After seeing Jiang Shenglin off, Zhu Yanyin thought over their conversation carefully and felt more and more that he was connected to the martial arts world. Maybe he and Li Sui were really good friends for many years... No, they were old acquaintances.
He took the feather duster from the bedside and waved it twice, trying to find some traces of the former hero. As luck would have it, Zhao Mingchuan just happened to push the door open at this time, and asked in surprise: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Zhu Yanyin looked at him calmly: "It's so dusty, it made me cough, dust it off."
"This is already the cleanest inn in the city." Zhao Mingchuan poured him a glass of warm water. "The only place better than Fumanmen is probably Wanren Palace."
Zhu Yanyin took the opportunity to ask: "Looking at Divine Doctor Jiang's reaction just now, does Brother Ming Chuan also think that my relationship with Wanren Palace is not simple?"
“… I can’t say for sure.” After being brainwashed by rumors for the past two days, Zhao Mingchuan actually began to doubt his life. In addition, he had just received another letter, which was clearly stamped with the wax seal of the Wulin Alliance. It was written by the Alliance leader Wan Zhuyun himself, saying that he wanted to ask Zhu Yanyin to come forward and invite Palace Master Li of Wanren Palace to come to the meeting hall in three days to discuss the matter of defeating the Demon Cult with the other heroes.
Zhu Yanyin felt his ears begin to ring: "I go to ask Palace Master Li? But I don't even know where Wanren Palace is. Is it in Wuquan Mountain outside the city?"
Zhao Mingchuan corrected: "Wanren Palace is not on the top of the mountain. It is an underground palace passed down hundreds of years ago."
Zhu Yanyin wondered: "Why is the underground palace called Wanren? Isn't the word Wanren often used to describe a high and steep mountain?"
Zhao Mingchuan: "... I don't know, maybe it's because I dug too deep?"
Zhu Yanyin: That’s fine too. You people in the martial arts world really don’t read books. You are so unruly!
But whether the Wanren Palace built underground is qualified to be called Wanren Palace is obviously not the focus of the two people. The focus is that the handwritten letter from the leader of the martial arts world has been delivered, so how to respond next.
Zhu Yanyin had just entered the martial arts world. Although he was not very skilled, he was very brave. So he took the initiative to ask, "Should I go meet that Palace Master Li?"
Zhao Mingchuan quickly dissuaded him: "Why not write a letter first and try your luck?"
Zhu Yanyin thought about it and agreed.
So he took out a mahogany lacquer box from the cabinet. When he opened it, a fragrant aroma filled his nose. Zhao Mingchuan looked at it curiously: "Is this peach blossom paper?"
"It's Spring Breeze Paper, which is more valuable than Peach Blossom Paper." Zhu Yanyin handed him a piece. "When the light shines through, you can see the faint floral patterns, which resemble the spring scenery in March in the south of the Yangtze River. If I use it to write a letter to an old friend, it will just fit the old poem: I'll give you a branch of spring."
Zhu Yanyin's handwriting was elegant and graceful, which matched the spring scenery in March. Since he was still unsure about the situation, he did not express his true feelings too fiercely in the letter, reminiscing about the past that did not exist. He only elaborated on the request of the leader Wan and asked Li Sui if he was willing to go to the Wulin League to have a talk.
"Is that all?" Zhu Yanyin handed over the envelope.
Zhao Mingchuan was unsure: "Let's try this first." No matter how cruel Palace Master Li was, he would not turn against me because of a letter. At most, he would pretend not to have seen it. It would not be a big loss.
Thus, this letter filled with the fragrance of flowers, wrapped in the spring of Jiangnan and the uneasy mood of Mr. Zhu, was sent to Wanren Palace.
Li Sui leaned back on the stone chair and asked, "What did you write?"
Jiang Shenglin: "I invite you to go to the Wulin League to discuss matters."
Li Sui looked at the pink letter and frowned in disgust: "Has the Wulin Alliance become so effeminate?"
Jiang Shenglin smiled, "It was sent by Second Young Master Zhu. He is a prominent family in Jiangnan, so his food, clothing and daily expenses are naturally extravagant. When I was treating him, the remuneration he offered was enough to buy a piece of snowy plain in the northeast. This letter was written on behalf of Alliance Leader Wan, saying that all sects will gather in the meeting hall in three days. Why don't you go and take a look?"
Li Sui snorted disdainfully, neither saying he would go nor not going.
…
Zhu Yanyin waited with great anticipation for two days, but received no reply from Wanren Palace. The fire in his heart that was blazing was extinguished, and he asked listlessly, "How should I explain this to Alliance Leader Wan?"
Zhao Mingchuan comforted him, saying that the leader wrote to you just to think of other options and did not mean to force you to invite Palace Master Li. I will reply to him later, it is not a big deal.
Zhu Yanyin asked again: "Can I still participate in the Wulin League's meetings?"
"Of course." Zhao Mingchuan nodded. "You and I will go together tomorrow. I believe Dr. Jiang will be there too. We can discuss with him about going north to seek medical treatment."
Zhu Xiaosui got a headache when he heard about the martial arts conference, but Zhu Yanyin was very excited. He sat on the bed and pondered, in order to attend such a grand occasion, I should wear a neat set of short clothes, a fine ancient sword, and show some heroic spirit, so that I can better integrate into the entire martial arts world.
Zhu Xiaosui: That’s not necessary!
Finally, she wore Yunjin. The belt and cuffs were embroidered with light peach blossoms, and the incense in her purse was also peach blossoms, light and elegant.
Zhu Xiaosui straightened his clothes, feeling rather resentful. My young master was so spotless and elegant, but he had to go to such a smoky martial arts conference to be watched in vain. I didn't know if those barbarians would draw their swords and fight each other on the spot. Alas.
Zhu Yanyin stood in front of the mirror, turned back and forth, with the hem of his clothes flying like snow, and asked, "Wouldn't it be a little weird to wear this?"
Zhu Xiaosui answered firmly, "Didn't you always dress like this in the past? What's so strange about it? Nothing can be more normal than this. If you insist on saying it's weird, then wearing a short armor with a long sword is weird. If the master knew about this, he would be furious."
Zhu Yanyin persuaded him kindly: "If you don't tell me, my father won't know."
Zhu Xiaosui was unmoved: "No, the master told me before we set out that I must tell you everything, no matter how big or small."
Zhu Yanyin: Okay, okay, I won’t wear it.
…
The Wulin Alliance's meeting hall is in the west of the city.
Many people had gathered in the courtyard long ago, and were discussing in low voices the matter of "Alliance Master Wan personally writing the invitation letter". Doesn't this further prove the extraordinary status of Mr. Zhu? Everything is connected, and it all fits!
So when Zhu Yanyin and Zhao Mingchuan walked into the yard, a new round of commotion broke out. Everyone squeezed forward, trying to strike up a conversation and establish relationships. Those who couldn't get to the front row raised their hands and waved them in the back row, with bright smiles on their faces. Some warriors even tried to fly over the heads of their companions. Order was out of control for a while.
"Young Master!" Zhu Xiaosui was blocked outside the courtyard by the crowd and stood on tiptoe anxiously calling him, "Walk slower!"
Zhu Yanyin also wanted to slow down, but there were too many people around him, and his feet were almost not touching the ground as he rushed forward. Even Zhao Mingchuan could not protect him. He stretched out his arms hurriedly, but only had time to grab a strand of snow-white clothes.
"My dear brother!"
"Brother Ming Chuan!"
He was shouting at the top of his lungs, and the scene was almost like a tragedy. If it was seen by ordinary people who were not aware of the situation, they would probably be so moved that they would shed tears on the spot.
Li Sui stood alone on the roof, watching the farce in the courtyard coldly. It was not that he did not want to join forces with the Wulin Alliance, but he did not want to join forces with the Wulin Alliance that seemed so brainless. The spies of the Demon Cult were almost all over the city, but this group of people were still vying to shout "Master Zhu". Rather than saying it was a martial arts sect, it was more like an old woman on the stage trying to open her voice. How could he be so full of himself that he was persuaded by Jiang Shenglin to participate in the martial arts conference of this bunch of rubbish
Thinking of this, Palace Master Li put his hands behind his back and swung his sleeves, wanting to leave.
As a result, the swing of his sleeves was a little too big and was seen by the people below.
"Palace Master Li!"
"… "
The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked up, staring at Li Sui on the roof in shock.
The northwest wind came at the right time, with a terrifying roar, blowing the wide sleeves of the robe up into the sky.
The yellow sand makes the sunlight dim by one point.
The world became increasingly quiet and chaotic.
Li Sui has naturally sharp eyebrows and eyes, a high nose and thin lips. As long as he doesn't smile, he looks like a knife tempered with blood and frost. Coupled with the environment at that time full of ghosts and wolves howling, the temperament of a murderer is simply overwhelming.
The people in the yard were trembling, with the corners of their mouths stiffly raised, trying their best to make their faces look happy.
Li Sui's face was full of the expression "You are going to die soon".
"Palace Master Li." Wan Zhuyun heard the noise outside and personally led his men out to greet them, "Please come in."
Jiang Shenglin was also in the Wulin Alliance's team. He arrived earlier and had been drinking tea for half a day.
Li Sui had just been fed a pot of thick tonic by him in the morning, and when he recalled the strange taste, his stomach began to churn again. It was said that there were still a lot of the same medicinal materials in the warehouse, all sent by the second son Zhu, enough for more than ten strong men to make soup and drink it for three or five months. There was no other way, because the wealthy families in Jiangnan were rich.
Thinking of this, his eyes swept across the abrupt white spot in the crowd and he snorted mercilessly.
Zhu Yanyin: “…”
The atmosphere in the courtyard was weird, mainly because Palace Master Li looked so much like the devil himself. It felt like everyone present didn't need to go to Northeast Snow City, and could just draw their swords and start a crusade on the spot.
The genius doctor had to put on a fake smile and called out gently, "Palace Master Li."
Didn't we agree to go to Northeast China together? Why are you still standing there? Come down quickly!
For Jiang Shenglin's sake, Li Sui finally flew into the yard.
The whole world breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhu Yanyin, who did not belong to the underworld, also breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason.
However, before he could get back to Zhao Mingchuan, something pitch black suddenly flew towards him... Not knowing what it was, he instinctively reached out to grab it, only to find that it was a cloak.
Palace Master Li’s cloak.
Just before he entered the house, he casually untied it and threw it aside. His original intention was to cover up the large, unsightly white bunch so as to avoid the recollection of the sour and bitter tonic taste. But logically speaking, how could Zhu Yanyin and the people in the martial arts world guess the tortuous and strange reason behind this
This is basically how everyone's psychological activities work.
Zhu Yanyin: Ah, I was not on guard at all. Why did he throw the cloak to me? Does throwing a cloak have any special meaning in the martial arts world? How should I respond elegantly and appropriately? Did you really know each other before
Other sects: Palace Master Li actually gave the cloak to Master Zhu. He must have been afraid that the northwest wind would dirty his snow-white and light clothes. In front of so many people, he did not hide his concern at all. I knew that the relationship between these two people must be complicated!
So everyone came forward to help, enthusiastically shaking out the black cloak and putting it on Master Zhu II on the spot.