Yunjian City, east of the city, Baiyun Youyou Inn.
In the inn, a little boy with a big head and a big head was playing in the snow in front of the hall.
He kneaded up the snow outside the hall piece by piece and piled it together, gradually looking like a snowman.
His little hands were red from the cold, but he never tired of it.
The snowman piled up more and more complete, and the little boy's nose was so cold that he had runny nose. He didn't care and wiped it with his sleeve.
The snowman is piled up, two balls.
A small ball piled on a big ball is a snowman.
The little boy pressed two irregular stones on the snowman's head, which became the snowman's eyes, but he always felt that something was missing.
A man wearing a black robe walked in, Feng Shen Yulang.
Two dead branches were stuck on both sides of the snowman's big snowball by the man in black robe.
The man smiled gently:
"That's much better. These are the snowman's hands."
The little boy's eyes lit up, he nodded, and then made a mouth for the snowman with his finger.
After drawing a mouth, the little boy wrinkled his face:
"One more nose is missing..."
"big cow?"
"Si Daniu?"
A strong male voice came from inside the house, and a thin man wearing a mink fur coat and a brocade hat walked out with his eyes turned around. When he saw the little boy, he immediately quickened his steps and approached.
"Who told you to play in the snow in the winter?"
The skinny man is Sikong, one of the thirteen national treasure-level craftsmen who escaped from the Daqian Dynasty. He is proficient in the art of mechanisms.
Sikong scolded the boy who had now been renamed Si Daniu. He grabbed Si Daniu's little hand, which was red from the cold, and held it in his hand.
"Uncle Sikong..." Si Daniu pouted, the snowman's nose hadn't been found yet.
"Let's go back to the house. Do you still remember what I taught you before?" Sikong grabbed Cheese Daniu's little hand and was about to leave, but he felt an unabashed gaze.
The source of this gaze was the handsome man he saw next to Da Niu.
He originally didn't intend to pay attention, but the man's gaze was too direct and was aimed at him.
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to stay in a hotel?" Sikong had a smile on his face, but he took a small step back with extreme vigilance as he spoke, pulling Si Daniu behind him:
"When I was looking for the child just now, I found that the waiter at the inn was busy. Fellow Taoist, you might as well wait here for a while."
"No need." Zhao Wujiang, who was wearing a black robe and walking through the wind and snow, said with a smile:
"I'm just here to find you, Sikong."
The discussion between Zhao Wujiang and Zhou Mu Zhang Yuanqing was inconclusive, but they later asked about Sikong's location.
In Nuo Da Yunjian City, the clone of Zhang Yuanqing, the state pastor, knows everything about everything, big and small, and just doesn't ask or interfere.
Sikong's whole body suddenly became fierce. He protected Si Daniu with one hand, and a long copper bar appeared in the palm of his other hand, like a copper ruler.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wujiang put his hands in his sleeves, his expression gentle and indifferent:
"I'm the one you want to deliver the message to.
I'm from the Imperial City. "
Since Sikong was only sending this letter to him, under normal circumstances, the person writing the letter would definitely specify the destination.
So he told himself where he came from.
"Unknown taboo..." Sikong did not let down his guard.
"Zhao Wujiang or Zhao Wuyan, if it's the name of the recipient of the letter, it could also be Ji Bochang." Zhao Wujiang casually drew a talisman, and the talisman instantly turned into a short red stick, which he inserted into the snowman's face. Use it as the snowman's nose.
His words risked revealing his identity.
But now he doesn't care about this risk at all.
Even if Sikong speculated afterwards about his current special relationship with King Yin of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, no one would believe him if he revealed it.
Even if someone believed it and someone used it to attack him, he would not be afraid.
Sikong stared at Zhao Wujiang, then snapped his fingers, and a palm-sized wooden box appeared in front of them.
The wooden box is engraved with complex patterns, like a flower or a special vessel.
"Say your name again, and it will automatically open now." Sikong was a little nervous. This letter passed down by his ancestor was now about to be delivered to the real owner.
He was very curious about how the ancestor knew that it was going to be delivered to the person in front of him.
Who is this person? Could it be that he is a descendant of an old friend of his ancestor?
But even so, how do you do it by naming them?
