Ye Xiaochuan, Gesang, and Sun Yao discussed in the wooden house for a while. A white-robed wizard came over and said that breakfast was ready, and invited the three of them to go and have breakfast.
Ye Xiaochuan felt that people like him were cultivators and could live without food for a few months. Now that food was in short supply in southern Xinjiang, he would just save one mouthful and skip breakfast.
Gesang said: "There is no shortage of people like you in southern Xinjiang. You are still injured and need to eat more to make up for it."
Ye Xiaochuan laughed and said: "Then I will be disrespectful."
Just as he was about to leave with Sun Yao, Gesang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Wait a minute."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Why, is there anything else?"
Gesang took out an envelope from his arms and said: "This is a letter that the great wizard asked me to deliver to you before he emerged. Last time, I asked Miss Baili to take it to Tianbat Mountain to give it to you, but you left. I was very nervous yesterday.
I was so busy that I forgot about this."
Ye Xiaochuan took the letter, and the envelope was crookedly written in five Chinese characters: "Yours sincerely, Ye Xiaochuan."
According to what the Baishan chief said last time, the ancient Miao master was injured by a mysterious master in the Battle of the Five Poison Valley. When Gesang found him, all the bones and tendons in his body had been broken, and he turned into stone not far from the Five Poison Valley.
Already.
It seems that this letter was written by an ancient Miao master a long time ago.
He was surprised. Could it be that this old man had already calculated that he would die in the Five Poison Valley, so he left a suicide note for himself early?
No, this suicide note was also left to Gesang. Although I had met the ancient Miao master a few times, we didn't have a close relationship yet.
Just as he was about to tear off the fire paint on it, he saw Sun Yao stretching his neck to look at it.
He felt that the content of this letter must not be simple, and it was better not to let Sun Yao see it, so he put the letter into his arms.
Sun Yao said: "Junior brother Ye, don't you take a look?" Ye Xiaochuan said: "I probably know what the letter says. It's just that after his death, he asked me, the owner of the Pluto Flag, to give the five tribes in southern Xinjiang
The people in southern Xinjiang are trying to get some food supplies to give the people in southern Xinjiang a way to survive. Let’s go, let’s go
go for meal."
Sun Yao followed behind, frowning slightly. Of course he didn't believe Ye Xiaochuan's words. There must be some ulterior secret in the letter, so Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to open it in front of him.
The righteous disciples from China ate at a simple long table. One person held a black porcelain bowl, slurping rice porridge, and slurping naan bread.
Seeing that Yun Qiyou was not there, Ye Xiaochuan asked Qin Fanzhen.
Qin Fanzhen said: "Fairy Yun said she is not hungry and does not want to eat. She is resting in the house now."
This was not going to work. Ye Xiaochuan grabbed two naan cakes, grabbed the big spoon from Liu Jie's hand, scooped two bowls of rice porridge, and walked towards the attic of the wooden house where the fairies rested.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan personally delivering food to Yun Qiyou, all the fairies looked at each other, and the originally lively atmosphere was extinguished in an instant. Fairy Liu Yun crossed her legs, biting naan cakes and jokingly said to the side: "You guys
Little girls, you are all so arrogant all day long, thinking that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, but in the end, all of you combined, you don’t have that
Yun Qiyou dismounted, what a failure."
Gesang could not understand the relationship between these people from China, so he said: "Senior Liuyun, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Fairy Liuyun chuckled and said, "You don't understand, but there are people who can. The seven-generation grudges are a marriage arranged by God. If you don't pay close attention, you won't even be able to fill the house."
Hearing this, all the fairies suddenly blushed. They lowered their heads and drank porridge in a muffled voice, not knowing what they were thinking.
Ye Xiaochuan walked into the wooden house carrying Wangcai, who was suffering from depression, and saw Yun Qiyou sitting in the innermost corner of the wooden house, feeding beans to Fugui. Like Wangcai, Fugui was an out-and-out carnivore.
, she didn’t like eating beans. When she saw Ye Xiaochuan coming in, Fugui screamed happily and fluttered her wings to fly to Ye Xiaochuan’s other shoulder. As a result, Ye Xiaochuan was carrying 20,000 meters of porridge and a piece of rice.
After eating some naan cakes, I was immediately happy again.
Wangcai raised his eyelids a few times and let out a few gurgles, as if he was laughing at Fugui.
Ye Xiaochuan tore off half of a piece of naan bread and threw it to Fugui, letting him eat it by himself. Then he walked to Yun Qiyou and sat down.
He said: "Qiyou, why don't you go out to eat? You don't look good. Are Baili and the others too noisy and disturbing your rest? I'll talk to Gesang and arrange a separate cabin for you."
A warmth flowed through Yun Qiyou's heart. Ye Xiaochuan still cared about him after all, and that was enough.
She said softly: "It's okay. Now it's good to have a shelter from the wind and rain in southern Xinjiang. Since everyone can squeeze into one room, why should I be an exception?"
Seeing that Yun Qiyou didn't seem to be angry with him, Ye Xiaochuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had done something wrong to make her unhappy.
Since she wasn't angry with herself, it was easy to handle. He handed her the rice porridge and said, "Let's have some porridge. The temperature difference between morning and evening is quite large in southern Xinjiang. Drink a bowl of porridge to warm yourself up."
Yun Qiyou said: "Do you think that with our cultivation level, we will care about this coldness?" After saying this, she took the porridge bowl in her hand, and she could shut out all the men in the world.
, she will only feel disgusted by any man in the world who pleases her, but the man in front of her will only make her happy by pleasing her.
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Ye Xiaochuan drank a few sips but had no appetite, so he gave all the rice porridge and naan cakes to Wangcai and Fugui.
He took out the letter that Miss Kelsang had given him earlier.
Yun Qiyou said: "Whose letter?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior Miao Master asked Kelsang to give it to me before he died. Senior Brother Sun was present just now, but I didn't open it, lest he report me to the master uncle again." Yun Qiyou said to that person.
Miao Shigu was very interested. She said: "During the time we were in Muyun Village, Granny Mu also mentioned Miao Shigu, the great wizard of the Miao ethnic group, many times, and she spoke highly of him. She said that the entire southern Xinjiang
The art of witchcraft, the ancient great witch Miao Master
Master is the number one. I have always wanted to meet this old senior, but unfortunately I have no chance to see him again." Ye Xiaochuan nodded slowly and said: "Senior Miao is indeed not an ordinary person. After death, the master who turned his body into stone is the best in the world.
It is rare for someone to emerge in a hundred years. As far as I know, the great uncle Yun Yazi of our Cangyun Sect has not lived as long as Senior Miao. His cultivation has reached the state of perfection. I absolutely don’t believe it.
Is there anyone in the Three Realms who can break the bones of Senior Miao with just one move? I forgot to ask Gesang about that mysterious master in the heaven just now. I will ask him when I have time.
Ask her if she has any clues or information about the mysterious master. I always feel that the mysterious master is extraordinary." As he spoke, Ye Xiaochuan had already torn off the wax paint on the envelope with his fingers, and pulled out several pages of letterhead from it. Each page
The letter paper was full of words. Ye Xiaochuan counted it and found that there were seven pages.
