(I have revised the last few sentences of the first chapter. It does not affect it. You can choose to read it or not. The next chapter will be at eight in the evening.)
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Su Li had left behind seven letters.
He had Xu You Rong give two of the letters to Chen Chang Sheng, one letter was left for his own daughter, and the other was left for the child in the smithy at the base of Mount Li who had just started learning the sword. He had also prepared a letter for Qiu Shan Jun, but it had been calmly rejected by Qiu Shan Jun.
There were also two letters that had been sent through the most ordinary of postal routes to two different places.
One of them had been sent to a manor outside Hanqiu City.
The Myriad Willows Garden. Within the garden were thirty thousand cold-resistant curved willows.
Zhu Luo was the Sect Master of the Emotion-Severing Sect, the head of the Zhu clan, an old friend of Emperor Xian, and a member of the Storms of the Eight Directions. Any one of these identities could allow him to live a life that ordinary people could not imagine. This manor that was still green even in the cold of winter was proof.
Today, there was a guest in the manor. It was a very fat old man who sat on a round wooden armchair. His fat waist was like water flowing over a river bank, and a lot of it flowed down. Thus, that bright yellow belt was also highlighted even more clearly.
This fat old man had a kind and benevolent countenance, his squinted eyes filled with a calm and gentleness that stood aloof from worldly affairs. His face was filled with joy, and he looked just like the most ordinary of wealthy people in the countryside. However, for him to be able to sit across from an important figure like Zhu Luo, one could imagine that his identity was certainly not ordinary. Today, other than the ten thousand willows and the accumulated snow, there was not a single person in the manor. Perhaps it had something to do with this fat old man's visit, but of course, it also had something to do with the letter placed on the table between the two.
"When will that woman die …" The fat old man smiled as he spoke, but when he said the word 'woman', he unexpectedly paused, the smile on his face vanishing for a moment. The word 'woman' was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "The starry sky has its own arrangements. As for when to go to the capital, we'll have to wait for news."
Zhu Luo slightly creased his brow, seemingly not very satisfied with these words. "No matter how you look at it, my strength is still somewhat lacking."
The fat old man sighed, "To accomplish great things, one must have mighty strength. The White Emperor couple will definitely watch from the sidelines. In truth, our best choice is still Su Li."
When Su Li's name was mentioned, neither he nor Zhu Luo glanced at the letter on the table.
After a moment of silence, Zhu Luo said, "Su Li truly is very strong."
At the time, in Xunyang City, Su Li had been heavily injured and had not exchanged blows with him, but he had to admit that purely in terms of strength, it was difficult to find someone in the world stronger than Su Li.
The word 'power' in this conversation naturally did not refer to ordinary power as understood by ordinary people. It referred to the purest and most terrifying combat strength.
"Black Robe has been preparing for many years. On the snowy plains of the demon realm, there were more than a hundred thousand cavalry and wolf cavalry, more than ten Demon Generals, and three powerhouses working together to suppress him, but he still managed to escape. After that, he went all the way back to the south, using a useless person to wash his sword and become a new person. He must have comprehended something and reached the peak of ten thousand zhang. I'm afraid he's one foot closer to the sea of stars. He's indeed extremely strong. "
The fat old man sighed and said, "Back then, many people, including me, thought that he was the only one who had the best chance to kill that woman, but he refused to do it. Now, with his help, the possibility of killing that woman will increase by 30%, but he just had to leave at this time."
Zhu Luo expressionlessly replied, "I accepted His Holiness the Pope's request and went to Xunyang City to kill him. How could he join us? And how could he send me this letter? "
As the two spoke, they did not even glance at the letter on the table. Their minds had actually always been on this letter. Now that it was mentioned, their gazes finally fell.
No strange changes occurred in the quiet and secluded Winter Garden, but in the chilly wind, one could faintly hear the clattering of spears and armored horses.
As he gazed at the letter, the fat old man narrowed his eyes, like a snow-white steamed bun that had been cut into a slit by a knife. Within the slit was a scorching light, making him abnormally vigilant.
Then he raised his head to look at Zhu Luo as if asking, should he open this letter or not?
Zhu Luo's expression was very solemn. For a very long time, he did not speak.
The fat old man could sense the strangeness of this letter, and with his level of cultivation, he could naturally see through it as well.
He knew that this letter concealed a sword.
The letter was Su Li's letter, and the sword was naturally Su Li's sword.
Although Su Li had an extremely high status in the cultivation world and was publicly acknowledged to be inconceivably strong in the path of the sword, compared to the Storms of the Eight Directions and the Four Saints, he was still a junior. Moreover, for various reasons, his name had never been placed in this list.
He had written this letter to Zhu Luo to tell the entire continent that as long as he wanted to, he could cut down the so-called Storms of the Eight Directions at any time.
If this were several hundred years ago, when he was at his peak, no, even several decades ago, or even a year ago, faced with this letter, Zhu Luo would have smiled without the slightest care and then opened the letter to take a look at the edge of the paper. Only by doing so would he not disgrace the prestige of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
But now, he was somewhat hesitant.
Because he had suffered very heavy injuries in Xunyang City. Even now, he had still not completely recovered.
Those injuries had come from Wang Po's blade, Liu Qing's hidden sword, and the ten thousand streams of light in Chen Changsheng's sheath. The most serious injury had come from the Holy Maiden's thousand li dash.
An even more important reason was that, just as Wang Po had said in Xunyang City, he was already old.
Su Li had once mocked and mentioned that the current him could die, but he could not be defeated.
He was the towering tree of the Emotion-Severing Sect and the Zhu clan.
Other than the people of the Liang Household, all the people of Tianliang County needed his protection.
What if he lost?
The Winter Courtyard was extremely quiet. In the distance, the tens of thousands of cold-resistant willows patiently waited in the cold wind for the arrival of spring.
The plump old man was also very patient. He only calmly gazed at Zhu Luo.
After some time, Zhu Luo finally made his decision and took in a deep breath.
A fierce gale suddenly arose in the Winter Courtyard. The tens of thousands of willows swayed in the wind, seeming to be cheering, but also seeming to be waving their hands in fear.
Not a hint of hesitation could be seen on Zhu Luo's face, only indifference and cold arrogance.
He was the strongest human expert who had once charged through the snowy plains with only his sword. Even with his old injuries, how could he be frightened by a letter?
His hand fell on the letter, very steadily, and then he tore it open.
A sword glow shot out from the tear in the letter, illuminating his face and making it seem very pale.
This sword glow was so bright that even the winter sun above the Winter Courtyard seemed to dim. Smoke rose from the willows. It was clearly daytime, but it seemed like dusk had descended.
A sword glow appeared in Zhu Luo's eyes. This sword glow did not come from the letter, but from his world.
With a clang, the Moonlight Sword left its sheath and slashed at the sword intent bursting from the letter.
Countless deafening collisions could be heard. A fierce gale blew through the Myriad Willows Garden, causing the tens of thousands of willows to sway unsteadily.
A bright moon came from the north, hanging in the sky of the Winter Courtyard as if it wanted to drive away the darkness that had yet to arrive.
The sword intent from the letter completely ignored this. In an instant, it exploded with light. Everything it touched, whether real or illusory, began to burn!
The willows suddenly burst into flames, the frozen pond shattered, and countless flames soared into the sky like birds of fire.
The Golden Crow left Mount Li!
The bright moon suddenly dimmed!
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