Jianghu is so big

After sending Jiang Shenglin away, Zhu Yanyin carefully recalled the conversation between the two just now, and felt more and more that she was related to Jianghu, and maybe she was really good friends with Li Suishi for many years... No, they are old acquaintances.

He took the feather duster by the bed and waved it twice, trying to find some shadows of the heroes of the past.It turned out that it was a coincidence that Zhao Mingchuan pushed the door open at this time and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Yanyin looked at him calmly: "Grey is big, it makes me cough, dust off."

"This is already the cleanest inn in the city." Zhao Mingchuan poured a glass of warm water for him, "I'm afraid the only place to live better than Fumanmen is Wanren Palace."

Zhu Yanyin took the opportunity to ask: "Looking at the reaction of genius doctor Cai Jiang just now, does brother Ming Chuan also feel that my relationship with Wanren Palace is not simple?"

"...I can't say it." After these two days of brainwashing rumors, Zhao Mingchuan is actually a little skeptical about life, and he just received another letter, which clearly poked the seal of the Wulin League, written by the leader Wan Zhuyun himself, saying He wanted to ask Zhu Yanyin to come forward and invite Palace Mistress Li of Wanren Palace to go to the meeting hall in three days to discuss with the heroes about the crusade against the Demon Cult.

Zhu Yanyin felt her ears start to ring: "I'm going to invite Palace Master Li? But I don't even know where Wanren Palace is, but it's in Wuquan Mountain outside the city?"

Zhao Mingchuan corrected: "Wanren Palace is not on the top of the mountain, but an underground palace passed down hundreds of years ago."

Zhu Yanyin wondered: "Why is the underground palace called Wanren? Isn't the word Wanren often used to describe mountains that are high and steep?"

Zhao Mingchuan: "...I don't know, maybe it's digging deep?"

Zhu Yanyin: That's fine, you people in Jianghu really don't read books, so uninhibited!

However, whether the Wanren Palace built underground is qualified to be called the Wanren Palace is obviously not the focus of the two of them. The point is that the letter written by the leader of the martial arts has been sent, so how to deal with it next.

Zhu Yanyin first entered the rivers and lakes, she was not very skilled but courageous, so she offered to ask: "Shall I go to meet that Palace Master Li?"

Zhao Mingchuan quickly dissuaded him: "It's better to write a letter and go in first, to explore the way."

Zhu Yanyin thinks about it, it's okay.

So he took out a mahogany lacquer box from the cabinet, and when he opened it, it smelled fragrant. Zhao Mingchuan looked at it curiously: "Is this peach blossom paper?"

"It's spring breeze paper, which is more rare than peach blossom paper." Zhu Yanyin handed him a piece of paper, "Through the light, you can see the faint patterns of patterns, like the spring scenery in March in the south of the Yangtze River. When you write a letter to an old friend with it, it just responds to a poem from the predecessors. Give a sprig of spring."

Not to mention a piece of paper, but the price is also staggering.Zhu Yanyin's handwriting is delicate and elegant, which is just right for the paper full of spring in March. Since the situation is still uncertain, he did not confide his heart too violently in the letter. After talking about it in detail, he asked Li Sui if he would like to go to the Wulin League for a talk.

"Is that all right?" Zhu Yanyin handed over the envelope.

Zhao Mingchuan had no idea: "Let's try this first." No matter how cruel Palace Master Li is, he would not be upset because of a letter, at most he didn't see it, it was not a loss.

So this floral-scented letter was wrapped in the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, wrapped in the anxiety of the second young master Zhu, and was sent to Wanren Palace together.

Li Suike sat on the stone chair: "What did you write?"

Jiang Shenglin: "I invite you to discuss matters in the Wulin League."

Li Sui looked at the pink letter paper and frowned in disgust: "Has the Wulin League become like this?"

Jiang Sheng smiled: "It was sent by Second Young Master Zhu. He is a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River, and his food and clothing are naturally luxurious. When I was a doctor for him, the payment he offered was enough to buy a piece of northeast snowfield. He wrote this letter on behalf of Master Wan. Yes, it is said that all sects will gather in the meeting hall in three days, how about... you go to see it too?"

Li Sui snorted disdainfully, didn't say anything, but didn't say no.

……

Zhu Yanyin looked forward to it for two days with great anticipation, but he didn't even look forward to returning to Wanren Palace. The raging flames in his heart were extinguished by half, and he asked listlessly, "How should I explain to Wanmengzhu?"

Zhao Mingchuan comforted him, the leader wrote to you just to think of multiple ways, he didn't mean to force Palace Master Li to be invited, I just went back to him later, it doesn't matter.

Zhu Yanyin asked again: "Then can I still participate in the discussion of the Wulin League?"

"Naturally." Zhao Mingchuan nodded, "Tomorrow you and I will go together, presumably Dr. Jiang will be there as well. Let's discuss with him about going north to seek medical treatment."

Zhu Xiaosui got a headache when he heard about the martial arts conference, but Zhu Yanyin was very excited. He sat by the bed and wondered, if I want to attend such a grand occasion, should I get a capable bunt and a good ancient sword? Only by developing a little chivalrous spirit can one better integrate into the entire martial arts world.

Zhu Xiaosui: You don't have to!

In the end, I wore brocade.The belt and cuffs are embroidered with light peach blossoms, and the incense in the purse is also peach blossoms, light and elegant.

Zhu Xiaosui tidied up his clothes for him, feeling rather sad. My son is so spotless and elegant, but he has to go to the smoky martial arts conference for no use. ,well.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhu Yanyin turned back and forth, the hem of her clothes billowing like wild snow, and asked, "Would it be a little weird to wear it this way?"

Zhu Xiaosui replied firmly, didn't you always dress like this in the past, what's so weird?It doesn't get much more normal than that.If you want to say it's weird, it's weird to wear a short soldier with a long sword, so if the master finds out about the outfit of a low-class reckless man, he will definitely be furious.

Zhu Yanyin was persuasive: "If you don't tell me, my father won't know."

Zhu Xiaosui remained unmoved: "No, the master told me before we set off that we must talk about everything, big or small."

Zhu Yanyin: All right, all right, I won't wear them.

……

The meeting hall of the Wulin League is in the west of the city.

Many people had gathered in the courtyard long ago, and they were all discussing in low voices that "Master Wan League wrote the invitation letter himself". Doesn't this further confirm the great identity of Second Young Master Zhu?The rings are intertwined, and they all match up!

So when Zhu Yanyin and Zhao Mingchuan walked into the courtyard, another round of commotion broke out. Everyone pushed forward to chat a few words, and those who couldn't squeeze in the front raised their hands and waved their faces. There were bright smiles, and there were warriors who even tried to step on the heads of their colleagues and fly over. The order was out of control for a while.

"Master!" Zhu Xiaosui was blocked by the crowd outside the yard, and anxiously stood on tiptoe and called him, "Go slowly!"

Zhu Yanyin also wanted to slow down, but there were too many people around, her feet were almost not touching the ground, and even Zhao Mingchuan couldn't protect him, she stretched her arms hastily, but only managed to catch a strand of snow-white clothes in time.

"Brother!"

"Brother Ming Chuan!"

It was hoarse, and the scene was similar to a bitter drama. If people who didn't know it saw it, they would probably shed tears of emotion on the spot.

Li Sui stood alone on the roof, watching the farce in the courtyard coldly.It's not that he doesn't want to join forces with the Wulin League, but he doesn't want to join forces with the Wulin League who seems so brainless. The spies of the Devil's Cult are almost all over the city, but this group of people is still scrambling to shout "Mr. Zhu", not so much Jianghu sects, it is better to say that the old dan on the stage wants to open his voice, and how full he is, will he be persuaded by Jiang Shenglin to participate in this trash group of martial arts conference?

Thinking of this, Palace Master Li shook his sleeves behind his back, wanting to leave.

As a result, the swing of the sleeve was a little too big, which was seen by the people below.

"Palace Master Li!"

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the courtyard, everyone raised their heads and looked at Li Sui on the roof in shock.

The northwest wind rolled in at the right time, with a chilling roar, and the wide sleeves of the toga were rolled up all over the sky.

The yellow sand dimmed the sun by three points.

The world became more and more silent and chaotic.

Li Sui's brows and eyes are naturally sharp, his nose is high and his lips are thin. As long as he doesn't smile, he looks like a blood-soaked knife. Coupled with the environment where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, the aura of a murderer is overwhelming.

The people in the yard were trembling, with the corners of their mouths raised stiffly, trying to make their faces look happy.

Li Sui said "You are going to die soon" written all over his face.

"Palace Master Li." Wan Zhuyun heard the commotion outside, personally led people out to greet him, and greeted, "Please come in quickly."

Jiang Shenglin was also in the Wulin League team, he came earlier and had already had tea for a long time.

Li Sui had just been fed a pot of thick tonic by him in the morning, now recalling the strange taste, his stomach began to churn again.And it is said that there are still a lot of the same kind of medicinal materials in the warehouse, all sent by Zhu Ergong, the quantity is enough for more than ten strong men to make soup, and drink it freely for March and May. .

Thinking of this, his eyes swept across the sudden whiteness in the crowd, and he let out a merciless "hum".

Zhu Yanyin: "..."

The atmosphere in the courtyard was weird, mainly because the Grand Palace Master Li looked so much like the devil himself, that everyone present didn't need to go to the Northeast Snow City, and they could draw their swords and start a crusade on the spot.

The genius doctor had no choice but to put on a fake smile, and gently called out: "Master Li."

Didn't we all agree to go to the Northeast together?Why are you still standing there?Come down quickly!

For Jiang Shenglin's sake, Li Sui finally flew into the courtyard.

The whole Jianghu breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Yanyin, who does not belong to Jianghu, also heaved a sigh of relief for no reason.

However, before he could return to Zhao Mingchuan, a piece of darkness suddenly flew towards him... I didn't know what it was, so I instinctively reached out and grabbed it, only to find that it was a cloak.

The cloak of Palace Master Li.

Just before he entered the house, he untied it casually and threw it to the side. His original intention was to cover the big snow-white eye-catching canopy, so as not to relive the taste of sour and bitter tonic. The weird reason for the twists and turns?

Everyone's psychological activities are basically like this.

Zhu Yanyin: Ah, I didn't have a little bit of defense. Why did he throw the cloak to me? Is there any special meaning in throwing the cloak in the martial arts?

Other sects: Palace Master Li actually gave the cloak to Young Master Zhu, he must be afraid that the northwest wind would dirty his white and light clothes, but he did not hide his concern in front of so many people, I knew the relationship between these two people must not be simple !

So everyone went up to help one after another, shook off the pitch-black cloak enthusiastically, and put it on for Second Young Master Zhu on the spot.