(I have modified the last few sentences of the previous chapter, but it will not affect it. You can read it or not. The next chapter will be at 8 o'clock in the evening.)

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Su Li left seven letters.

He asked Xu Yourong to pass on two of the letters to Chen Changsheng, one for his daughter, and one for the child who had just started learning sword in the blacksmith shop at the foot of Lishan. He also prepared a letter for Qiushanjun, but Qiushanjun calmly rejected it.

There are two other letters delivered to two places through the most common postal route.

One of the letters was sent to a manor outside Hanqiu City.

Wanliu Garden, there are 30,000 cold-resistant cherry willows planted in the garden.

Zhu Luo is the leader of the Jueqing Sect, the head of the Zhu family, the former friend of the late emperor, and the storm of all directions. No matter which identity he has, he can have a life that ordinary people cannot imagine. This manor, which still has a green color in the cold winter, is a clear proof.

There was a guest in this manor today. He was a very fat old man. He sat in the round Taishi Chair. His fat waist was like water over the river embankment and flowed down a lot. So the bright yellow belt was also highlighted more clearly.

The fat old man had kind-hearted eyes, his squinting eyes were filled with calmness and gentleness, and his face was full of festiveness. He looked like the most ordinary rich man in the countryside. However, he could sit against a big man like Zhu Luo, and he could imagine that his identity and origin must be extraordinary. In today's manor, except for thousands of cold willows and snow, he could not see anyone again, or even the fat old man's visit, and of course, it was also related to the letter placed on the table between the two at this time.

"When will that woman die..." The fat old man smiled and said, but when he talked about the word "woman", he paused unexpectedly. The smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and the word "woman" was even more unheard. "There are arrangements on the starry sky. As for when to go to Kyoto, we have to wait for news."

Zhu Luo frowned slightly, not very satisfied with this sentence, and said, "No matter how you look at it, your strength is still a bit insufficient."

The fat old man sighed and said, "If you want to do a big thing, you must have great power. The Baidi and his wife will definitely watch the wall. In fact, our best choice is Su Li."

When talking about Su Li's name, neither he nor Zhu Luo looked at the letter on the table.

Zhu Luo was silent for a moment and said, "Su Li is indeed very strong."

At that time, Su Li was seriously injured in Xunyang City and had never fought with him, but he had to admit that by virtue of strength alone, it is difficult to find someone stronger than Su Li in the world.

The word power in this conversation is naturally not the ordinary power that ordinary people understand, but refers to the purest and most terrifying combat power.

"The black robe has been laid out for many years. On the snowy field of the Demon Realm, more than 100,000 iron cavalry and wolf cavalry, more than ten demon generals, and three giants joined forces to suppress him, and even let him escape. He then returned south and washed his sword again by the useless man. I believe he had some understanding again. The peak of thousands of feet is probably one foot closer to the starry sea, which is indeed extremely strong."

The fat old man sighed and said: "At that time, many people, including me, thought that he had the best chance to kill that woman, but he refused to do it. Now, if he had his help, the possibility of killing that woman would be increased by 30%, but he was a bit disgusted with him but left at this time."

Zhu Luo said expressionlessly: "I will kill him once in Xunyang City at the request of His Majesty the Pope. How could he join us? How could he send me this letter?"

While the two were talking, they didn't look at the letter on the table. In fact, they were always on the letter. They mentioned it at this time, and their eyes finally fell.

In the quiet winter garden, no abnormal changes occurred, but the sound of golden swords and iron horses faintly sounded in the cold wind.

Looking at the letter, the fat old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if a slit of a snow-white steamed bun was cut out by a knife. The light was burning in the middle, and he was extremely alert.

Then he looked up at Zhu Luo, as if asking, should this letter be removed or not?

Zhu Luo's expression was very serious and he didn't speak for a long time.

The fat old man could sense the strangeness in this letter, and he could naturally see through it with his cultivation level.

He knew 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 in the world of cultivation and is generally recognized as incredible strength in swordsmanship, he is still a junior, and for various reasons, his name has never been included in this ranks.

He wrote such a letter to Zhu Luo to tell the entire continent that as long as he is willing, he can cut down the so-called storm in all directions with one sword at any time.

If it were the peak of hundreds of years ago, even decades ago, even a year ago, Zhu Luo would smile indifferently, then take apart the envelope and see the sharpness on the paper, so that he would not fall into the reputation of all directions of storm.

But now he is a little hesitant.

Because he suffered serious injuries in Xunyang City, he has not fully recovered until now.

The injuries came from Wang Po's iron sword, Liu Qing's dark sword, and the thousands of lights in Chen Changsheng's sword sheath. The worst injuries came from the saint's journey thousands of miles away.

The more important reason is that as Wang Po said in Xunyang City, he is already old.

Su Li once mentioned with a ridicule that he can die now, but cannot be defeated.

He is the towering tree of the Jueqing Sect and the Zhu family.

All the people of Tianliang County except the Liang Palace need his protection.

What if he loses?

The winter garden is very quiet, with tens of thousands of cold-resistant willows in the distance waiting patiently for the arrival of spring in the cold wind.

The fat old man was also very patient and just looked at Zhu Luo calmly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Luo finally made the decision and took a deep breath.

The wind suddenly rose in the winter garden, and tens of thousands of willows swayed in the wind, as if cheering and waving their hands in fear.

There was no sign of hesitation on Zhu Luo's face, only indifference and cold arrogance were seen.

The strongest man who once broke into the snow field with one sword, even if he was injured, how could he be scared by a letter?

His hand fell on the letter, very stable, and then tore it apart.

A sword light burst out from the opening of the envelope, illuminating his face very pale.

The sword light was so bright that the winter day above the winter garden became dim, with heavy willow smoke. It was clear that the whole field was like dusk.

A sword light emerged from Zhu Luo's pupils. This sword light did not come from an envelope, but from his world.

With a clang, the Yuehua sword left the sheath and slashed towards the sword intent that broke out from the envelope.

I could only hear countless deafening sounds of collision, and the wind was blowing in the Wanliu Garden, and tens of thousands of cold willows were swaying.

A bright moon comes from the north, hanging in the sky of the winter garden, and will drive away the dark night that has not arrived.

The sword intent from the envelope ignored it and instantly shone brightly. Everything that came into contact with, whether it was true or false, was burning!

The cold willow suddenly ignited, the ice pool shattered, and countless flames soared into the sky, like firebirds.

Golden Crow leaves the mountain!
Chapter completed!