Chapter 536: A letter to Wanliuyuan

(I have modified the last few sentences of the previous chapter, it does not affect, but it can be read or not, at eight o'clock in the next chapter.)
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Su Li left seven letters.
He asked Xu Yourong to transfer two of these letters to Chen Changsheng, one letter was for his daughter, and one letter was for the little kid in the blacksmith shop at the foot of the town at the foot of the mountain A letter was prepared for Qiu Shanjun, but Qiu Shanjun calmly rejected it.
Two other letters were sent to two places via the most common postal route.
One of them was delivered to a manor outside Hanqiu City.
Wanliuyuan, where 30,000 cold-resistant sycamores are planted.
Zhu Luo is the head of the desperate sect, the patriarch of the Zhu family, the old friend of the first emperor, and the wind and rain in all directions. No matter what identity, he can have a life that ordinary people can't imagine. This manor, which is still green and unfading in the winter, This is evident.
Today there is a guest in this manor, who is a very fat old man, sitting in a round Taishi chair, the fat waist seems to have dripped a lot of water as if overflowing the river embankment, so the bright yellow belt, It was also highlighted more clearly.
The fat old man is kind-hearted and squinting, his eyes are full of undifferentiated calmness and gentleness, his face is full of joy, and he looks like the most ordinary wealthy man in the country, but he can be opposed to a big man like Zhu Luo Sit, you can imagine the origin of its identity must be extraordinary. In today’s manor, apart from tens of thousands of cold willows and snow, no one was seen, or the fat old man’s visit, of course, also related to the letter on the table between the two. .
"When did that woman die..." The old fat man smiled and said, but when talking about the word woman, he paused unexpectedly, the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and the female character was a little lighter. I can't hear, "I have my own arrangement on the starry sky. When I go to Kyoto, I have to wait for the news."
Zhu Luo frowned slightly and didn't seem too satisfied with this sentence. He said: "No matter how you look at it, your strength is still insufficient."
The fat old man said with emotion: "If you want to do great things, you must have great power. The Baidi couple will definitely do a close look. In fact, our best choice is Su Li."
When referring to Su Li's name, neither he nor Juluo looked at the letter on the table.
Juluo was silent for a moment and said, "Su Li is really strong."
At that time, in Xunyang City, Su Li was seriously injured and had never dealt with him, but he had to admit that it was difficult to find someone stronger than Su Li in the world alone.
The word power in this dialogue is naturally not the ordinary power understood by ordinary people, but refers to the purest and most terrible combat power.
"The black robe has been laid out for many years. On the magic field snowfield, more than one hundred thousand iron riders wolf ride, more than ten magic generals, the three giants joined forces to suppress, and actually let him escape. Afterwards, all the way back to the south, the waste people washed the sword and then became I must have realized it again. I am so high that I am so close to Xinghai that it is indeed extremely strong."
The fat old man said with emotion: "Many people, including me, thought that only he had the best chance to kill the woman, but he refused to do it. Now, with his help, the possibility of killing that woman will Tim Sancheng, but he was gone at this time."
Zhu Luo said with a blank expression: "I should ask His Majesty the Pope to kill him once in Xunyang City. How could he join us? How could he send me this letter?"
When the two were talking, they didn't glance at the letter on the table. In fact, the spirit had always been on the letter. At this time, they mentioned it, so their eyes finally fell.
In the secluded winter garden, nothing changed, but in the slightly cold wind, the voice of Jin Ge iron horse faintly sounded.
Looking at the letter, the fat old man's eyes narrowed, as if a snowy white bun was cut by a knife, during which the blazing light was burning, and he was alert for abnormalities.
Then he looked up at Juluo as if to ask, did the letter open or not?
Juluo's expression was solemn, and he had not spoken for a long time.
The fat old man can perceive the strangeness in this letter, and he can naturally see through his cultivation as the realm.
He knew there was a sword hidden in the letter.
The letter is Su Li's letter, and the sword is naturally Su Li's sword.
Although Su Li has a very high status in the spiritual world and is recognized as being incredible in his strong swordsmanship, compared with the eight directions and four saints, he is a junior after all, and because of various reasons, his name has always been Not ranked in this rank.
He wrote such a letter to Zhu Luo, to tell the whole continent, as long as he wanted, he could cut the so-called all directions at any time.
If it was changed to the heyday hundreds of years ago, no, even if it was a few decades ago, or even a year ago, in the face of this letter, Zhu Luo would smile a little carelessly, and then opened the envelope to see The sharpness on the paper, so that the prestige of the wind and rain in all directions has never fallen.
But now he is hesitating.
Because he was seriously injured in Xunyang City, he has not fully recovered until now.
Those injuries came from Wang Po's iron sword, Liu Qing's dark sword, and the thousands of streamers in Chen Changsheng's sword sheath. The heaviest injury came from the saint's thousands of miles.
The more important reason is that, as Wang Po said in Xunyang City, he is already old.
Su Li also laughed and mentioned that now he can die, but he cannot defeat.
He is the towering tree of the desperate sect and Zhu valve.
All the people except Tianliang County in Tianliang County need his asylum.
What if he loses?
The winter garden is very quiet. Tens of thousands of hardy willow trees in the distance are patiently waiting for the arrival of spring in the cold wind.
The fat old man is also very patient, but just looks at Ju Luo calmly.
Not knowing how long it took, Juluo finally made a decision and took a deep breath.
In the winter garden, the gusty wind swelled, and tens of thousands of Qu Liu swayed in the wind, as if cheering or waving their hands in fear.
There was no more hesitant look on Juluo's face, only indifference and arrogance.
How could the strongest human being once used a single sword to break through the snowfield, even if the old one was hurt, could he be scared by a letter?
His hand fell on the letter, stable, and then torn open.
A sword light burst out from the breach of the envelope, shining his face very pale.
The sword light was so bright that the round of winter above the winter garden became dim, heavy willow smoke, and clearly understood the day, but Shino came like dusk.
There was a sword light in Julu's eyes. This sword light did not come from the envelope, but from his world.
With a choking noise, Yue Huajian came out of the sheath and cut off the sword that burst into the envelope.
Hearing countless deafening impact sounds, violent winds in Wanliu Garden made tens of thousands of cold willows sway.
A bright moon comes from the north and hangs in the sky of the winter garden.
The sword intent from the envelope ignored it, and it instantly shined, and everything it touched, whether it was real or virtual, burned up!
The Han Liu burst into flames, the ice pool shattered, and countless flames rose into the sky like a firebird.
Jinwu out of the mountain!
The moon is suddenly dim!
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