I don't know what precious and rare treasures and strange minerals are mixed inside, and the hand is like soft paper, revealing a strange light on its own, and even in a completely dark environment, you can see the handwriting on it clearly.

On it is an unknown ink like jade, showing nine ethereal words:

"The book is the junior brother of Wang Lin of the Pure Yang Palace"

The edges of the text are framed in white gold, and the inlays are extremely fine, and I don't know how much effort it takes to make.

Seeing this title, he knew in his heart that this was a letter sent by Meng Shuyue of the Immortal Yin Pavilion.

He pulled out the real letter from this luxurious gold suit, and found that it was also an extremely thin piece of foreign gold jade paper.

As soon as the letter was drawn out, a strange fragrance wafted out.

A thousand fragrances linger, and everything is displayed.

The two colors of gold and jade circulate around him, building a quiet and pleasant pavilion around him.

The golden phoenix and jade crane fly outside the building, and the road rhyme in the building is elegant, which is a good place for meditation and contemplation.

This extravagant way of writing letters made Wang Lin stunned.

He was in this small world, undisturbed by the outside world, and could seriously open the letter to see what was written on it, so that he could go to such great lengths.

The words inside are equally magical.

It is to the effect that he has admired Wang Lin's name for a long time, and then briefly introduced himself, mentioning the friendship between the two factions, hoping that the two can inherit the friendship of the teacher and make friends.

In the end, the only serious thing mentioned was that the people of Xianyin Pavilion would come up the mountain tomorrow, and when the time came, I would like to ask Wang Lin Daoyou to give me more advice and forgiveness.

The signature at the end of the letter is: "Taibai Dongtian, Xianyin Pavilion Poor Road, Meng Shuyue Worship"

An envelope and a piece of letterhead alone are two precious treasures.

Especially in this letter, there is no useful word at all, which shows that this Xianyin Pavilion is generous and arrogant.

This kind of thing, which is completely used for politeness, is purely courteous, and it actually uses such an exaggerated object.

If he hadn't known in advance that this Meng Shuyue was just a disciple-level leader, otherwise he would probably think that this Taoist companion of his own sect was the sect leader of some kind of sect.

Wang Lin had only heard that his Pure Yang Palace was poor and simple, but he had never had a practical comparison and experience, and he couldn't feel any difference between himself and other normal top sects.

Now that he saw the letter sent by the Immortal Yin Pavilion, he understood what the immortal style was.

After reading the letter, he folded the paper in half and closed the strange letterhead.

As the letterhead folded, the surrounding golden and jade visions were sucked back into the letter like clouds and water.

When the pages were completely closed and the gold seal was put back in, the surroundings were completely restored to their original state.

Only the dark fragrance remains, which will not disperse for a long time.

When he wanted to clean up and go to bed, there was a sudden knock at the door:

"Uncle Shi, I'm An Qianxue from Lin Xifeng, I'm really sorry to disturb me late at night, I ask Uncle Shi for help if I have something, and please go out of the house to talk about it!"

Yes, the three gossip Taoist couples who were rumored outside all came to his door today, and one of them fell.

Tomorrow, the genuine Inner Determination Daoist will also come to the mountain.

I don't know what tomorrow will be.

Wang Lin sighed at the trouble of this matter, got up and opened the door easily.

When he saw An Qianxue coming alone outside the door, he looked a little lonely, as if he had something to say to himself, so he beckoned her out of the Scripture Pavilion and in front of the open space at the back door.

An Qianxue was a simple person, without so many twists and turns, and directly talked about the right thing:

"Uncle Shi, you should have received the letter from the Xianyin Pavilion, right? I didn't receive it, I think the holy son who came to Xianyin Pavilion has the idea of abandoning the contract and changing people, and I want Uncle Tuo to give him a word tomorrow. ”

An Qianxue bowed to him and bowed deeply.

Through the reflection of the moonlight, Wang Lin saw that her eyebrows were like willow leaves in early spring, with a resentment of rain and hatred.

His eyes were like frost and snow in winter, and there was a little anger hidden in the coldness.

Tankou is light and soft-spoken, but there is a faint sense of pride.

At that moment, he understood what she meant, nodded his head, and asked him to say the content of the words he had given to the Son.

"Please tell him that I, An Qianxue, do not want to be married to him, and let Uncle Wang Lin, the elder in the door, be the master, cancel this contract, and ask him to choose a good person and a good Taoist as a partner!"

Wang Lin let out a sigh of relief.

The former supreme genius, now his cultivation is regressive, and he was asked to go up the mountain to withdraw from the contract, but he took the initiative to turn against the army and take the initiative to cancel the contract......

This plot is really full of a sense of déjà vu.

Seeing that Master An had already made up his mind, he stopped persuading him and asked other questions:

"Okay, it's just a word, I'll bring it for you, it's just that I don't have this generation, but I have no actual qualifications, and I am soft-spoken, I'm afraid it is not as effective as what Elder Lu said in person."

An Qianxue couldn't afford it and explained:

"Master respects him...... There is an old relationship with Xianyin Pavilion, and tomorrow in the team going up the mountain, there will be the master and his deceased, I really can't let the master be caught in the middle of my affairs, in a dilemma, I think about it, and I only know Uncle Shi, an elder, I can only ask for shame here, and Uncle Shi can take over this troublesome matter and help the disciple return this contract. ”

It's just a sentence, and now Wang Lin can be regarded as understanding the situation, and he understands that it is not a big deal for him to get involved, at most he will be hated by the Xianyin Pavilion, that's all.

But helping this An Qianxue can indeed have a lot of direct profits.

Not to mention whether she has got the protagonist template and is walking according to the script of Destiny, just talking about An Qianxue's special identity can help him a lot.

Wang Lin smiled happily, and didn't say anything troublesome, and asked directly:

"Nephew An, I heard that your family is a royal family? Maybe you can get some wine, money? ”

The good wine at the bottom of the mountain is too expensive.

Even if he could contact the grounding and go down the mountain to buy wine, he couldn't buy much Biguang wine with the money he had, let alone those expensive meals, singers and dancers, Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and Yantai Goolan......

An Qianxue originally wanted to take some rare and exotic materials to give to Wang Lin, but she didn't expect that the other party actually wanted these worthless mundane things.

She raised her head, her face instantly became confused, she blinked a pair of doubtful phoenix eyes, and said softly:

"Yes...... Yes, although I went up the mountain to cultivate the Tao and gave up the title of princess, but I am still an emperor, and there are still some Tang Mu fiefdoms in the world. ”

An Qianxue frowned and said softly, and after finishing speaking, she took out a few pieces of dazzling silver wave from her arms, and said:

"Those mundane things and cultivation are useless, Uncle Shi only takes these small things, and he has to bear these troubles for me, but it is not good for me to make my nephew do it, this is a thousand years of ice waves and cold iron, please accept it Uncle Shi, it is suitable to make some flying swords."

"Are these things valuable?"

"Although it can't compare to the top minerals in the world, this thousand-year-old cold iron is also the best raw material for making flying swords."

"Then it's better to keep it for yourself, nephew, fold all this cold iron into imperial wine, and give me more money and wine when the time comes."

Wang Lin was in a very good mood, picked up the wine bottle and drank it wildly, no longer sparing the little blue light wine in his bottle.

Before he got drunk, he leaned against the door frame of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and said to An Qianxue:

"If my nephew thinks that he has taken advantage of me, then I also have something to ask you to help me with."

An Qianxue only said that her uncle was appeasing her self-esteem, and deliberately chose some useless mundane things to help her, her heart warmed, and she didn't ask what it was, and agreed to Wang Lin's request without saying a word.

"I'm going to enlighten the Fa in my dreams, and I'm going to ask my teacher and nephew to protect the Fa for me, meditate here for one night, don't let people disturb me......"

After speaking, he fell asleep, and the smell of wine flowed from his mouth and nose.