Su Yi thought for a while and said, "Do you have a pen and paper with you?"
Wang Zhuo immediately took out a pen and paper from a treasure bag and handed it over.
Su Yi put down his pen, hurriedly wrote a note and sealed it, then took out the black copper whistle that looked like a snail, put it to his lips and blew it.
Buzz!
A strange melody resounded, reaching high into the sky through the rain curtain.
In just a moment, a bird of prey burst through the sky. Its wings were light gray, like a small goshawk, with a pair of green eyes and a pair of bright red claws.
Su Yi threw the note in his hand, and the Swift Bird's figure flashed, holding the note in its mouth, and flew away.
"You can leave now."
Su Yi turned around and looked at Wang Zhuo.
Wang Zhuo seemed a little unbelievable and said: "Master Su, are you sure you want to let Wang go?"
"You should think about how to take the future."
With that said, Su Yi held an oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the distance.
The rain gradually became lighter, mist filled the mountains and fields, and soon Su Yi could no longer be seen.
Wang Zhuo stared at this scene blankly, and then he was sure that he had escaped.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself: "It's in vain that I am still among the top ten innate martial arts sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Compared with the real practitioners, I am just an ant living in the secular world..."
With a long sigh, the leader of Tianxing Academy stood up and walked away, looking lonely.
…
The night is as dark as ink.
The top of a solitary mountain.
The campfire was raging, and a skinny old man with a scruffy beard and hair was sitting on the ground, holding an ancient book in his hand and studying quietly by the light of the fire, with a leisurely demeanor.
Not far away, a middle-aged monk wearing cassocks, with a shiny head and a shiny body, was lying on the soft straw and slept soundly, snoring like thunder.
On a vigorous pine tree on one side, a man in a black robe with a prim and serious appearance sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed and his breath long.
On the edge of the cliff, there was a boy-like man in a white robe sitting there, holding a brown and oily roast chicken in his hand, his mouth full of oil as he ate, and his delicate face was full of enjoyment.
Suddenly, in the night sky very far away, a bird of light came through the sky.
The young man in white robe who was eating chicken pointed at the skinny old man by the campfire and said vaguely: "Go find him."
Whoosh!
The light bird landed lightly on the skinny old man's shoulder.
The skinny old man put away the scroll in his hand helplessly, took out a round and clear copper mirror from his sleeve robe, made a secret in his hand, and tapped it gently towards the Jiguang Bird.
laugh!
The body of the Swift Light Bird trembled, and a magnificent and colorful ray of light shot out from its pair of green pupils. When it was reflected on the round copper plate, scenes suddenly emerged.
That was clearly the battle scene that took place in Longqiao Station.
"A fight started so soon?"
The skinny old man was surprised.
Soon, when he saw the scene of Su Yi killing the girl playing the piano with his sword from the air, the skinny old man couldn't help but be moved and murmured:
"What a terrible swordsmanship!"
As one of the seven elders of Shifang Pavilion located in the territory of Dazhou, the skinny old man naturally knew that the woman playing the piano was an innate martial sect from Daqin.
His name was Huang Duanyu, and he was known as "Qin Sword Master". He was proficient in swordsmanship and Qin skills. His strength was enough to be crowned king and prime minister in the Zhou Dynasty.
But such an innate martial sect was split in half by a sword!
That bloody scene made the skinny old man gasp.
"Let me take a look."
The young man in white robe came over with a half-eaten roast chicken in his arms and stared at it with smart eyes.
Looking at the scenes, his face was full of curiosity.
Soon, when he saw the "Liuhe Qi Gathering Formation" composed of Tie Kong and the eighteen figures attacking, the white-robed boy clicked his tongue and exclaimed:
"This battle formation is so powerful that the strength of Tie Kong, the 'powerful violent ape', has at least doubled, and he can compete with Wang Zhuo."
But not long after he finished speaking, the young man in white robe was stunned, holding the roast chicken in his hand blankly, his delicate cheeks full of shock.
The skinny old man on one side also had straight eyes.
Another sword cut through the sky, broke the battle formation, and cut through the ground thousands of feet!
"Is this something a person with the second level of Grandmaster can do?"
A strange cry rang out, and at some point, the fat monk, who was lying there sleeping soundly, had also come over. When he saw this scene, his plump cheeks shook violently, and his face was filled with shock.
The young man in white robe murmured: "This sword is not simple!"
The skinny old man said: "This son Su Yi's background is even more terrifying!"
As they said that, they looked at each other and the fat monk, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
This was also the first time that they, the elders of Shifang Pavilion, had seen Su Yi fight, although they had already learned about Su Yi's details through various means.
But when they saw this bloody battle with their own eyes, they couldn't calm down anymore.
The skinny old man mused: "It seems that we need to re-evaluate Su Yi's combat prowess."
The young man in white robe sighed: "I suddenly sympathize with those guys who plan to rob Su Yi of his destiny..."
The fat monk snatched half of the roast chicken from the white-robed young man's hand, took a big bite, and said while waving his cheeks:
"You are so kind. If you say that this boy was not snatched away by some old monster, I wouldn't believe it if he killed the monk!"
Just as he was talking, the man in black robe who had been sitting cross-legged on the pine tree came over, his prim and serious face full of displeasure: "How unbecoming is it to yell!"
As he said that, he frowned and saw the scene where Wang Zhuo killed the thin old man and eighteen other strong men. He couldn't help but said: "King Qingxun has given up?"
The skinny old man had a complicated look on his face and said with emotion: "It is understandable that he is trying to save his life. After all, his opponent is too terrifying."
And when they saw the strange scene that happened after Su Yi killed the black civet cat with his sword, the expressions of the four elders of the Great Zhou Shifang Pavilion all changed.
"There is actually a demon soul attached to this black civet cat!?"
"The origin of that demon soul is definitely not simple."
"It's a pity that I can't understand their conversation..."
Since these scenes were all seen by the Swift Light Bird from thousands of feet away, only the pictures could be seen but no sound could be heard.
As a result, the four skinny old men did not know that the wisp of demon soul was actually the split soul of a spiritual monk who called himself "True Lord Liuhuo".
But even so, such a strange scene shocked them all.
At this point, all images disappeared.
The skinny old man put away the round copper plate, glanced at the other three people, and said: "Do you think the details of such a battle should be announced to the public?"
The man in black robe was the first to speak, saying: "If you do this, you will definitely offend Su Yi. After all, these battle details will most likely be used by his enemies."
The young man in white robe couldn't help but remind: "Don't forget, we have sold Su Yi's traces as intelligence this time. If I were Su Yi, I would definitely hate our Shifang Pavilion."
The obese monk touched his shiny head and couldn't help but complain:
"I don't know what the boss is thinking. He insists on getting involved and wants to use Su Yi's traces in exchange for money. It's like he's obsessed with money."
Everyone else was silent for a while.
Among the seven elders of the Great Zhou Shifang Pavilion, the Great Elder is the number one person. He holds great power and speaks for himself, so he is called the "boss" by them.
The great elder is good at everything, but he has one problem: he is too obsessed with making money.
The traces of Su Yi this time were sold by the Great Elder as top secret information.
The young man in white robe muttered: "If the boss knew the details of this battle, I wonder if he would regret using Su Yi's whereabouts to make money."
The other three people said in unison: "The boss will definitely not regret it!"
They know very well that as long as they can make money, there is nothing that the leader dare not do.
At this moment, there was another burst of sound in the night sky in the distance——
A swift light bird flew over and landed on the shoulder of the white-robed young man.
"Hey, there's a note."
The young man in white robe took a note from the mouth of Jiguang Bird and opened it casually.
Everyone put their heads together.
I saw it written on it: "Use the traces of me, Mr. Su, to make money? Yes, but you need to share 90% with me. Otherwise, don't blame me for coming to settle accounts in the future."
"Also, don't say anything inappropriate and don't look at anything inappropriate. Next time I find a Sparrow watching my battle, I will kill him without mercy."
Signed: Su Yi.
The handwriting is elegant and flying, with iron hooks and silver hooks, which penetrate the back of the paper, like sharp sword energy stroking vertically and horizontally.
"He...he dares to threaten us?"
The young man in white robe said in a daze.
The obese middle-aged man sighed: "Look, I was right. This Su Yi is obviously dissatisfied with our Shifang Pavilion!"
The man in black robe hit the nail on the head: "But he didn't stop us from leaking his traces."
"But... how could the boss agree to share 90% of the wealth?"
The skinny old man shook his head.
The man in black robes said, "Let the boss decide on this matter."
"That's fine."
The other three people readily agreed.
They don't want to provoke a ruthless guy like Su Yi who is suspected of being taken over by an old monster. What if someone really comes to settle the score?
Soon, the note from Su Yi was carried by the Swift Light Bird and flew away through the air.
Time passes bit by bit.
Until the night fades and dawn breaks.
The skinny old man and the others received a letter from the great elder of Shifang Pavilion.
There was only one sentence in the letter: "Do as he says."
Seeing this, the skinny old man and the others were all surprised. When had the leader been willing to spit out the meat he had eaten?
The obese monk scratched his head: "This doesn't look like the boss."
The young man in white robe gloated and speculated: "The boss must be afraid of being targeted by a ruthless guy like Su Yi... Although the boss is very strong, Su Yi may be an old demon who has been taken away from him. Who can not be afraid?"
The man in black robe frowned and said, "The boss must have noticed something to make such a decision."
"Why are you thinking so much? The top priority is to quickly reply to Su Yi. No matter what you think, monk, I don't want to be targeted by such a dangerous guy..."
The fat monk urged.
Seeing this, the other three people nodded.
Soon, a Swift Light Bird flew away through the air with a reply from Shifang Pavilion.
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ps: The fifth update is here!
Thanks to "Yun Xi Feng Dan", "This Life Is Only a Dream", "Origin Qia Yun Yan", "Love Eating Oysters", "The Art of Mouse" and other children's shoes for their monthly tickets!
Well, I still owe 10 5 updates. In addition, Goldfish is worried about getting up late tomorrow, so the update at 10 am tomorrow will be postponed to 12 noon...