As soon as night falls, the water in the Yellow River begins to roll non-stop. Wind and waves blew from the river, blowing the plants on the shore topsy-turvy.
In a tavern on the edge of Fengling Ferry, an old man with gray hair was sitting. He looks to be in his sixties, but his back is as straight as a young man's.
The old man held a wine cup in his hand, and the golden liquid inside swayed back and forth with his wrist.
There was no one in the tavern, probably because there was a space specially set aside for him.
A middle-aged man in smart clothes walked quickly into the tavern, carrying the smell of the wind blowing from the Yellow River.
"Lao Qiu, a letter from the city lord." The middle-aged man took out a plain white envelope from his arms and handed it to the old man at the table.
Qiu Moyuan put down the wine cup in his hand, took the letter and opened it, but the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened.
"Mr. Qiu, City Lord Baili rushed to deliver this letter, but what happened?"
"The cycle of this world is destined after all." Qiu Moyuan sighed deeply and put the letter in his hand on the candlelight on the table. The moment the burning flame came into contact with the letter, it seemed to touch the most beautiful thing in the world. Warm emotions and flames instantly swept through the whole body of the letter, and the black writing gradually burned out in the flames, "Ranchen was already in southern Yunnan, and he met Mingfeng."
"What?" The middle-aged man standing aside exclaimed in a low voice. He had been following Qiu Moyuan since he was fifteen years old. He was the person he trusted the most. Naturally, he knew best what happened back then.
"Not only that, he also met the child we didn't find at first."
"Ayouduo's daughter."
"That's right." Qiu Moyuan touched his gray beard, "When the child disappeared in the rivers and lakes, it turned out that she was rescued by the people from Yaowang Valley. No wonder we couldn't find her. Now she is Yaowang. The new owner of the King Valley.”
"It turned out to be her." Xian Lin's eyes also showed surprise. He also knew something about Ranchen going to Yaowang Valley to seek medical treatment, but he didn't know that the person he met turned out to be that child.
"Mingfeng stopped in the first place only because of the deal between me and him. If these things must be endured by Ranchen, he should always have the right to know the truth."
The originally white letterhead had burned into a pile of ashes under the flames and was left on the wooden table. The wind outside the window blew in, and the ashes on the wooden table rose up and floated to Xian Lin's eyes, which fascinated him for a moment. His eyes closed, and they floated into the wine cup in Qiu Moyuan's hand. The gray fragments swayed back and forth in the golden liquid.
Although Bi Hai, the former leader of the Mingyue Sect, also acted erratically, he was an extremely principled person. He had never thought of invading the Central Plains Martial Arts, but since the leader of Bihai disappeared and Mingfeng became the new leader of Mingyue Sect, everything seemed to have changed.
Mingfeng was dissatisfied that the Mingyue Sect only guarded the one-third of an acre of land in southern Yunnan, and had always had a peep at the martial arts in the Central Plains.
If it hadn't been for the defection of the Holy Maiden from the Mingyue Sect, Qiu Moyuan thought, Yunzhong City would have had a bloody confrontation with the Mingyue Sect.
And with the situation that Yunzhong City was in at that time, I'm afraid we had to pay a heavy price.
However, the Lord of Yunzhong City, who always regarded himself as a gentleman, ended up relying on a woman and a child as the price of quelling the war. The former Lord of Yunzhong City also showed a mocking face. In the end, he was just a villain.
But now, he still has to bear the responsibility for this disaster after all.
"Xianlin, prepare pen and ink for me. I want to edit a book and give it to Ranchen."
"yes."
***
In the early morning, when the sky was just bright, the surrounding villages began to become lively, and the sounds of people getting up early to work kept coming and going.
Ranchen didn't sleep well. Perhaps he hadn't had a good night's sleep since the day he entered Jialan City.
He sat on a white stone on the edge of Star Lake. The corners of his clothes slid across the slightly wet ground, and the color became darker.
Perhaps people have died in Star Lake before, but in this hot place, Star Lake always reveals waves of coolness, making people who are close to it always feel shuddering.
The cold breath made his face paler. Ye Xinghe stepped out from the side of the bamboo forest and walked to Ranchen: "Master, some of the disciples of Wuqing Pavilion have gathered here."
Beside the bamboo forest, he found that there was an unusual quietness in the forest, and the bamboo leaves rustled.
He just nodded lightly and made no sound.
Birds began to chirp in the bamboo forest.
Ranchen tilted his head slightly: "Has Master received any reply?"
Before Ye Xinghe could speak, he saw Nan Liyu walking quickly from a short distance away: "Sir, there is a letter from the old city lord."
As the wind blew into the bamboo, Ranchen's back suddenly straightened up. He looked at Nan Liyu who was coming towards him quickly, and took the letter from his hand. The font on the letter was so familiar.
Slender fingers opened the seal on the envelope and took out the letterhead.
The thin letter paper was unfolded bit by bit at the fingertips. With every inch it was unfolded, Ranchen's face became paler.
Nan Liyu saw something was wrong with him and asked worriedly: "But what's new?"
Putting down his hand sluggishly, Ranchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The fragrance of bamboo leaves wafted out of the bamboo forest in the early morning. After a long time, he handed the letter in his hand to Nan Liyu. As his most trusted companion, almost nothing was hidden from him.
Nan Liyu took the letter from Ranchen's hand, and the content in the letter also made his expression change. He involuntarily used strength in his hand, and the soft paper wrinkled in his hand.
"Miss Gu, she has such a life experience."
Ranchen couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that Yunzhongcheng was the one who felt sorry for her after all. Plus what she did for me, I'm afraid Yunzhongcheng will never be able to repay her love for Miss Gu."
It turned out that the person he met when he was rescued by his master in Fenglingdu was actually her mother. In order to protect Yunzhong City from the bloody disaster, she sacrificed her family after all.
The brother she tried so hard to find turned out to be because of her master. It seemed that it was destined that they would eventually return here.
At this moment, he was convinced of one thing. Miss Gu was at least safe in Mingyue Sect. Mingfeng wanted to bring the Saint back to the Mingyue Sect at the expense of no longer invading the Central Plains. So the Saint must be of great importance to the Mingyue Sect. This is probably the reason why Qingling arrested Miss Gu.
A strange feeling welled up in his heart, and Ranchente couldn't help coughing. He covered the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief in his arms, and his pale face was now stained with blushes. He removed the handkerchief and discovered that the white handkerchief was stained with dark red blood foam.
The familiar pain came again, and he shook his head helplessly.
Nan Liyu beside him quickly took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a small pill and handed it to his hand: "This is the medicine left by Miss Gu. Take it quickly."
Ranchen's slightly trembling hand took the medicine handed over by his companion. The dark brown pills rolled around in his pale palm. He finally closed his eyes and raised his head to take it.
The pill seemed to have worked, but after a while, Ranchen felt the strange feeling in his chest gradually recede, and his whole body felt more comfortable.
He finally stood up, his weak body swaying. Nan Liyu hurriedly wanted to go up and help him, but the man in green shirt beside the star lake waved his hand and rejected him.
Holding the wooden stick in his hand tightly, he walked towards the bamboo forest with some unsteadiness.
When he turned around the bamboo forest, he saw the disciples of Wuqing Pavilion gathered here.
Few of the disciples of Qingqing Pavilion had seen Ranchen's true face, but when they saw Ye Xinghe standing next to Ranchen so respectfully, they guessed it and saluted him one after another. He respectfully called him City Lord.
However, he just nodded lightly and didn't say anything. He just looked around. Such a large group of people, who had just arrived here not long ago, seemed a bit noisy and complicated.
After Ye Xinghe saluted Ranchen, he quickly walked towards the crowd and arranged the disciples one after another.
Today's Yunzhong City is different from the original. At this time, it has the power to compete with all the major forces in the world, so he has not worried about the possibility of failure if they want to encircle and suppress the Mingyue Sect.
But Qing Ling and Ran Chen's eyes were cold. When they met that day, he discovered that the white-clothed priest's skills were probably better than those of the leader. If Mingfeng's skills had a life gate that could be explored, , that white-robed priest may have surpassed the realm of ordinary people. If this is really the case, then what chance do they have of winning in a head-on battle?
But before that, he had to find out whether the priest in white was an enemy or a friend? When they met in the bamboo forest that day, Ranchen could feel that a person full of killing would not have such a warm smile. The spirit butterflies surrounding him never showed any aura of killing.
But Mingfeng was different. The glance at the prayer meeting was like the coldest wind in winter. In the battle at Xinghu a few days ago, he came with the determination to kill him. If Wen Jirou hadn't broken the barrier of Mingfeng that day, he would have died or been injured.
The wind made a rustling sound through the bamboo leaves. The people walking back and forth in front stepped on the fallen bamboo leaves on the ground, and the edges of their white shoes were stained with gray-brown soil.
Nan Liyu's voice rang in his ears: "Master, Li Luo is back."
A man with a similar appearance to Nan Liyu flew from another place, his toes only lightly scratched the ground, leaving a thin scratch.
"Sir, Miss Jiuxia has gone down the mountain safely. She is on her way back. She said that Miss Gu is safe for the time being, so we can rest assured."
Ranchen had expected this, he just turned around lightly, his eyes drifted to the distance behind Nan Liluo, and looked back at his hesitant expression.
"Whatever you want to say, just say it." In the bamboo forest, the young man in green said calmly.
"Master Wen, disguised as Nanny Feng next to Su Wenqian, went up the mountain with Miss Jiuxia."
