(I modified the last few sentences of the previous chapter, it doesn't matter, you can read it or not, the next chapter is eight o'clock in the evening.) ）

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Su Li left seven letters.

He asked Xu Yourong to forward two of the letters to Chen Changsheng, one letter to his daughter, and one letter to the little child who had just started learning swords in the blacksmith shop in the town at the foot of the mountain, and he also prepared a letter for Akiyama-kun, but Akiyama-kun calmly refused.

There were also two letters to guò, the most common of the postal routes, delivered to two places respectively.

One of them was delivered to a manor outside the city of Hanqiu.

Wanliu Garden, there are 30,000 hardy willows planted in the garden.

Zhu Luo is the suzerain of the Ruthless Sect, the patriarch of the Zhu family, the old friend of the first emperor, and the wind and rain in all directions, no matter which identity he is, he can have a life that ordinary people can't imagine, as evidenced by this manor that is still green in the cold winter.

There is a guest in this manor today, it is a very fat old man, sitting in the round Taishi chair, the fat waist seems to overflow the river embankment like a lot of water, so the bright yellow belt is also highlighted more clearly.

This fat old man is kind and kind-eyed, his squinted eyes are full of indisputable calmness and gentleness, his face is full of joy, and he looks like the most ordinary rich man in the countryside, but he can sit opposite a big man like Zhu Luo, and it can be imagined that his identity and origin must be extraordinary. In today's manor, except for ten thousand cold willows and snow, there is no one to be seen, or it is related to the visit of this fat old man, and of course, it is also related to the letter placed on the table between the two at this time.

"When will that woman die...... the fat old man smiled and spoke, but when he said the word woman, he paused unexpectedly, the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and the female word was even more inaudible, "There are arrangements above the starry sky, as for when to go to Kyoto, then we have to wait for news." ”

Zhu Luo frowned slightly, didn't seem to be too satisfied with this sentence, and said, "No matter how you look at it, the strength is still a little insufficient. ”

The fat old man said with emotion: "If you want to do great things, you must have great power, and the White Emperor and his wife will definitely be on the wall, but in fact, our best choice is Su Li." ”

When Su Li's name was mentioned, neither he nor Zhu Luo glanced at the letter on the table.

Zhu Luo was silent for a moment and said, "Su Li is indeed very strong. ”

At that time in Xunyang City, Su Li was seriously injured and did not fight him, but he must admit that in terms of strength alone, it is difficult to find someone stronger than Su Li in the world.

The word power in this dialogue is naturally not an ordinary force as understood by ordinary people, but refers to the purest and most terrifying combat power.

"The black robe has been arranged for many years, and on the Demon Domain Snow Field, more than 100,000 iron horsemen and wolves, more than 10 demon generals, and the three giants joined forces to suppress it, and they actually let him escape. After that, he returned all the way to the south, and the sword was washed by the waste people, and he must have understood it again, and he was afraid that he was one foot closer to the sea of stars, and it was indeed extremely strong. ”

The fat old man said with emotion: "At that time, many people, including me, thought that only he had the best chance to kill that woman, but he refused to do it, and now, if he helps, the possibility of killing that woman will increase by three percent, but he is gone at this time." ”

Zhu Luo said expressionlessly: "I killed him once in Xunyang City at the request of His Majesty the Pope, how could he join us? and how could he send me this letter?"

When the two were talking, they didn't glance at the letter on the table, and the spirit was actually on the letter all along.

In the quiet winter garden, nothing changed happening, but in the cold wind, the voice of Jin Ge Iron Horse faintly sounded.

Looking at the letter, the fat old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if the snow-white steamed bun had been cut out by a knife, and the scorching light was scorching, and he was vigilant and abnormal.

Then he looked up at Zhu Luo, as if asking, to open this letter or not?

Zhu Luo's expression was very solemn, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The fat old man could detect the strangeness in this letter, and with his cultivation realm, he could naturally see through it.

He knew that there was a sword hidden in the letter.

The letter is Su Li's letter, and the sword is naturally Su Li's sword.

Although Su Li has an extremely high status in the cultivation world, and it is recognized that the sword is incredibly strong, compared to the Bafang Fengyu and the four saints, he is a junior after all, and for various reasons, his name has never been ranked in this ranks.

He wrote such a letter to Zhu Luo to tell the entire continent that as long as he wanted, he could cut down the so-called eight winds and rains with a sword at any time.

If it were hundreds of years ago, when it was in its heyday, no, even decades ago, or even a year ago, in the face of this letter, Zhu Luo would smile indifferently, and then open the envelope and see the edge of the paper, so that he would not fall into the prestige of the wind and rain in all directions.

But now he was hesitant.

Because he was seriously injured in Xunyang City, he has not fully recovered until now.

Those injuries came from Wang Po's iron sword, Liu Qing's dark sword, and the ten thousand streamers in Chen Changsheng's scabbard, and the most serious injuries came from the saint's thousands of miles of travel.

The more important reason is that, as Wang Po said in Xunyang City, he is already old.

Su Li also once laughed and mentioned that now he can die, but he can't be defeated.

He is the towering tree of the Ruthless Sect and the Zhu Valve.

All the people of Tianliang County, except for the Liang Wangfu, need his protection.

What if he loses?

The winter garden is very quiet, and tens of thousands of hardy willows in the distance are patiently waiting for the arrival of spring in the cold wind.

The fat old man was also very patient, and just looked at Zhu Luo calmly.

I don't know how long it took, but Julo finally made a decision and took a deep breath.

The wind rose suddenly in the winter garden, and tens of thousands of willows swayed in the wind, as if cheering and waving their hands in fear.

Zhu Luo's face could no longer see the half hesitant expression, only indifference and arrogance.

The strongest human being who once broke through the snowfield with a single sword, even if he was injured in the old body, how could he be frightened by a letter?

His hand landed on the letter, steadily, and then tore it open.

A sword light burst out from the breach in the envelope, illuminating his face very pale.

The sword light was so bright that the winter day above the winter garden became dim, heavy willows and smoke, clear day, but the four fields were like dusk.

A sword light came out of Zhu Luo's pupils, and this sword light did not come from the envelope, but from his world.

With a choking sound, the Yuehua sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards the sword intent that burst out of the envelope.

Only countless deafening crashes were heard, and the wind was blowing in the Wanliu Garden, and tens of thousands of cold willows swayed.

A bright moon came from the north and hung in the sky of the Winter Garden, about to drive away the night that had not yet arrived.

The sword intent that came from the envelope ignored it, and it instantly shone brightly, and everything it touched, whether it was real or imaginary, burned!

The cold willows burst into flames, the ice pools shattered, and countless flames rose into the sky, like firebirds.

The golden crow is out of the mountain!

The moon suddenly dimmed!R1148