"Zhao Wujiang."
Zhao Wujiang spoke calmly. More than one person had asked his name today.
He seemed to be looking for a job or a blind date, and kept introducing himself.
Si Daniu, a tiger-headed little boy, stared curiously at the wooden box suspended in the palm of Uncle Sikong with his big round eyes. At the same time, he kept looking at his elder brother who had previously attached two hands to the snowman.
Sikong became more and more nervous and expectant. When he heard a small click, he breathed a sigh of relief. The man in front of him was indeed the person to whom this letter was to be delivered.
The wooden box creaked softly, and the flower-like patterns on it kept twisting and blooming slowly like living creatures.
After three breaths, the wooden box opened.
A jade-white envelope quietly appeared in front of Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand, and the envelope flew towards his hand.
[In person from Zhao Wujiang]
There were five big characters written on the envelope.
Sikong held up his brocade hat, turned sideways and said to the little boy:
"Daniu, you go back to your room first."
"Oh..." The little boy pouted, reluctantly, but still obediently walked to the guest room.
Sikong also took a few steps back to leave more space for Zhao Wujiang. At the same time, his eyes glanced around, always paying attention to his surroundings.
Since this letter was passed down from his ancestor, he felt that his ancestor should need a reply.
To ensure a safe answer, he had to be cautious.
Zhao Wujiang slowly took out the letter and unfolded it.
The letter paper was blank.
Immediately afterwards, the letter inevitably ignited spontaneously and turned into fly ash.
At the same time, a voice that sounded strange at first but was familiar to his bones appeared in Zhao Wujiang's mind.
The tone of the owner of this voice was filled with regret and regret, as if every word was crying blood.
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath and digested the content of his words.
After a long while, he sighed.
Sikong was always paying attention to the movement. He didn't know what the content of the letter was, but he guessed that the content must be extremely important and could change many things.
Otherwise, why would we have traveled so much time across domains to now?
"Thank you for sending this letter, and thank you even more to the Si family." Zhao Wujiang looked at the thin Sikong with soft eyes:
"I can make you a promise that is true to my heart."
Sikong's eyes flickered, he put away the wooden box that originally contained the envelope, and shook his head:
“I didn’t think about it.
I'll keep this promise for now, I will look for you in the future. "
Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and nodded seriously.
The content of this letter is extremely important to him, and may be an important step in changing the overall direction of the world.
No, not maybe, but inevitable!
He has great faith that the person who wrote this letter will complete the things mentioned above.
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It was windy and snowy, and the journey was far away.
On the 16th day of the winter lunar month, it is appropriate to make a bed, offer sacrifices, and pray for blessings.
Shen Shizheng.
Zhao Wujiang faced the wind and snow on his way back and could see the Imperial City of Kyoto in the distance.
During this private visit incognito, he left the imperial city for nearly ten days.
It's not over yet.
Under his orders, Lin Yu and his troops will continue to travel to other major states to investigate disaster relief matters.
Anyone who is corrupt or corrupt can be killed first and then punished.
The people who survived the disaster must be resettled as soon as possible.
Although he is on his way home, he will not stop exploring and providing disaster relief.
It's just that he can't supervise it himself.
Firstly, he has several other extremely important things to do.
Secondly, he missed Jing'er, the two sisters Dugu Mingyue, and the little cotton-padded jacket and little Nianxia.
The imperial city is approaching, and Zhao Wujiang is eager to return.
But six uninvited guests with their faces covered came around in the wind and snow.
The uninvited guest quickly approached him and stopped only three feet away from him.
The wind and snow roared, and the leader held a big sword and pointed it at him diagonally:
Fight...robbery! This mountain is... I opened it, this tree... Yes yes... I planted it, I want to... I want to live from now on, leaving money to buy the road! "
Dashachun, what are you going to do? Are you robbing someone or having a knot in your mouth? Zhao Wujiang held his forehead, feeling helpless:
"Did Yang Bingen instigate you to come?"
"No...no..." the masked man holding the knife denied:
"No...it's...Master Yang instructed...instructed us to come...come...come..."
