Ling Chusi, who had made up his mind, turned around and went back to the inn directly, without asking Xiao Er in the inn to send some pen, ink, paper and inkstones, but directly took out the brush and various papers, ink ingots and other things that had been copied from the package, and after a little consideration on the letter paper, he directly splashed ink, and wrote a letter to the empty monk of Pure Zen Buddhism like flowing water.

After writing it, she put the new seal aside, thought about it carefully, and felt that it was not enough, so she simply muttered again and again, considered the appropriate words, and wrote a letter to the Yin Sect.

In winter, the sun sets early, and before the unitary time arrives, it is already twilight.

Ling Chusi held a brush in his hand, looked at the white paper on the table, thought for a moment, and then wrote an impassioned and fierce essay in one go......

As for the content of the text, it is nothing more than exposing these ghostly tricks of the Yin Sect in Yangzhou City. After the text was written, Ling Chusi turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, planning to post it on the bulletin board of the Yangzhou City Government Mansion while it was completely dark for a while.

As for whether the people in Yangzhou will believe it after pasting it, or whether this matter will become a topic of conversation for the people of Yangzhou City after tea and dinner, she doesn't plan to care ==!

After Ling Chusi was done, the twilight was coming to an end, and the vast night was already shrouded in the night sky like a mist, and even a few stars seemed to dim with it.

Ling Chusi looked at a letter and a letter on the table, no matter what the person who saw these words would think, at least for now, Ling Chusi only felt refreshed.

She put away the paper and pen on the table first, and then pushed open the door of the inn's room, called the inn's junior Er, and asked him to bring some food, and after she had dinner alone, Ling Chusi went out directly at night.

The letter to be given to the empty monk, Ling Chusi directly threw it to a temple outside Yangzhou City where incense was flourishing, anyway, they were all monks, and there was some incense to come to this temple and Jingnian Zen Buddhism - of course, if it was unfortunate that this letter could not be delivered, Ling Chusi did not particularly care. After all, there are also Li Qingmei and Fan Qinghui, Ling Chu thought about it, maybe Cihang Jingzhai would contact the Pure Nian Zen Sect again after knowing that the matter of Yangzhou City had the Yin Sect behind.

As for the well-known inscription, in order to attract people's attention, Ling Chusi also deliberately used the "sprinkling gold powder wax paper" with gold hook and silver, decorated with gold leaf and silver foil, which is unseen by ordinary readers, which is extravagant and gorgeous, waterproof and easy to preserve, not to mention, even the handwriting on it is particularly black and bright, and quite charming!

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Ling Chusi directly pasted this letter on the bulletin board of the Yangzhou City Mansion, which was rich in content and surprising and shocking, and even the writing paper was quite able to calm the scene.

This kind of thing, if you want to wait until tomorrow morning to be seen, you will inevitably be talked about.

After everything was done, Ling Chusi performed a great light skill, quietly returned to the inn, lay down to rest for a while, and waited until the next morning, no matter how much the letter would cause waves in Yangzhou City and even in the court of the Great Sui, he went directly out of the city to the dock, went north by boat, bypassed Donglai County, entered the Bohai Bay and went ashore, and then passed through Yuyang County, Anle County and other places, and then walked all the way to the northwest to the direction of the Turkic tent in the Orkhon River Valley.

Thinking about the grandfather of the medical saint Sun Simiao, who was still in the Turks, Ling Chusi walked neatly, and regardless of her help, the situation in Yangzhou City was turbulent in an instant, almost catching everyone off guard.

It's night, and the waning moon is like a hook.

In the Shilong martial arts field created by the first master of Yangzhou, "Pushing the Mountain" Shi Long, it is located in the main hall in the middle of the courtyard, the windows are tightly covered, but the room is brightly lit by a few candles with thick arms.

On the table in front of Shi Long, there was a strange book full of ghost drawings inside.

At this time, Shi Long's internal and external attack and cultivation, his martial arts cultivation has reached the realm of first-class masters, however, in the face of such a bunch of ghost painting talismans that he can't understand at all, Shi Long's fingers trembled slightly and gently stroked the pages, but his eyes still flashed a few traces of excitement and ecstasy.

Listed as one of the four great books of martial arts, the "Recipe for Eternal Life" is said to have been written in oracle bone script by Guangchengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor in ancient times, and its content is obscure and esoteric. In ancient times, there were many wise and outstanding people among the sages, and when they flipped through this book, they still could not understand the content of the whole book.

Now, after more than ten years of dusty sealing in a small village outside Yangzhou, this strange book finally fell into the hands of Shi Long with the blazing flames that could almost burn out one qiē that night, accompanied by the destruction of the village.

Shi Long buried himself in the first volume, and his fingers gently stroked the pages of the "Recipe for Longevity" woven with Xuanjin thread so that water and fire were invulnerable.

As soon as the strange book arrived, Shi Long couldn't hold back the excitement and shock in his heart, and directly left a qiē beside him, immersed himself in the scroll of "The Secret of Eternal Life".

There are a total of 7,400 glyphs for those incomprehensible ghost drawings, and even the sages and masters who have studied them many times have only deciphered more than 3,000 glyphs.

For a long time, Shi Long, who couldn't understand the strange words on the "Recipe of Eternal Life", could only sigh deeply, but even so, he still couldn't let go of the "Recipe of Longevity", and even decided to let go of many matters in the Shilong martial arts field, and took refuge in a remote and secluded courtyard in the suburbs outside Yangzhou City, and devoted himself to studying this strange book......

A few days later, Ling Chusi traveled all the way to the border of the Great Sui. She did not rush into the territory of the Eastern Turks, but first found an inn in a small town near the border of the Great Sui for passing merchants to stay, planning to rest here for a while.

Winter in the north has always been a bitter cold place, especially on the endless prairie, the sky is a little gloomy in the evening, and at night, it is the north wind howling, wind and snow. When I looked at it again the next morning, all the plants and trees that came into view were already covered in snow, a scene of ice and snow.

Ling Chusi has internal strength to protect his body, although he is not very cold, but in order to meet the occasion, he still wears the warmest white fox fur on his body, not to mention that the collar of his neck is full of fur piping, and he even wraps a layer of plush cloak on the outside of his clothes, and the whole person looks warm and fat.

When Ling Chusi came out of the inn and planned to go north to the Turkic territory along the path, Mo said that she had been persuading her to wait for the snow to stop, and that she would have to stay for a few more days before she could go out.

After Ling Chusi thanked those people with a smile, he finally left the last town on the border of the Great Sui without hesitation or looking back, despite the scorching gaze of everyone looking at the "fool who killed himself", and threw himself into the endless wind and snow without hesitation......

It snowed heavily until three days later, when the wind and snow stopped and the sky gradually cleared.

Ling Chusi was wearing white leather boots and stepped on the thick snow, and the snow under his feet made a crisp "crunch" sound with every step.

A big snowstorm in winter is not a disaster for the people on the grassland. Because of the lack of care, many cattle and sheep in some groups have frozen to death, and the lack of food has exacerbated the difficulty of survival.

In this case, cruel plunder seems to have become their instinct.

Ling Chusi walked in the direction of the Turkic Tooth Court, and halfway through the frost and snow, he directly bumped into a group of horse thieves operating on the grassland.

Because Ling Chusi had never left the official road since he came out of the Great Sui border, after seeing the three horse thieves dressed up in front of him, Ling Chusi had already guessed almost instantly that the other party was squatting and robbing should be a businessman passing through here......

However, the snowstorm had just stopped in the past few days, and the convoy of merchants who had come from afar had been blocked in the inn by the blizzard before. Except for pedestrians like Ling Chusi, who are bold and somewhat anxious, there are almost no pedestrians on the road.

So much so that although Ling Chusi drove lightly all the way, and he didn't look like he had any luggage on his body, those horse thieves still adhered to the principle of never letting go, and after seeing Ling Chusi's figure from a distance, they glanced at each other and exchanged looks-

"If you are young and dare to go out alone in a white fox fur, I'm afraid you are not an ordinary person!" The leader of the three horse thieves who were squatting on this path frowned.

A tall and thin man next to him waved the saber in his hand, and replied in a deep voice: "It is a person in the rivers and lakes who has martial arts, at such a young age, his skills are limited, and it is not difficult to deal with it." ”

The leader thought about it, felt that it was also the same reason, nodded and said, "You're right, brothers go!" ”

After speaking, the three horse thieves directly surrounded Ling Chusi.

Ling Chusi blinked slightly, calmly held the ape bone flute hanging from his waist in his hand, and secretly thought in his heart, this kind of horse thief sent to the door was just right to ask for directions.

Although she felt that her general direction was definitely right, however, the Eastern Turkic place, which was almost in the direction between the Yinshan Prairie and the Black Gobi, Ling Chusi had never been to it much.

However, before Ling Chusi could speak, and before the three horse thieves who thought they were sure to win had time to shout at Ling Chusi, not far away, with the sound of a horse's hooves galloping, a long arrow with white feathers broke through the air, and steadily pierced the chest of the horse thief in the lead, and its strength was so great that it even pierced the horse thief in the lead directly from the horse!

The horse thief, who was suddenly attacked, panicked, and for a moment did not even bother to flee, but instinctively, looked in horror and disbelief in the direction where the arrow was flying.

Ling Chusi suddenly turned around with interest, and as far as her eye could see, the person riding on the galloping horse and bending her bow and arrows was actually a childish young man about the same age as her, with handsome and cold eyebrows, but full of childish appearance that could not be concealed!