Lanke Chess Edge

In the Zhu family, Zhu Cheng was still worried about his father being angry, for fear that he would delay his father's important affairs, but when Zhu Yanxu came back, the whole Zhu family found that the old man was refreshed and in a good mood, and he even spoke more kindly than usual. some.

At Ju'an Xiaoge, after Zhu Yanxu had disappeared, Ji Yuan returned to the courtyard, and then the small noise in the courtyard exploded at once.

"Huh... Finally left!"

"Yes, yes, this person can really wait!"

"That's right, as soon as the sun goes down!"

"Uninvited old man!"

"Oh, it's killing me!"

"It's killing me too!"

"You don't hold me back."

"You fart, I hold back even more!"

"What pastries did he bring?"

"The ones outside the temple, the kind the Grand Master likes the most."

"Oh, it's very thoughtful!"

"It's an official."

"Hua Diao, and Hua Diao!"

"What are flower carvings? Can you have the wine in the grand master's thousand-dou pot?"

...

This piece of chattering all emerged from the jujube tree, precisely because of Zhu Yanxu's arrival, the little characters who hadn't spoken for half an afternoon.

Ji Yuan rubbed his forehead, but didn't scold them, and went to the courtyard to watch his work in the afternoon.

The ink marks of these four characters have already dried up. Ordinary people will only think that the characters are good at first glance. Even people who really understand calligraphy find it amazing. After a closer look, they can’t see much, because although these four characters have a way Inside, but the charm is restrained and not obvious.

It's just that this plaque is really not that simple. Now that the most critical first half of "The Wonderful Law of Heaven and Earth" has been completed, the practice of calculus and destiny is almost naturally transformed into it. Observing the small characters during this period can be regarded as benefiting from the writing A lot.

Therefore, although these four characters are not written decrees, nor are they more powerful edicts, they elicit not only the name of a small courtyard, but also a part of it.

Holding the plaque, Ji Yuan went back to the gate of the small courtyard again, held the plaque up with one hand, and the wooden plaque flew up by itself, rightly hanging on the original position.

"Not bad, a new look!"

With a smile, he walked into the courtyard and closed the courtyard door, then sat on the stone table and took out the stack of letters and began to read.

Of these letters, there were indeed two from monk Huitong, one from Lu Chengfeng, three from Du Heng, and more from the Yin family, perhaps twenty or thirty.

Ji Yuan already knew the contents of Monk Huitong's letter at Daliang Temple, so Ji Yuan tore it up and glanced at it and put it aside.

The rest of the letters were meant to be opened one by one, and what was said in them was not a big deal. There was information and solutions, and it was more about some parents' gossip. When they read the letters, they couldn't help but smile.

Letters naturally cannot include everything in life, but looking at these letters, Ji Yuan seems to have felt what happened in these years and witnessed the growth of the second son of the Yin family.

. . .

Over the Yucui Mountain nearly a thousand miles away, a paper crane was flying rapidly in a gust of wind. At this moment, the speed of the paper crane's flapping wings was so fast that it caused afterimages, and the flying speed reached the peak of his crane life so far.

It was only after reaching the sky surrounded by mist somewhere in Yucui Mountain that the speed of the little paper crane slowed down, and the frequency of flapping its wings also became normal.

Suspended in the sky, looking down, there is a large area that is almost white, but the little paper crane who has been here once knows that the entrance of Yuhuai Holy Realm is just below.

After descending some heights and flying around the fog for a few times, the paper crane did not enter from the center of the fog, but circled somewhere on the edge. Like big marshmallows.

Unlike ordinary mountain dwellers who are easy to get lost, paper cranes have a very clear flight trajectory. It seems to be useless in front of it, at least the confusion function is so.

About half an hour later, the little paper crane jumped out of the place where the fog was densest, and entered a place where the fog was relatively thin.

The paper crane landed on a big rock, twisted its body and raised its head to look at the surrounding sky, seeing nothing, so it tilted its head and lowered its head to look around, finally turned the paper head to the lowest position, and looked around. Boulders under.

"Boom... Boom Boom... Boom Boom Boom..."

Sometimes crisp and sometimes piercing sounds are transmitted in the valley, sometimes the sound is low, sometimes the sound is loud, intermittent and regular.

"Slightly... slightly..."

There was the sound of cranes in the sky, and then went away after a few rings in the sky.

"Boom...boom...dangdang..."

The strange sound continued.

Not long after, a gentle woman in a feather coat came through the fog, looked here from a distance, and after searching around, she finally found a small paper bird on a boulder I'm constantly pecking at the stone, and I've already chiselled out a shallow pit as deep as a fingernail.

"Could it be a paper crane?"

This crane was the one who had an old relationship with the Wei family back then. Although the time for the crane guarding the mountain was approaching, it was still her.

The appearance of this paper bird is no stranger to Aunt Crane, although I don't know if it is the same one, but it should be a paper crane made by a great supernatural being, so the meaning of this paper crane is extraordinary.

Seeing clearly that it was a paper crane, Aunt He didn't dare to neglect her, she quickly appeared and approached the big rock in a few steps. Seeing Aunt Crane coming, Zhihe also stopped his mouth movements and looked up at her.

Aunt He cupped her hands at the paper crane and asked.

"Excuse me, are you here on a special trip to Yuhuai Mountain?"

The paper crane nodded, flapped its wings and flew up, landed on Aunt He's shoulder, turned to look at her and then stopped moving. Aunt He reckoned that the meaning was to let her take it to the Yuhuai Holy Land.

Aunt Crane checked briefly, but found no evil spirit on the paper crane, so she flew up into the sky, took the paper crane through the formation of Yuhuai Mountain, and headed towards the holy land of Yuhuai.

The fact that Ji Yuan sent the paper crane to deliver the news quickly reached the ears of the Dazheng who is now guarding the Shuyun Tower, and he directly asked Aunt He to take the paper crane to the top of the Shuyun Tower.

After a while, there were not only two Dazhengs on duty on the top of Shuyun Tower, but also a group of monks including Qiu Feng and others, and the paper crane was in the palm of Daren Ren.

Zhihe looked at the robed Xianxiu who was sitting cross-legged safely, and some fragments flashed in his memory, as if this person wanted to burn it at the beginning.

"I already know what Mr. Ji means, and I'll tell you now, according to the paper crane...uh..."

In the middle of Ren Zhenren's speech, he seemed to feel that the paper crane was staring at him with a strange look. Although the paper crane didn't even have eyes, he frowned and continued talking.

"According to the spirit conveyed by the paper crane boy, Mr. Ji will come to visit my Yuhuai Mountain after a while. This is the first time Mr. Ji has visited my Yuhuai Holy Land, and he needs to be treated well, and Mr. Ji seems to be going to the northern border of Hengzhou Nine The Fairy Journey Conference in Fengshan, intends to go with us!"

Ren Daren subconsciously looked down at the paper crane in his palm, and felt that when he said "Paper Crane Boy", the weird feeling of the little paper crane staring at him disappeared, or it softened a lot.

Master Yangming sitting cross-legged below said almost immediately.

"Uncle, although the invitation for the Fairy Journey Conference has already been sent to my mountain gate, we, Yuhuai Mountain, have not attended the conference for two years."

"But Mr. Ji is going!"

Another Xianxiu interrupted below.

"Well, because Mr. Ji wants to go, I think I, Yuhuai Mountain, can go this time. It's even a good opportunity. Although the conference is boring, but after all, there are many like-minded people. It's good to use Mr. Ji's light to show your face !"

What Qiu Feng said seemed vulgar, but it coincided with what many people thought.

"Junior Nephew Qiu is right. Junior Brother Ren, what happened more than a hundred years ago is also the matter of Master Ziyu's uncle. It's been so long, so there should be no problem. Why don't we send a message to Yu Zhufeng to ask for opinions?"

Another big real person next to him spoke, which also made everyone nod, and soon the news spread to Yuzhu Peak, a quiet place in Yuhuai Mountain.

Apart from deciding to go to Jiufeng Mountain this time, Yuhuaishan also thought that since Mr. Ji had returned to Ju'an Xiaoge, he should not just wait for him to come to his door, and Yuhuaishan should also pay a visit.

After thinking about it, the burden finally fell on Qiu Feng and Yangming, two immortal cultivators. They would each take a disciple to go, and it was Wei Yuansheng and Monk Yiyi. In addition, Ju Yuanzi, who had a high level of cultivation, would also go there together.

The little paper crane had already left Yuhuai Mountain one step ahead of time, and quickly flapped its wings and flew towards Ning'an County. The mana exerted by Ji Yuan on its body had not been completely exhausted, so its wings were still flapping fast this time.

At this time, the night in Ning'an County was quiet, with stars above his head, Ji Yuan was sitting in the courtyard drinking Huadiao wine with pastries from the building outside the temple, smiling while drinking.

‘Meeting villagers during the day and seeing ghosts and gods at night, when I go home this time, it’s the same as going home during the Chinese New Year in my previous life...’

With that in mind, there was already a knock on the courtyard door.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Mr. Ji, is it convenient for Song Shichang to visit?"

The old city god of Ning'an County outside the gate of the courtyard looked up at the plaque above his head while talking. Obviously, it was newly written today. The calligraphy between the lines is full of charm, but it seems that it is just a name, and there is no magical technique contained in it.

Ji Yuan quickly walked to the gate of the courtyard to open the door for the old city god himself, and the two sides bowed their hands and saluted each other when they met.

"Old City God, are you safe and sound?"

"Mr. Ji is good!"

"Please come in!"

"good!"

Ji Yuan borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and just took the things Zhu Yanxu brought to entertain the old city god.