zhong Shengguang more than a hundred years ago."
Fang Canran was shocked: "You, you mean...?"
No way, that can't be what he meant, right?
"More than 170 years ago, before the fall of Yuan State, King Yuan asked your ancestor Shao Jian to take the Dafang Pot away and hand it over to Zhong Shengguang." He Lingchuan said slowly, "170 years later, although the Dafang Pot was not handed over to me, it and Panlong City taught me and accompanied me in another more covert way."
"Brother Fang, please follow me."
In broad daylight, he stepped into the Haoyuan Golden Mirror.
Fang Canran's eyelids twitched unexpectedly.
Can this mirror be moved in and out freely?
He calmed himself down and took a step inside.
Then, the scene changed:
Where is the Ziwu Club? This is clearly a large and prosperous square, with a bustling flow of people, rows of buildings, and a full atmosphere of fireworks.
"here it is?"
Suddenly, a sharp female voice came from behind: "Hey, get out of the way!"
Fang Canran subconsciously looked back and found that he was blocking the front door of a house.
A fierce woman with broom-like eyebrows walked out of the door and said coldly: "What are you doing standing at my door? Do you want to steal something?"
Fang Canran originally thought this was an illusion, but the woman's eyes were focused on him, and her fat hands were almost touching his nose.
At this time, He Lingchuan turned around, and the fat woman's face changed instantly when she saw him, and she smiled like a flower: "General Tiger Wing!"
He Lingchuan glanced down and said, "Aunt Wu, your chickens ran away again."
As she opened the door, two little yellow dots squeezed out from the crack in the door and rushed towards freedom in the distance.
Aunt Wu cried out, then started to chase the chickens.
He Lingchuan led Fang Canran forward.
Fang Canran didn't ask where this was, because he saw the thick and majestic, mountain-like city wall right in front of him!
There are two majestic characters on the wall:
Panlong!
Yes, he had seen the decisive battle between Miao Zhantian and Qian Huan in the Haoyuan Golden Mirror before, and that scene was Panlong Gucheng!
It’s this square, this city wall, and this mountain-like gate!
The only difference is that here people come and go and everything is in order, while in the lonely city there are only ruins and flames of war left.
"Panlong City?" Fang Canran opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. "This, this is not reality, right?"
The real Panlong City should have been buried in the yellow sand of history.
"This is Panlong City, a Panlong City that only exists in the Dafang Pot." He Lingchuan's voice came through the bustling market and reached Fang Canran's ears, "It is neither real nor imaginary."
Fang Canran didn't understand: "Then where is it?"
"It's between the two." He Lingchuan knew that a few words would not be enough to explain it, so he changed the subject. "It was Mr. Shao Jian who brought the large square pot to Zhong Shengguang, which opened up this chapter of Panlong City's history. He himself has been here many times."
Fang Canran was moved: "You met my ancestors here...?"
"That's right." He Lingchuan accompanied him to the city gate and walked through the crowded crowd. "When Mr. Shao took the Dragon Punishment Pillar from Mitian, I happened to be next to him."
In the past in Lingxu City, He Lingchuan talked about Shao Jian’s past, but he made up a very careless lie at the time, and Fang Canran could tell the difference with his knees.
Now Fang Canran knew what was going on, and subconsciously asked: "Can I... see him too?"
"I'm sorry, the history here cannot be traced back." He Lingchuan shook his head, "In the Panlong calendar of the Dafanghu, Mr. Shao Jian took over the Dragon Pillar and left Panlong City two years ago, and he has not returned since then."
He was being very euphemistic, not just "until now"? After Shao Jian took the Xinglong Pillar away, he never came back.
Fang Canran pursed his lips tightly.
When He Lingchuan approached the south gate, the guards saluted him and called him "General Tiger Wing".
My admiration is beyond words.
Fang Canran couldn't help but ask, "Are you a living person, or are you a heroic spirit here who has taken over a body from the outside world?"
"Of course I am alive, but to the citizens here, I am still a comrade-in-arms and the Tiger Wing General who protects their homes and the city."
The two of them passed through the heavy South City Gate, and Fang Canran subconsciously stroked the large stone bricks on the wall.
It was old and simple, with more than just traces of wind and frost. There were indelible black stains everywhere, and Fang Canran knew that it was blood that had solidified long ago.
He was still in a trance when the wall arched outwards and suddenly a huge dragon head appeared!
Fang Canran was startled and leaned back.
The black dragon's sharp teeth were almost touching his forehead, and he could see a red light flashing in the dragon's mouth, as if it was holding a precious pearl.
Then, the dragon head slowly moved down, and a pair of huge eyes looked at him.
He could even see his own shocked expression in the other's pale golden pupils.
"Dragon... God?"
It would be strange if he didn't recognize such an iconic appearance.
The black dragon stared at him twice, as if to confirm that he was not a threat, then turned around and swam into the wall, disappearing like diving into the water.
Fang Canran knew that this was not a real dragon, but a manifestation of magical powers.
"In Panlonggucheng, it was this dragon that caused the two powerful men to panic?" Fang Canran shook his head again, "No, that dragon is gray."
"This is the guardian beast of Panlong City, and it is driven by the Dayan Dzi Bead, which is the gem in its mouth." He Lingchuan explained, "The gray dragon in the lonely city is the shadow dragon's evil spirit left by the Dayan Dzi Bead."
"Dayan Dzi Bead?"
"These are the things that Master Qianhuan took away from here before Panlong City was destroyed."
Fang Canran's expression changed slightly: "Miao Zhantian said that he sold out Panlong City just for this gem?"
"At least this is one of the reasons." He Lingchuan did not exaggerate, "It's all in the past. Master Qianhuan took his answer to the underworld."
Fang Canran turned around again and saw the vast sky, the surging river, the golden wheat waves swaying in the wind, and a human caravan approaching slowly.
It turns out that this was the scene outside Panlong City.
He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Mr. Shao Jian also likes to stand at the gate and overlook the fields. Yes, stand where you are now."
The best viewing spot is outside the South City Gate, and many people stand here to enjoy the view.
Fang Canran subconsciously touched the city wall again. This was living history. His ancestors had also been in and out of this majestic city and witnessed the bustling city life here.
What he sees today is what his ancestors saw more than 160 years ago. It is the beauty of the world that is worth protecting with one's life.
At this moment, he understood the persistence of Shao Jian and He Lingchuan.
"Go back." He Lingchuan patted his shoulder.