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Su Li left seven letters.
He asked Xu Yourong to forward two of the letters to Chen Changsheng, one to his daughter, and the other to the kid who had just started learning swords in the blacksmith's shop at the foot of Li Mountain. A letter was prepared for Qiu Shanjun, but Qiu Shanjun calmly rejected it.
There were also two letters sent to two places by the most common postal route.
One of them was sent to a manor outside Hanqiu City.
Ten Thousand Willows Garden, where 30,000 hardy willows are planted.
Zhu Luo is the suzerain of the Unfeeling Sect, the patriarch of the Zhu family, the old friend of the late emperor, and the wind and rain in all directions. No matter what his identity is, he can have a life that ordinary people can't imagine. This manor, which is still blue in the cold winter, It is proof.
Today there is a guest in this manor, it is a very fat old man, sitting in a round grand master's chair, his fat waist drips down a lot like water overflowing a river embankment, so the bright yellow belt, It is also highlighted more clearly.
This fat old man has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his squinted eyes are full of calmness and gentleness, and his face is full of joy. He looks like the most ordinary rich man in the countryside, but he can stand up to a big man like Zhu Luo. Sitting, it is conceivable that his identity must have an extraordinary origin. In today's manor, apart from thousands of willows and snow, there is no one to see, maybe it is related to the visit of the fat old man, and of course, it is also related to the letter placed on the table between the two of them at this time .
"When will that woman die..." the fat old man said with a smile, but when he said the word "woman", he paused unexpectedly, the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and the word "female" sounded even softer. No, "Above the starry sky has its own arrangements. As for when to go to Kyoto, we have to wait for the news."
Zhu Luo frowned slightly, and seemed dissatisfied with this sentence, and said, "No matter how you look at it, the strength is still a little insufficient."
The fat old man said with emotion: "If you want to do great things, you must have great strength. The Baidi couple will definitely watch from the sidelines. In fact, our best choice is Su Li."
When Su Li's name was mentioned, neither he nor Zhu Luo glanced at the letter on the table.
Zhu Luo was silent for a moment, then said, "Su Li is indeed very strong."
At that time in Xunyang City, Su Li was seriously injured and had never fought against him, but he had to admit that in terms of strength alone, it was difficult to find someone stronger than Su Li in the world.
The word power in this conversation is naturally not the ordinary power understood by ordinary people, but refers to the purest and most terrifying combat power.
"The black robe has been arranged for many years. On the snowy field of the Demon Realm, more than 100,000 iron cavalry and wolf cavalry, more than a dozen demon generals, and the three giants joined forces to suppress him, and he was even allowed to escape. Afterwards, he returned all the way south, and the cripples washed their swords and regenerated. , I must have realized something again, the ten-thousand-foot peak, I am afraid that it is one foot closer to the sea of stars, it is indeed extremely strong."
The fat old man said with emotion: "Back then, many people, including me, thought that only he had the best chance to kill that woman, but he refused to do it. Now, with his help, the possibility of killing that woman will be reduced again. Tim Sancheng, unfortunately he left at this time."
Zhu Luo said expressionlessly: "At the request of His Majesty the Pope, I killed him once in Xunyang City. How could he join us? How could he send me this letter?"
When the two were talking, they didn't glance at the letter on the table. They were actually focused on the letter all the time. When they mentioned it at this moment, their eyes finally fell.
In the quiet winter garden, nothing happened, but the sound of gold and iron horses could be faintly heard in the slightly cold wind.
Looking at the letter, the fat old man narrowed his eyes slightly, like a slit cut by a knife in a snow-white steamed bun, during which there was a scorching light, and he was extremely vigilant.
Then he looked up at Julo, as if to ask, should this letter be opened or not
Zhu Luo's expression was very solemn, and he didn't speak for a long time.
The fat old man could sense the strangeness in this letter, so he could see through it with his cultivation level.
He knew that there was a sword hidden in the letter.
The letter is Su Li's letter, and the sword is naturally Su Li's sword.
Although Su Li has a very high seniority status in the cultivation world, and it is recognized that his swordsmanship is incredible, but compared to Bafang Fengfengfeng and the four saints, he is a junior after all, and for various reasons, his name has always been not included in this rank.
He wrote such a letter to Zhu Luo to tell the whole continent that as long as he wants, he can cut down the so-called wind and rain in all directions with one sword at any time.
If it was the heyday hundreds of years ago, no, even if it was decades ago, or even a year ago, Zhu Luo would smile indifferently when facing this letter, then open the envelope, and take a look at it. The sharpness on the paper, so that it will not fall into the prestige of wind and rain in all directions.
But now he hesitates.
Because he was seriously injured in Xunyang City, and he has not fully recovered until now.
Those injuries came from Wang Po's iron knife, Liu Qing's dark sword, and Chen Changsheng's ten thousand streams of light in the scabbard. The most serious injuries came from the saint's thousands of miles of running.
The more important reason is that, as Wang Po said in Xunyang City, he is already old.
Su Li also mentioned with a sneer that now he can die, but he cannot be defeated.
He is the towering tree of the Unfeeling Sect and Zhu Clan.
All the people in Tianliang County except Prince Liang's Mansion need his protection.
What if he loses
The winter garden is very quiet. Tens of thousands of hardy willows in the distance are patiently waiting for the arrival of spring in the cold wind.
The fat old man was also very patient, just looking at Zhu Luo calmly.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Luo finally made a decision and took a deep breath.
A gust of wind blew up in the winter garden, and tens of thousands of willows swayed in the wind, seeming to be cheering and waving their hands in fear.
There was no more hesitation on Zhu Luo's face, only indifference and arrogance.
How can the strongest human being who once ran through the snowfield with a single sword, even with old wounds, be intimidated by a letter
His hand landed on the letter, steady, and tore it open.
A sword light shot out from the breach in the envelope, illuminating his face very pale.
The sword light was so bright that the round of winter above the winter garden became dim. The heavy willows gave birth to smoke, and it was clear that it was day, but the surrounding fields fell like dusk.
A sword light came out of Zhu Luo's pupils. This sword light did not come from the envelope, but from his world.
With a choking sound, the Yuehua Sword came out of its sheath, and slashed at the sword intent bursting out of the envelope.
Countless deafening crashes could be heard, and there was a strong wind in the Wanliu Garden, tens of thousands of willows were swaying.
A bright moon comes from the north, hangs in the sky of Winter Garden, and will drive away the dark night that has not yet arrived.
The sword intent from the envelope ignored it, and instantly radiated light. Everything it came into contact with, no matter real or imaginary, burned!
The cold willow ignited suddenly, the ice pool shattered, and countless flames shot up into the sky, like fire birds.
The Golden Crow came out of the mountain!
The bright moon suddenly dimmed!