It's clear in the mirror. No wonder the master has to be cautious and test it. It's hard to predict the human heart from the belly, let alone more than a hundred years later.
He Lingchuan took a sip of hot water and recalled his conversation with Fang Canran in the afternoon.
Generally speaking, if descendants do not agree with the ideals of their ancestors, they will not keep the ancestral signet ring on their hands, nor will they remember the year when it was cast so clearly - this is mostly the result of their parents' advice.
But He Lingchuan still didn't know what Fang Canran himself was thinking.
The mirror asked: "If you weren't sure, why did you test him?"
"Because, I still have to find a way to find some help." He Lingchuan sighed, "The current situation is too difficult."
As a pure outsider, his goal is too difficult, and his plan is also too difficult. He needs a good helper who knows Lingxu City well.
But he was not sure whether Fang Canran was such a person.
Ancestors are ancestors, and Fang Canran is Fang Canran. Individuals inherit the relics of their ancestors, but they may not inherit their will.
Time is the end of all beliefs.
Once He Lingchuan makes a wrong judgment, what awaits him may be a devastating disaster.
"Let's take a closer look. Today's contact is at least a good start."
He sat down to meditate and adjust his breath, and it took him two hours to finish.
He Lingchuan played the flute for a while longer, then took out the small town dreamland that Dunyuan had found for him, placed it on his pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.
…
As soon as he entered Panlong City, he stood under the Juluo tree.
The tree is green and swaying in the wind. It is already taller and taller than other street trees by the river.
He patted the tree: "When will another golden leaf grow for me?"
Ju Luoshu naturally ignored it.
Instead, the weird head on the tree shouted: "Hey, what are you talking about with a tree? Where is my dreamland?"
"You can see it when you go out." He Lingchuan took it off the branch, shook it twice, and found that it became lighter again.
No matter how erratic the monster head is in reality, coming and going freely, in Panlong City, it can only be hung on a branch of a Juluo tree. If He Lingchuan doesn't pick it up, it won't be able to move.
"Why would someone collect dreams?" He Lingchuan wondered, "They are not dream demons."
Chapter completed!