Yi Chen's letter traveled on the road for four days before being stuffed into a large green mailbag.
Just like in many villages in China now, letters are usually piled up in the post office, and the recipients can pick them up themselves, or send an unlucky postman, who rides a green permanent load-carrying bicycle every other week or half a month, crunching sent to the destination.
Yi Chen didn't know the actual situation, so he simply sent the letter.
But Yi Chen's luck has always been good.
A postman was about to go to Yangcun, and the letter was delivered into the parcel at the last moment.
Carefully walking along the rugged road in the countryside, this postman in his forties, a typical traditional Chinese man and an honest local, would never know that among the letters he was about to send, there would be one that would cause a stir.
What kind of bloody storm?
On the way, the chain of the bicycle broke once.
Fortunately, the postman already had experience and brought his own tools in the mail bag.
After a little repair, he was on the road again half an hour later.
If it costs two yuan at a car repair shop in town, he won't be able to part with it.
Well, the little kid at home is clamoring to buy a pen.
Doesn't this only have the money for a pen?
Yangcun is a small village with only twenty-seven households.
Originally, no letters would come here in a year and a half.
However, recently there have been more than a dozen young people in the village who have gone out to work.
They often When the letter came back, the post office simply saved up two months of letter paper and delivered it all at once.
Anyway, there are several villages near Yangcun, and it just so happened that the letters from this area were sent together.
The postman has a harder time, having to travel more than sixty miles at a time, but he has a bonus of ten dollars, which is quite a lot.
It is easy to identify Yangcun.
In the middle of Yangcun is a huge, scary old poplar tree.
It is at least as thick as three adults can surround it.
It is struck by lightning several times every year, but it is strange.
The best thing is that it can't hurt a single leaf.
The postman had already sorted the letter paper delivered to Yangcun.
He stood on the bag under the big poplar tree and shouted: "The letter has been received... everyone has come to receive the letter."
Then he put a stack of letter paper on it.
He put it under the tree and pressed it with a stone. . .
He just didn't know what to do with that air express letter.
Mr.
Yang received it at No. 6, Yangcun 5th Road, xx Town, xx County, Sichuan Province, China.
This, isn't this address a joke?
Yangcun was called Yangcun because of this poplar tree.
At least he didn't remember anyone named Yang.
I was in a hurry when I left the post office just now and didn't check the address, otherwise I would have sent it back directly. . .
A lean old man walked by with a wooden stick and smiled at the postman: "Here we go again."
The postman nodded and smiled: "Yes, you are still energetic..."
The postman suddenly reacted: "Isn't this old man named Yang?
Why didn't you think of him just now...
Yes, such an old man who is about to die. , who would pay attention to him?
And it is rare to live alone in a small house on the mountain. " He quickly stopped him: "Old man Yang, your letter is from abroad."
Old Man Yang laughed: "My old man's letter from abroad.
I have never been out of Qingcheng Mountain in my life...
Bring it and take a look..."
The postman walked a few steps towards him and took out the letter.
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Old Yang's expression had changed a bit.
He didn't even look at the envelope.
He nodded and said, "Well, it's for me, an old friend I haven't seen for a long time...
He It’s weird to go abroad.”
He almost grabbed the letter and walked towards the village without touching the ground.
The postman laughed and said, "That's right.
It seems like he misses you."
He didn't think much about whether there was something wrong.
Old Man Yang staggered far away.
When he saw no one around, he walked straight up the back mountain.
An inhuman green light flashed in his eyes.
He leaned towards a giant tree and disappeared.
The room was suddenly empty, as if no one had passed by at all just now.
The Dunjia Sect is different from the Tianxing Sect.
The Tianxing Sect simply uses formations to occupy the mountains with a radius of more than a hundred miles, and closes the door to live a leisurely life.
The Dunjia Sect has seven or eight small Taoist temples in the mountains of Qingcheng Mountain.
There are more than two hundred disciples and monks who live under the sect.
The other disciples are traveling around the world, looking for raw materials to make armor-defying equipment and honing their cultivation.
The closest Taoist temples to each other are about ten miles away, often on the mountainside of two peaks.
You can hear each other shouting, but ordinary people have to climb for a long time.
Mr.
Yang flashed out from a willow tree in the courtyard of the Essence of the World, and hit the little Taoist boy who was cleaning the courtyard with his cane on the buttocks: "Hey, are you the leader of Qingfeng or Qingyun?"
The little Taoist boy quickly threw away his broom and said, "Uncle, the master is playing chess with Master Huozhen in the backyard."
Mr.
Yang rubbed his head: "You people, you don't even take your Taoist names seriously.
Look, Qingfeng Fuyun, these tacky names.
If the disciples of each sect call them casually, there are at least twenty small Taoists with this name.
Aren’t you troubling me, old man?”
The little Taoist boy almost laughed, but Mr.
Yang was too lazy to use his escape technique and walked quickly towards the backyard with his cane.
The contemporary head of the Dunjia Sect, Taoist Master Kongtian, has a five-strand willow beard and is usually as warm-hearted as warm water.
But from the fact that he especially likes to make friends with Master Huo, a character with a temper that can break the sky, we know that he is The real one is a fiery and life-threatening old man.
Even Tianleizi of the Tianxing Sect was his drinking buddy.
If the status of the leader hadn't suppressed him, Master Kongtian would have been slapping his butt and causing trouble everywhere.
Seeing Mr.
Yang go in, his body was thin and shriveled, wrapped in a green preacher's robe, and his whole body was enveloped in a layer of red smoke.
The heat wave within three feet of his body was overwhelming.
Zhenren Huo clapped his hands and laughed: "Old Yang Shu , you are here, okay, okay, if you can find the monkey on Qingcheng Mountain, go and steal a thousand catties of monkey wine for me. " Mr.
Yang was so angry that he swept his cane over: "You are a big monkey yourself.
You emptied Qingcheng and Emei of one thousand kilograms.
If you can take out two hundred kilograms, I will knock my head into the Five Elements Sect and worship you now."
Master...
Leader, this is a letter from the Tianxing Sect, directed to you."
The old Taoist Kongtian was stunned for a moment: "Hey, Tianxing Sect is not far away.
If you have anything to do, you can come over and tell me, and even send a letter.
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Hey, as soon as Taoist Brother Tianxinzi retreats, Taoist Brother Tianxianzi is also facing the wall.
Just Tian Fengzi and other fellow Taoists, Tianxing Sect, have become ridiculous.
They usually laugh and yell at us and play the piano, but now they have learned to play these false rituals.
Is this necessary among our sects?"
Mr.
Yang sat down on the ground, smacked his legs and said, "Oh, they are from some foreign country...
Didn't Yiyangzi and the others go to the UK?
Maybe there was something going on, and they sent it here."
He handed over the envelope casually, and then watched with joy in his heart as Zhenren Huo calmly changed the positions of the chess pieces on the chessboard, and forcibly blocked a small dragon of Kongtian Laodao.
Master Kongtian took the envelope and was stunned for a moment: "It's not Yiyangzi, but...
Do you two remember the Yichenzi that Tianxing Sect drove away five years ago?"
Mr.
Yang stretched his neck: "That Yichenzi, who was said to be the most talented person in the Tianxing Sect for thousands of years, was later taken away by a few disrespectful bastards from the Taoism Sect."
Master Kongtian nodded, pointed his hand, and the envelope was shattered into pieces, revealing the shimmering silver letter.
He read it slowly and said to himself: "It seems that Yichenzi still has such strong real energy now."
They are much purer than Yiyangzi and the others, what is the reason for this?"
Mr.
Yang and Mr.
Huozhen looked at Mr.
Kongtian eagerly.
One was eager to find something to make a fuss about, while the other was happily waiting to continue playing chess.
After killing Mr.
Kongtian, he went back.
You can brag a lot.
Who knows that the chess skills of several senior brothers are not as good as Kongtian Laodao, and they have been humiliated by him three or five times every day for more than two hundred years, but I have seen enough of his arrogant face.
Master Kongtian took a long breath, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, and the smile became brighter and brighter.
However, Mr.
Yang and Master Huo seemed to have seen a ghost and whispered: "Brother Taoist leader, don't scare us.
What happened?"
Kongtian Laodao's lung capacity seemed to be a little too large.
He breathed in one breath, and the wind and clouds above a dozen nearby mountains suddenly changed.
A long breath was sucked into his mouth like a tornado.
The clouds in the sky were changing like a revolving door, the streams in the mountains were rolling back involuntarily, the trees were shaking and swaying, and the metal veins buried underground actually made an extremely vibrating jingling sound.
The power of the five elements was driven by him alone, and it was turbulent like crazy. stand up.
Master Kongtian punched the chess table, and Huo Zhenren watched with great regret as the chess board and chess pieces were shattered into pieces in a heat wave.
Master Kongtian flew up, suspended a hundred feet above the ground, and shouted wildly: "The Feitian Dunjia Fu, made by the ancestor, summons 977 disciples from four generations of the Dunjia Sect to gather at the Dunjia Temple."
The red smoke all over Huo Zhenren's body was turbulent, and he suddenly said: "The old Taoist priest lost his temper.
What happened?
He summoned all the disciples of the Dunjia Sect.
What did he want to do to break into the mountain gate of the Taoism Sect?
It's winter, okay?
It’s not just about breaking in, why should we, the Five Elements Sect, add a hand?”
Yang Laoyi slapped his buttocks with a cane: "Old monkey, you don't know the importance of it.
Charge at the mountain gate of Tao De Sect.
Do you want hundreds of monks to cause chaos?
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However, in addition to fighting other sects, there is no need to summon so many people, right?
Chief, you I'm having a stroke."
Mr.
Yang shouted the last sentence loudly, for fear that Mr.
Kongtian wouldn't hear it.
Master Kongtian descended with a warm smile on his face: "Brother, old monkey, do you remember that a thousand years ago, someone knelt down and worshiped in front of the gate of Dunjia Sect for seven days and seven nights and became a member of Dunjia Sect?"
Purple flames flashed in Zhenren Huo's eyes: "That, that bastard fucker who colluded with outsiders and stole the Human Dungeon from your Dunjia Sect's Three Heavenly Dungeon Books, as well as the Introduction to the Five Elements True Interpretation of my Five Elements Sect. . .
Are you talking about him?”
Old Taoist Kong Tian smiled more and more happily: "Yes, yes, that's him.
Speaking of it, he is also an elder of our sect...
It turns out that he is not from our country, he is an islander on the east island, stealing from us After reading the classics, he actually founded a sect on the east island.
You think, this can be considered as a matter of bringing glory to our Dunjia Sect and Five Elements Sect.
Well, if the founder knew what happened today, he would probably break away from the fairy world and return. " Mr.
Yang stuck out his tongue that was more than a foot long: "That bastard who we have been hunting for thousands of years without any results."
Master Huo jumped into the sky with a stream of fireworks and went straight into the depths of Qingcheng Mountain.
He quickly left a message: "Kongtian Lao Niubi, let me tell you, if you dare to lead people to rush into other people's mountain gates like this, I'll cut off your beard.
I'll report it to the leader."
After a stick of incense, more than a dozen colorful rays of light rose into the sky from the Seclusion Temple and flew towards various caves in China. . .
Gradually, from those caves, all kinds of brilliance shot out one after another, interweaving in the air, which was really lively and beautiful. . .
In the world, many things always have luck.
If Tian Xinzi had not retreated, if Tian Xianzi had not faced the wall, even Tian Fengzi, Tian Yunzi, Tian Songzi, Tian Tianzi, Tian Huizi, etc. would have been able to survive a little bit by wandering around the mountain gate that day.
But that day If he wanted to die, Tianleizi rubbed his belly and took two of his disciples to watch the mountain scenery at the mountain gate.
To put it bluntly, he was extremely bored and didn't want to meditate and practice, so he sat here in a daze.
Then, the fiery red Dunjia Sect Feifu came, and Tianleizi caught it with one hand.
Tianleizi read the message on Feifu, laughed wildly three times, and gave the order to the two apprentices: "I will go to the foot of the mountain to get drunk and see if I can pick up a new junior brother for you.
If the master uncle and the others When asked, just say...
But don't say that I took Fei Fu out.
You two are both good disciples of the master.
I will definitely not tell you if you want to learn from Da Zhou Tianxin.
It’s not allowed to say anything.
Yeah, remember.”
Tianleizi slipped out of Tianxing Sect like a thief, leaving the two disciples looking at each other in shock.
Tianleizi had just flown less than ten miles towards Qingcheng Mountain with his sword, and his head fell down again.
He was thinking on the ground: "If I just go like this, I will definitely lose face...
We, hundreds of monks, We have always been on the same page.
It would be outrageous if I were the only one from Tianxing Sect to run away.
Yes.
But if my brothers and sisters go, I won’t have a chance to show my face.
By the way, there are still a few thousand-year-old beast spirits in the back mountain.
Just bring them here to show off.
He said he is my new disciple, no one said that our upright cultivators are not allowed to accept spirits as disciples, right?"
These beast spirits are not the ones Yi Chen has saved, but some good fairies who truly devote themselves to the Tao, have profound cultivation, and are dedicated to taking off their fur, scales, and armor, and achieving righteousness.
They have gained many favors from the Tianxing Sect on weekdays.
The benefit is equivalent to taking shelter under the Tianxing Sect.
Tianleizi came up with this crooked idea.
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Are there any of these beast spirits who are not dedicated to their efforts?
Beimang Mountain, the underground palace thousands of feet below the mountain, the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain rolled his green eyes: "Hmph, it's none of our business that the orthodox people are going to deal with the traitors, so let them go... hum. , there is no benefit, why should we take action?”
A pale white wandering soul flew up quickly: "Your Majesty, you can't say that."
The Ghost King took a crunchy bite of the fresh sika deer thigh meat and said in a squeaky voice: "Well, tell me, if we go and they don't like us, that's all.
If there are any benefits, I'll do it."
Take someone with you.”
The wandering spirit let out a sharp laugh: "Your Majesty, if you think about that sect, it can escape the Dunjia Sect and the Five Elements Sect's pursuit for thousands of years, and it will naturally have some climate.
There must be many disciples under the sect, and they must have some cultivation.
Those are all masters of sufficient Yuanyang, and And the body is much stronger than that of ordinary people...
Hey, aren't there too few puppet warriors in our harem recently?
The energy they have trained can also supplement the skills of our low-level ghosts. , you can also use it as a handyman."
The Ghost King shook his tall body and laughed wildly: "Yeah, yeah, why didn't you think of it?
Well, well, those decent monks, if we touch their disciples, it will definitely be a big trouble, but if we touch those traitors, they What else is there to say?
Gagaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but, all the members of Jiuyou Nether Palace are going to go out and take advantage of it.
Huh, grab more good bodies and bring them back."
A tall skeleton warrior had a question: "Your Majesty, what did they say about Britain?
Where is Britain?
In the Central Plains or in Southern Xinjiang?"
The Ghost King and the Wandering Soul were both stunned.
They were in a daze for a long time.
After racking their little brains, the Ghost King clapped his hands and laughed: "Idiot, we don't know.
We can just grab a living person and ask...
Quack, quack, quack.”
There was a lot of flattery in the underground palace: "Your Majesty, Sheng Ming...
Sheng Ming..."
The rain is coming. . .
However, Yi Chen had a great time chatting with Off and West in Manchester.
He had no idea that China's sects of cultivating Taoism, cultivating demons, cultivating demons, etc. had already started making trouble because of one of his letters
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