Chapter 422: She had been waiting for three hundred years for the bowl of ice cream he promised her.
"This brat is finally willing to hand over a letter. It's really worrying for him to be such an adult."
Wen Renping muttered to himself, but his movements in his hands were unambiguous, and he opened the envelope in twos and twos.
"Look, who is written about? Did you mention me?"
Yu Hongxiu impatiently put her head together and gestured with the words on it with her little hands.
When he saw the familiar handwriting on the letter, he changed his lazy look, and his eyes suddenly turned slightly red. He covered his lips and turned his head away.
"When did he say he would be back?"
The letter paper was snatched away by Yu Hongxiu. Wen Renping felt helpless and could only hold his cheek and follow in a hurry.
"I didn't tell you the specific time. I met the Dragon and Phoenix tribes on the way to Zhenbeiguan... and -"
Yu Hongxiu's brows frowned slightly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lin Jinyu, who was sitting upright on the mahjong table, actually listening with his ears closed, and whispered:
"The 'three-point freedom' that was fixed on the Dragon Pond has been lost. The situation is not optimistic now. Both the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan are asking for each other's explanation..."
"Did Sanfenxiaoyao lose it?"
Wenren Pingxin's pupils suddenly narrowed, and the two women looked at each other, each seeing a hint of deep meaning in the other's eyes.
Only a few people know that Su Bei needs to gather the ten thousand years of sword sect's foundation to forge the supreme sword bone in order to ascend the Mahayana. Did someone leak the news, or is Su Bei's trip too obvious?
Moreover, Sanfen Xiaoyao Town has been in Longchi for thousands of years, who is qualified to pull out this sword?
No matter what... the lost sword really ruined the saint's plan.
This matter is no small matter.
"To be honest, if someone can pull out this Sansanxiaoyao, does that mean that the sick Yu Shangfang behind Penglai Gate can also be pulled out?"
"Probably not. If the Yu Shangfang of Penglai Pass breaks the seal so easily, Xihuang doesn't have to support the puppet Ji Tongzhi. Once the gate is opened, who can stop those desolate cultivators?"
"In other words, Sansanxiaoyao was pulled out by some means?"
"This should be."
The time left for Su Bei is really tight.
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Holy Land Wucheng.
There is a large lake in the back house where the saint lives.
There is a wooden pavilion near the lake, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. The entire wall facing the lake is made into a sliding door. If it is summer, when you open the door, a lake-colored lake with a hint of cool air will flow into the pavilion.
Relaxing and pleasant.
At this time, the door of the wooden pavilion facing the lake was wide open, and there was only one person in the pavilion, Yao Yan. She took off her shoes and socks, and sat on her bare feet on the dust-free wooden floor, concentrating on playing with a lavender daisy bonsai.
There are two plain white chrysanthemums on the side, which are elegant and light, like celebrities among flowers.
Just when she was about to finish playing with the first pot of daisies, there was a sound of footsteps on the corridor outside the pavilion. Then Dieyi opened the door on the other side facing the corridor, came over and whispered:
"Auntie, senior Shangguan is here."
Before Yao Yan could make any move, Shangguan Wen walked in with a worried look on his face, without any ink, and said straight to the point:
"I lost the three-pointer Xiaoyao that was stuck in Longchi."
Yao Yan frowned, stood up abruptly and stared at the old man:
"Is the news true?"
"true."
"When did this happen?"
"The news must have reached me a few days ago."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Yao Yan took a deep breath and said to himself:
"I wrote a letter to Su Bei before, just because I was afraid that he would be exposed to the world too early. But after all, this letter was a step too late. I'm afraid that the Southern Emperor had already heard the news, and had set up a trap based on what we were planning.
cover......."
Shangguan asked categorically:
"Zhenbeiguan, you can't go to northern Jiangsu."
"Since someone can draw three points of Xiaoyao, he must know that my disciple will absorb the energy from the sword at Zhenbeiguan. I am afraid that he has already made plans secretly and is waiting for this kid to break into the circle."
"Maybe while you and I are at Zhenbeiguan, we will turn over the table in advance and prepare to catch them all..."
This is the three parties now facing each other speaking out openly. There is not much to hide.
Although the King of Zhenbei, Ji Beiwang, is guarding Penglai Pass and the Xihuang cultivators from the Western Wilderness will not be able to get in for a while, but considering the current situation, if 'Ji Pingsheng' takes action rashly, he will cooperate with the Huangxiu cultivators outside.
Zhenbeiguan was busy dealing with "Ji Tongzhi" and had no time to take action. Penglai Pass was isolated and helpless, and it would only take a few months for it to be broken.
When Ji Beiwang died, the Penglai Pass was broken, and the army of the Western Wilderness marched straight in. It seemed like an uninhabited land. The entire twenty-one continents would no longer have any natural dangers to defend. The "Great Wilderness Catastrophe" thousands of years ago was probably going to happen again.
No one wants to mention such a miserable situation again.
Yao Yan thought deeply for a while, then nodded seriously:
"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but this matter is just speculation in the end. The most urgent task is to find out the whereabouts of the Sanfenxiaoyao!"
She looked at Shangguan and asked, then continued:
"If it is as we have guessed, Subei not only cannot go to Zhenbeiguan, but also should go to southern Xinjiang immediately. Sanfen Xiaoyao has been lost, and Zhu Yan Cijing cannot be lost again."
"If Su Bei can continuously refine the Qingping Sword, cut off greed and caution, and Zhuyan Cijing, and completely stabilize the realm of the middle or even high-level Mahayana, the crisis of Zhenbeiguan can be solved, and Penglai Pass can also be solved...
....”
"The chessboard has been laid out. All we have to do is see when the most important chess piece in Jiangsu Province falls."
After a pause, Yao Yan seemed to think of something again, and she added:
"There must be no more mistakes in this trip. I will personally pick up Su Bei and go with him to southern Xinjiang."
Hearing this, Dieyi on the side immediately opened his eyes:
"Auntie, what will happen to the Holy Land if you leave?"
"The news that I left the Holy Land must not be made public. During this period, you still came to me on time as usual. No matter who asked to see you, they said that I was in seclusion. You kept delaying me until I escorted Su Bei to Southern Xinjiang and came back. Listen.
Are we there?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing the categorical words spoken by the saint, Dieyi could not say anything else.
She could only respond aloud, but raised her head slightly and was about to say something, when she caught a glimpse of a blush suddenly appearing on her aunt's cheeks from the corner of her eye, giving her an inexplicable feeling of impatience.
Um?
Private matters public?
"Aunt...then you have to come back soon."
Yaoyan stared at the green smoke rising from the incense burner and said unhurriedly:
"It's natural to prioritize things."
However, Shangguan still hadn't recovered from the question. He sat aside and still frowned and said to himself:
"I have guessed the Southern Emperor's intention. He wants to use the help of Xihuang to swallow up the world. Finally, he will eliminate Xihuang and take advantage of the general trend of the world to soar away."
"But he failed once back then. He definitely didn't have that destiny. He was not the person destined by fate. No matter how carefully he planned, it would be difficult to make up for his innate shortcomings. The general trend of the world can never be changed by one person...
...Saint?"
Yaoyan came back to his senses, looked at Shangguan and asked:
"Yep."
Shangguan asked: "?"
I don't know why, but I always feel like the saint is a little absent-minded.
Yao Yan stood up and straightened his clothes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said seriously:
"We can't delay it any longer. I'm going to pick up Su Bei now."
"Shangguan Jianxian, please follow your previous plan and go to Zhenbeiguan. You must completely hide the whereabouts of Su Bei and me going to southern Xinjiang. You can't make any mistakes this time."
"..."
Soon after Shangguan Wenwen left, Dieyi followed him out.
In the house, only Yao Yan was left, sitting there slowly and staring blankly outside the house.
Only a ray of sunlight shone into the room through the window pane. From her angle, she could just see the flying dust in the sunlight.
The lights in the hall are brightly lit, reflecting on the woman's face. The chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, and there are many kinds of treasures in them. The colors are so vivid that it makes it difficult to tell that this is autumn when everything is withered. What's more,
Like a spring day when flowers are in bloom.
Yao Yan stared at these chrysanthemums in a daze.
She smiled at the corner of her mouth and muttered softly:
"You brat, I've waited a long enough time for this ice cream..."
Then, this woman with a high status who had been sitting in the holy place for a long time, Xia Fei's cheeks and crimson face were full of charm, just like a peach tree about to bloom.
From that day on he left the Holy Land, and on that day he stood in the southern capital and caused a bloody disaster.
The woman who had been married in the dream later entered the Mahayana.
In Yaoyan's view, Su Bei was undoubtedly excellent, but what she couldn't forget was not all the things in that illusion.
When a man is in the world, no matter how romantic, how unrestrained, how domineering, or how mundane, these are the icing on the cake.
The real foundation lies in persistence and responsibility. A real man has the courage to take responsibility, and that is what women can truly rely on.
But now she feels that Su Bei fits this exactly.
She had been waiting for the bowl of ice cream he promised her for three hundred years.