Chapter 905: 　Song Qingyun's distress letter

It doesn't make sense to think too much about things.
Soon, Ye Yusheng was not in the mood to think about other things, because someone from the treasure pavilion came to the door.
There is a treasure pavilion in Sizhu City, and a steward of the treasure pavilion comes to the door.
When I saw Ye Yusheng, the middle-aged steward put his attitude very low. First he bowed and saluted, then took out a letter from the Qiankun bag and handed it to him: "Ye Shaozuo, this is Song I will pass it on to you."
Song Qingyun?
Needless to say, he only recognized Song Qingyun in Zhenbao Pavilion, who was also called Song Shao by the steward. Apart from Song Qingyun, he could not think of anyone.
"Hasn't the agreed time been reached yet?"
Although he was puzzled, he accepted the letter and opened it directly in front of the manager.
"Brother Ye, see the words like the face."
At the beginning was the red tape that Ye Yusheng didn't like. What he didn't like most was such laconic conversations, which looked like a cultural person.
Look down the handwriting...
"Brother Ye, they all say you are dead, but I believe that you will be able to escape from the dead, because I believe in you, you are destined to break this world's hero."
"Brother Ye, I have caused a catastrophe, and a catastrophe, but because of you, Brother Ye, I may be spared temporarily, but I will die in the end."
"I, Song Qingyun, have no friends in my life. Only you, Brother Ye, are friends of Song Qingyun. Therefore, I can only pin my hopes on you."
"If you come to Zhongzhou, you must take part in the battle of my treasure pavilion, and you must win."
"Brother Ye must come to save me after winning. For my life, I count on you, Brother Ye..."
This turned out to be a letter from Song Qingyun for help.
It was a letter for help, but it was not long after.
"The letter has been delivered, so I will leave." The middle-aged steward said, and left.
"Wait."
There is nothing left to ask, how can he leave him like this: "Dare to ask your surname?"
"My surname is Xu."
"Xu Guanshi, I have some doubts, I don't know whether Guanshi can solve Ye's confusion."
"Ye Shaozuo, please say."
Now in this city of Four Bamboos, no one doesn't know Ye Shaozuo's reputation, and no one dares not to give him face. All of this is based on absolute strength.
"Is such that."
Ye Yusheng organized the language: "I want to ask, you just called Song Qingyun Song Shao, dare to ask him what his status in the treasure pavilion, it should be more than just one party in charge."
"... Ye Shaozuo doesn't know?"
"do not know."
He shook his head: "That's it. Although I am familiar with Song Shao in your mouth, I haven't communicated too much. I think Guan Shi should be able to answer it next time."
"..."
Guan Shi thought about it seriously, but he was weighing the severity in his heart.
He knew about Song Shao's affairs. This time it was almost a mortal situation. In the mortal situation, letting him give his heart to Ye Yusheng proved that in Song Shao's heart, this person is worthy of trust.
Over the years, Song Shao had taken good care of them, and he didn't want to watch Song Qingyun die like this.
After figuring it out, Guanshi Xu said, "Song Shao, is one of the 17 candidates for the head of the Zhenbao Pavilion."
Ye Yusheng: "..."
Me
What a big background.
The branches of Treasure Pavilion have opened almost all over the ethereal continent, and even the magical land of Mobei can be entered, which shows that its power is huge.
And Song Qingyun, turned out to be one of the candidates for Jumbo Pavilion.
Although there are a total of 17 candidates, there are many opponents, and the possibility of becoming a candidate represents his identity and talent.
"I do not understand."
Ye Yusheng was even more puzzled: "With such a huge power in the treasure pavilion, how could Song Qingyun as one of the candidates face a mortal situation?"
Guan Shi knew about Song Qingyun's situation. Seeing Ye Yusheng's question, he explained: "There is no way. There are 17 candidates, only Song Shao has no background and is the weakest."
"Even so, you won't die?"
Guanshi Xu shook his head: "Song Shao killed someone."
"I also kill, and all warriors kill."
"If Song Shao kills outsiders, even if it is a genius disciple of other forces, Song Shao will not face the current situation, even for the face of Zhenbao Pavilion, no one dares to treat Song Shao."
"But the problem is serious. Song Shao not only killed people, but also one of the seventeen candidates from Zhenbao Pavilion." Xu Guanshi's tone has become solemn.
Ye Yusheng: "..."
Minato,
Isn't this looking for death?
As Guanshi Xu has just said, of the 17 candidates, only Song Qingyun has no background, that is to say, there are people behind the other 16 candidates.
Under this circumstance, Song Qingyun also killed other candidates. Isn't this seeking death by himself?
"But what happened?"
"I do not know either."
Guanshi Xu sighed: "What happened in the General Pavilion, what can we divide to know."
"I only know that Song Shao is in serious trouble this time. Those of us who have been favored by Song Shao are useless. We can only pray in our hearts that Song Shao can survive this catastrophe safely."
"Who did he kill?"
"Thirteenth Young Master, Song Qingshan, Song Qingyun Young Master ranked seventeenth, also known as the Seventeenth Young Master."
What a big family.
Ye Yusheng thought about it seriously, OK.
Now he has no choice but to wait four months before going to Zhongzhou.
Song Qingyun's matter was serious, but he couldn't solve it now.
There are still a lot of troubles in the Eastern Region. What happened in Zhongzhou will have to be delayed until four months.
In four months, it was time for Zhenbaoge and Tong's family to start the ring battle.
...
Guanshi Xu left, and Ye Yusheng burned the letter, and then went to leisure in the courtyard.
Nothing happened the next day, and no one from Ting Taoge came back to Huang Yong.
After Ye Yusheng had nothing to do, he began to instruct Ashuo to practice the stick technique.
For the time being, A Shuo was using an intermediate-level mysterious long stick. The wooden stick could no longer bear his anger, and it exploded at the touch of it.
After watching it for a while, Ye Yusheng called to stop.
"Master."
Little Ashuo jumped over happily, and the red hair he called became more and more vivid, and the hair on the top of his head was like flames, as if it was about to burn.
"Ashuo, you seem to be a little bit short of doing your exercises like this." Ye Yusheng had never been a master either, so he could only teach by feeling.
"What's wrong?"
Ashuo was puzzled: "The technique recorded on the thirteen sticks of Destroying City is like this. You see, I can smash everything in front of me with one stick, and nothing can stop it."
"Tui'er is confident that he will soon be able to achieve the level of ancient books.
A Shuo's words slipped more and more.
Listening to A Shuo's words, Ye Yusheng's head seemed to be struck by lightning: "Yes, I know what's wrong."