Of course, I am not writing a love letter to Yun Qiyou, but I am posting hero posts widely.
To be more precise, it was a letter asking for help.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang has always been a forbidden area for human cultivators. This time, I took on the task of searching for Wu Mountain in the depths of Southern Xinjiang. If I went there alone, it would be a near-death job. I would have to find a few companions.
There are not many people who are qualified to be his companions and brave the Hundred Thousand Mountains. They must be people he trusts and they must be people with extremely high cultivation levels.
Forget about the senior brothers and sisters from Cangyun Sect, Ye Xiaochuan had no intention of going with them, so he could only ask for external help.
Ye Xiaochuan wrote several letters in succession, one to Qin Fanzhen of the Celestial Master, Liujie who should be at Kayaba Temple at present, Baili Yuan of Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, Zuo Qiu of Kunlun Xuantian Sect, and Miaowei of Tianshan Piaomiao Pavilion.
Yang Linger.
These people all fought together with him from the underworld. As for whether they could help him, Ye Xiaochuan was not sure, but these were the only people he could think of and trust.
He sealed the letter with fire lacquer and handed it to Yang Jiu, saying: "Give these letters to our Cangyun Sect's communication channel immediately and send them out as quickly as possible."
Yang Jiujiu and Gu Pan'er looked through the names in the envelopes one by one. Gu Pan'er said: "These guys all seem to have just returned from the Underworld not long ago. Why are you looking for them?"
Gu Pan'er was confused.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I'm going to do something that involves a narrow escape from death, and I need a few trustworthy helpers."
The expressions of Yang Jiujiu and Gu Pan'er changed slightly.
Yang Jiujiu stretched out his head and said, "Senior brother, what's going on? I can help you."
Ye Xiaochuan pulled her head aside and said, "If you deliver these letters to them, you will be helping me."
After pushing Yang Jiujiu and Gu Pan'er out of the room, he needed peace and quiet now. He only had one night to rest. He had to go to southern Xinjiang early tomorrow morning to find the Wushan Jade Cave.
The magic of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang is extremely terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is the wild giant monster in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which is much more terrifying than the beast monsters in the black forest in northern Xinjiang.
The key is that there is no map. Fengyi only said that the map may be in the hands of the Wu tribe in southern Xinjiang, but the Wu tribe has disappeared for countless years. It is unknown whether it can be found and whether it can be found before the catastrophe.
Yang Jiujiu and Gu Pan'er walked out of Ye Xiaochuan's room, holding a few letters. The two women looked at each other.
The two of them were scratching their heads and wanted to see what was written on the letter, but it was burned with paint by Ye Xiaochuan and made it difficult to open it.
Gu Pan'er rolled his eyes and said, "Nineteen, do you want to see why your junior senior brother writes letters to these young masters?"
Yang Jiu said: "Think about it, I have never seen my young senior brother with such a solemn expression and such a lack of confidence. It seems that what he said about his narrow escape must be true."
Gu Pan'er whispered: "Follow me."
The two of them walked to Gu Pan'er's room in the yard next door. Gu Pan'er took a letter and gently baked the red paint on it on the candle for a while. After it softened a bit, he gently opened the brand with a knife.
The movement was very light, and the fire paint mark was not destroyed.
She pulled out the letterhead from the envelope and saw a few lines of crooked writing on it.
"I am going to the depths of the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang to find the Wushan Jade Slip Hidden Cave. I will wait for seven days at Yulong Village in southern Xinjiang, Ye Xiaochuan."
After seeing the above words, both Gu Pan'er and Yang Jiu's expressions changed.
"Senior brother, are you going to the Shiwanda Mountain in southern Xinjiang?"
The two of them could hardly believe their eyes. How dangerous was Southern Xinjiang? Countless cultivators who went to Southern Xinjiang to practice in ancient times were never heard from again. Why did Ye Xiaochuan go to Southern Xinjiang to look for the Wushan Jade Slip Hidden Cave?
Or go to the depths of Shiwanda Mountain!
Gu Pan'er followed the same example and gently opened the two letters. The words inside were almost exactly the same.
Gu Pan'er put a letter in his hand on the table and said, "This guy is going to Southern Xinjiang. Why doesn't he look for Cangyun disciples, but these expatriate disciples?"
Yang Jiujiu thought for a while and said: "Maybe the younger brother doesn't trust me. After all, the remnants of the four major corpse-expelling families have hid in Shiwanda Mountain. The younger brother doesn't know if any of his friends around him have the remnants of the Thousand Faces Sect who are hiding in disguise."
It’s done.”
Gu Pan'er nodded slightly, it was really possible.
She stuffed the letters into the envelope one by one, sealed them with wax, and said: "Nineteen, please send someone to deliver these letters immediately without delay."
While having dinner, the drunk Taoist looked at Ye Xiaochuan and then at Yang Jiu, feeling that the two disciples were very strange tonight and didn't talk much.
When he was about to finish eating, Ye Xiaochuan said: "Master, I am leaving Cangyun tomorrow and will be back in a few months."
The drunk Taoist said: "Oh, what can I do when you come down the mountain?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "It's no big deal."
The drunk Taoist said: "The world is not very stable now, but you are of good moral character. If you are careful, you should be fine. Remember to come back when you have finished your work and don't cause trouble in the world."
Yang Jiu raised his head and stopped talking.
After dinner, Ye Xiaochuan returned to the room, took a hot bath, then took out the edgeless sword, took a rag, and gently wiped the blade of the edgeless sword under the candlelight.
The ghostly writings on it were still full of ancient and vicissitudes of life, and the cold feeling that seemed to be inherent in it made Ye Xiaochuan's heart gradually calm down.
There were too many things going on, catastrophe was just around the corner, and Senior Sister Yun's Seven-Orificed Exquisite Heart was not known to be cured. Ye Xiaochuan felt that the pressure on his body did not lessen after Senior Sister Yun learned the truth, but instead became heavier.
The drunk Taoist stood at Ye Xiaochuan's window, watching his eldest disciple wiping the edgeless sword with a heavy expression on his face, his pale brows furrowed tightly.
He turned around and walked to the door of Yang Jiujiu's room. He knocked a few times. Yang Jiujiu opened the door and saw his master, saying: "Master, it's so late, why don't you take a rest?"
The drunk Taoist stretched his head and took a look inside. Yang Jiu seemed to be packing his things, as if he was about to go on a long trip.
He frowned and said: "You want to go down the mountain too? What on earth are you and Xiaochuan hiding from my master?" Seeing that his conspiracy was exposed, Yang Jiu dragged the drunk Taoist into the room and whispered: "Master, little senior brother today
I sent a letter to the righteous disciples who had just returned from the Sea of Hell a while ago, saying that they were going to the depths of the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang to find the Wushan Jade Slip Hidden Cave, and that there was a narrow escape from death.
Sir, senior brother has no intention of taking the Cangyun Sect disciples there, so I plan to follow quietly. Southern Xinjiang is very dangerous, and there are many people and helpers, right?"
The drunk Taoist didn't hear anything else, he only heard "Wushan Jade Slip Hidden Cave".
Swords from Northern Xinjiang and jade slips from Southern Xinjiang. How could a drunk Taoist not know this secret?
He asked: "What's going on?" Yang Jiujiu shook his head and said: "I don't know either. Ever since my junior brother came back this afternoon, he suddenly said that he wanted to do something that would lead to a narrow escape. It seems that he still has to go.
That's not possible. Master, if you want the specific situation, just ask your junior brother yourself."