Zhao Fei and Hu Ping helped Wu Yongming, a Taoist in purple, to walk out, while Zhuan Zhu led the way holding ancient swordfish intestines.
While walking, the number one assassin in ancient and modern times suddenly stopped.
"Before coming to Yuhang, the young gentleman once wrote a letter to Zhuan, telling him that if he lit it in a critical moment, someone would come to his rescue."
"I wonder if now is the time..."
Zhao Fei was overjoyed when he heard this: "Ah?! My boss has indeed arranged a backup plan!"
"It's time, it's time, why isn't it! Someone is about to die!"
Although Zhao Fei said this, Zhuan Zhu still hesitated:
He has a steady personality, and he is vaguely aware that the unspeakable danger in Hua Jiu is not within the underground palace, but other things.
However, the situation was critical and there was no room for overthinking.
Just like Zhao Fei said: The young gentleman and the major general have fallen into a dangerous situation, it is important to save them!
Zhuanzhu took out the letter and threw it into the air:
Wherever the flame passed, the remaining ashes turned into a gleaming golden paper crane, which swooshed and disappeared.
Purple-clothed Taoist Master Wu Yongming was deeply moved when he saw this.
"Blessings are immeasurable to the Heavenly Lord, and the flying crane delivers the message!"
"Although Master Hua is young, his actions are quite ancient. He is actually the leader of the new generation of our Taoist sect!"
"In a hundred years... In a thousand years, no one may be able to match him!"
After sighing, Wu Yongming continued to speak softly.
"Anyone who can be called an expert by Master Hua must be a peerless power."
"I'll just go to the military camp above and wait quietly."
Central and western Yuhang District, north bank of Tiao River.
An ancient street stands quietly in the misty rain of southern China.
The locals affectionately call this place "Old Street".
An inconspicuous private house deep in the old street had a plaque hung up at some point.
The plaque is very simple: the wooden frame is dyed with ink, and the three artistic seal characters "Tao Ren Jia" are written on it.
The interior of the house is decorated in an antique style, without any trace of modern industry:
The rice paper screen at the entrance is painted with splash-ink landscapes to protect against wind and evil spirits;
There is a table placed horizontally in front of the board wall. In front of the table is a square table with four immortals. On the table, there is a faint green smoke in the copper incense burner;
Behind the copper furnace is a very simple tablet with the four characters "Zhonghuang Taiyi" written on it.
There are four armchairs on the left and right sides of the square table, and a medicine rack is placed in front of the wall on both sides.
A middle-aged Taoist with a concise demeanor was meticulously taking medicine from the medicine shelf:
There is no need to use a jizi (a tool for weighing traditional Chinese medicine) to measure, just put it in the rice paper bag in front of you.
The Taoist said with a smile while busy.
"Brother, more and more neighbors are seeking medical advice. Aren't you afraid of delaying your self-cultivation?"
In the inner room, a kind-faced old man in yellow walked out slowly:
He holds a nine-section staff in his left hand and a yellowed bamboo slip in his right hand.
"Blessings are boundless in the yellow sky."
"Aren't you and I practicing cultivation now?"
After saying this, the two brothers smiled together.
These two people are the two leaders of Taiping Taoism who left the northern country to travel to China: Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao.
The so-called "Great hermitage is hidden in the city, and true cultivation is among the people" is nothing more than this.
Zhang Bao marked the wrapped medicine with the name of the person seeking medical treatment, put down his pen and asked softly.
"Brother, you and I are diligently cultivating merits. I don't know when we will be able to accumulate enough for my third brother to help him reincarnate as a human being."
Zhang Jue's eyes were filled with vicissitudes, and he looked quietly into the distance for a moment before speaking softly.
"Time is just a snap of the fingers, it's coming soon, it's coming soon..."
At this moment, the light outside the window flashed.
I saw the message crane standing quietly on the screen, looking at Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao in a spiritual way, nodding in salute.
Zhang Bao smiled very happily when he saw this.
"Hahaha, Linghe is the matchmaker, Yangxue writes the pen, it's...it's brothers Daji and Xiaoba!"
Zhang Jiao knew that although his second brother's heart-wrenching relationship had been resolved, he still did not want to mention Hua Jiu Nan.
So he stretched out his hand, and the paper crane turned into a letter and gently fell into his hand.
As the letter unfolded, Hua Jiu Nan's excellent pen and ink appeared on the page.
Respect from the two leaders:
More than a month after we said goodbye, we had a deep connection. The two elders have always been well.
The boy Hua Jiunan, Chen Daji, Chang Huaiyun are polite!
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In the following content, Hua Jiunan told everything that happened during this period until they came to the Liangzhu ruins.
But there was no mention of asking for help.
It’s not that Hua Jiunan is being pretentious and can’t help but feel embarrassed.
But for people who will really help you, there is no need to say anything at all: just tell what happened.
If people are willing to come forward, they will naturally come.
If you don't want to wade into this muddy water, it's useless even if you ask grandpa to sue grandma.
On the contrary, it is easy to break up and make it difficult to see each other in the future.
Note: In the Age of Dharma Ending, Hua Jiunan could not use Feihe to pass the message: firstly, because of his special bloodline, and secondly, because Zhang Jiao was the true leader of the Great Sect.