The first thousand two hundred and forty-nine chapters
Chapter 1,249 Everyone loves you
Yang Xuan didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth curled up in amusement.
Seeing Yang Xuan's silence, those people quickly ran away.
But just when they ran about ten meters away, there was a sudden sound of whooshing through the air from behind.
Those people only felt something hit them hard on the back of their heads, and then their vision went dark and they knew nothing.
Yang Xuan shrugged, then leisurely rode his tall horse towards the direction of the fire ahead.
After Yang Xuan walked away, one of the people lying on the ground endured the huge pain in the back of his head. He carefully opened his eyes and found that several of his companions had brains burst and were already dead.
When he was sure that Yang Xuan had gone far and would not look back, the man quickly got up from the ground and ran for his life in the opposite direction, secretly glad that he had escaped.
But this person actually thinks too much.
Yang Xuan, who was riding on a tall horse, knew every move he made.
With Yang Xuan's skills, if he really wanted all these minions to go see the King of Hell, how could they fail?
The reason why that man escaped by luck was actually because Yang Xuan did it on purpose.
On the one hand, he has said before that he can give one of these people a chance to live.
But this is secondary. Credit, like swearing to God, is only useful if it can absolutely not harm one's own interests.
Those who risk their lives for an illusory credit regardless of the circumstances are indeed admirable. They are all heroes worthy of respect.
But Yang Xuan never thought that he was a great hero. In his dictionary, ordering was only to achieve his own goals, and everything else was nonsense.
Tibet has extremely special landforms and retains its original features to a large extent.
So there are many natural caves here.
The Guizha tribe can definitely be regarded as one of the most powerful and influential forces among the many outer sect forces of the Red Sect.
There are more than a dozen large and small caves where they are stationed. These caves may look ordinary on the outside, but they are connected in all directions inside. Coupled with some basic improvements, they are equivalent to a hidden city in the heart of the mountain.
This area is dominated by the Red Sect, and the other forces are nominally members of the Red Sect. In a sense, they are actually all one family.
Therefore, there has been no fighting or war here for a long time, and the warning has become a dispensable decoration.
Yang Xuan rode a tall horse to a campfire and saw two people on duty sleeping soundly back to back.
Yang Xuan shouted at the two of them. They opened their eyes sleepily and saw an unfamiliar face in front of them, and they suddenly became more vigilant.
"who are you!"
The two of them pulled out their machetes from their waists with a swish. The most taboo thing here was the intrusion of outsiders. If outsiders discovered their existence, they would definitely not be left alive.
"Don't be nervous, I'm here to deliver a letter."
Yang Xuan took out a sealed envelope from his arms and joked to the two of them, "The two countries are at war. If Bu Zhan comes, you should quickly put that thing away. I am a timid person."
"The messenger?"
The two of them looked at Yang Xuan warily, and their expressions couldn't help but change.
In this highly information-based era, things like letters have long become obsolete in the long history of history.
Even for this relatively isolated place, original correspondence is a rarity.
But this does not mean that letters have completely disappeared here.
Today's highly developed informatization can provide countless conveniences to mankind, but it also has some disadvantages.
These disadvantages can be ignored by most ordinary people, but for some particularly important information, they are very fatal.
The disadvantage is that information transmitted using radio waves is at risk of being deciphered and intercepted.
Although the probability of this risk is minimal, if it involves some important information, it may lead to catastrophe once it is intercepted.
Therefore, some important information is still conveyed through the most original letters.
In other words, as long as this most primitive letter appears, apart from certain traditions and rituals, it means that it contains extremely important information!
However, these two people were also very alert. The person in front of them looked like they were from outside. How could an outsider send a letter to them?
Looking at the vigilant expressions of the two, Yang Xuan could also guess what they were thinking, and said lazily, "Why are you thinking so much? You will know if this letter is true or false."
With that said, Yang Xuan casually threw the envelope in his hand towards the two of them.
When the two took it and took a look, their expressions suddenly changed. They quickly knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison, "I welcome the saint!"
Yang Xuan was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and said, "I'm a normal person, so there's no need to be so polite. Let your leader come out and speak quickly."
When Xiong Luguang enveloped the letter before, Linque specially used a red pen to draw a blood-red lotus pattern on the envelope that was as big as an egg and had a weird shape.
He told Yang Xuan that this was the unique mark of the saint. Seeing the mark was like the saint's presence, a bit like a token of ancient emperors. As long as the outer sect members saw this pattern, even the leader would have to kneel down and salute.
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Although the Saintess is only a fictitious position and does not have any real power, after all, where the level is, these outer sect members, regardless of whether they are sincere or not, do not dare to ignore this basic understanding.
Because disrespecting the Saint is disrespecting the Red Sect, and the consequences will be serious.
Yang Xuan looked at Hong Que's serious expression and thought the girl was bragging.
But when I looked at it at this time, I didn't expect that the blood-red lotus mark that represented the saintly girl of the red sect was really useful.
Yang Xuan suddenly felt like an eunuch who was responsible for conveying the imperial edict in ancient times. As soon as the edict was announced, everyone had to kneel on the ground and tremble.
The Saint of the Red Sect personally wrote a letter and had it delivered in the middle of the night. This was definitely an earth-shattering event for the entire Guizha tribe.
Every few minutes, a big man with a beard would run out of the cave entrance in a panic, tying his belt in a hurry as he ran.
At first glance, it looked like he was suddenly woken up from his sleep.
"My subordinate Guizha welcomes the saint!"
The bearded man knelt on one knee on the ground, and a group of people behind him also knelt down and shouted loudly, "Welcome to the Saint!"
It was particularly interesting to see a group of people kneeling in front of me. Yang Xuan was riding a tall horse, watching this scene from a high position.
I couldn't help but jokingly said, "My dear friends, you don't need to be too polite, just stay calm."