An Ziyu's words are similar to the words of the previous hero Guo Qing to Tuoba Gong.

In addition to showing the generosity of the Central Plains people, it is not difficult to hear the meaning of warning in the words.

Tuoba Gong may be the first person to be warned by the two great masters of the Central Plains martial arts since the establishment of the Taiping Dynasty.

Because generally speaking, the wicked are not warned, because after they meet the grandmaster, they have no chance to listen to the warning. How could a person who was not a wicked person attract the attention of the two great masters for no reason?

In view of his special status, he is fortunate to enjoy this honor, which is also rare.

When Tuoba Gong thought of this, his thoughts stopped.

An Ziyu threw the long knife back, and Tuoba Gong caught it firmly and put it back in the scabbard behind his back.

Now there was a deathly silence all around, except for the faint sound of the wind and the chirping of birds in the mountains.

An Ziyu was closing his eyes and waiting for Tuoba Gong to explain truthfully, and Tuoba Gong gently took out the letter that Tuoba Rui handed him from his robe.

If it weren't as he expected, Tuoba Rui let himself personally go up the mountain to hand over the letter to An Ziyu, it was for other purposes, and the letter was just an excuse. Because judging from the relationship between Xiao Lang, the sword saint of the Divine Sword Gate, and his grandfather, they should be the same generation, when the sword saint Xiao Lang wandered away from the Aobei country, the two did not know each other, they cherished each other, and became friends who forgot their years.

The words on this letter are indeed his grandfather's handwriting, addressed to the Sword Saint Xiao Lang, and it is also indicated. However, Tuoba Rui had hidden it for so long before he took it out, he wouldn't have known that Xiao Lang was definitely dead. Because if Xiao Lang is still alive, he should be one hundred and twenty years old, which is impossible for people.

Therefore, this letter itself is meaningless, even if it is meaningful, it is only a commemoration of the ancestors, let Tuoba Gong personally send it, and personally hand it over to An Ziyu, and the other purpose is already obvious.

It's just that Tuoba Gong really can't guess Tuoba Rui's thoughts, and he has been like this since he was a child. At the moment, there is only hope for An Ziyu.

I only heard Tuoba Gong speak: "Head An, this letter is from my master Tuoba Hong to the senior of your sect Xiao Lang, please accept it." ”

An Ziyu couldn't help frowning when she heard Tuoba Gong mention Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang can also be regarded as An Ziyu's master, but he has never seen him. Xiao Lang's move was full of sword rain back then, and he still can't know the essence of it.

Counting it, Shigong is at least a hundred years old, and if he says that he will not die, he is lying to children.

It's just that I don't know where my master has gone.

An Ziyu suddenly thought of his master, who had never met before, and he was more or less regretful.

He worships and respects this master from the bottom of his heart.

If he knew where Xiao Lang's bones were, whether it was the ends of the earth or the tiger's den in Longtan, he would do everything possible to bring Xiao Lang's bones back.

Because this master has no home.

But on second thought, who is this letter for? Even if it was to be burned, no one burned it.

An Ziyu was a little confused and turned around.

Tuoba Gong was also a little surprised to see An Ziyu's ruddy face and full of energy.

An Ziyu had time to carefully observe this junior.

This person, dignified, tall and burly, with clear eyes, can see that he is an upright person.

It's a pity that he is not from the Central Plains. If he was from the Central Plains, An Ziyu would definitely accept him as an apprentice on the spot.

"What about the letter?"

"This. ”

"Show me. ”

Tuoba Gong was stunned, and An Ziyu repeated again: "You take it." ”

Tuoba Gong walked up hesitantly.

Although theoretically, he and An Ziyu are considered equals, but in fact, An Ziyu's qualifications are even a little higher than Tuoba Rui, so An Ziyu is even more senior to him. As for his predecessors, Tuoba Gong has always been respectful.

Seeing Tuoba Gong bowing his head slightly and presenting the letter with both hands, An Ziyu couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart: Tuoba Rui can have such a disciple who is a talent and knows how to respect teachers, it is really a virtue in his previous life.

After An Ziyu took the letter, Tuoba Gong took a few steps back, got along with the elders, and kept a little distance, which was also a habit he had developed since childhood.

An Ziyu kept the letter in his hand for a long time, and his eyes were staring at it motionless.

After a long time, An Ziyu raised her eyebrows slightly and decided to open the letter on the spot.

In fact, he couldn't guess the real purpose of Tuoba Gonglai. Perhaps, behind this, it is Tuoba Rui himself who is competing with himself, but thousands of miles away, it is not easy to guess a person's mind.

This letter may be the key. And at the junction of the letterhead, there are still traces of the second sticking, which proves that the letter has been opened once, and this letter must have been in the hands of Tuoba Rui all along, so Tuoba Rui is very likely to be the first person to see the content of this letter except for Tuoba Hong, except for the person who wrote this letter back then.

And An Ziyu himself will be the second person.

Tuoba Gong also noticed An Ziyu's actions, but he didn't stop it, and he also wanted to know the answer. After all, this letter really has no meaning to Xiao Lang, who is no longer alive.

After death, dust returns to dust, dust returns to earth, all fame and fortune before death, all confidants are indeed not important.

When An Ziyu's left hand was placed on the junction of the letterhead and was about to be opened, he was still hesitating.

But come to think of it, the letter may not really matter. Because in his heart, he always has this master who he has never met, which is the greatest respect for his ancestors.

When he took out the original inside, An Ziyu's eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

There were three or three pieces of paper, and on the three sheets of paper, there was dense handwriting.

Thinking about it, this late old sword saint of the Northern Barbarians may really not be good at writing, the handwriting is sloppy and weak, and the paper is a little dirty. But under a closer look, the words are smooth and the expression is orderly, but it does not lose the demeanor of a generation of sword saints.

At the beginning, Natubhahong wrote:

Xiao Lang my friend, after a long time, I am already dying, I don't know if you can get rid of the clutches of the years and escape the catastrophe.

Back then, I fought with you in the canyon, and I still remember it vividly. The difference between half a move is to lose a lifetime of refinement.

Whether it is despair or regret, I have exhausted my life to pursue the first place in the world, and it is far away.

However, the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade, and I have been looking for a disciple for a day, and his achievements will far exceed my generation in the future, I wonder if you also have such descendants.

......

After reading the beginning of this paragraph, Tuoba Gong asked Xiao Lang two questions in a row, as if he was chatting.

But between the lines, there is a little unwillingness. He cultivated his descendants in order to one day, with the sword technique he handed down, he defeated Xiao Lang's sword technique.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Xiao Lang had no heirs until his death.