Yi Chen's letter went around the road for four days, and then was stuffed into a large green mailing bag.

Just like many rural villages in China nowadays, letter papers are usually piled up in the post office, allowing those who have letters to pick them up by themselves, or send an unlucky postman to his destination every week or half a month, riding a green permanent load-carrying bicycle and creakingly delivering them to the destination. Yi Chen was not sure about these actual situations, so he simply sent the letter. However, Yi Chen's luck has always been good. A postman was about to go to Yangcun, but the letter was sent into the postage bag at the last moment.

Walking along the rugged road in the countryside carefully, this postman in his forties, a typical traditional Chinese man, and an honest local, would never know what a bloody storm he would send?

On the way, the bicycle chain broke once. Fortunately, the postman had already gained experience. He brought his own tools in the mailbag. After a little repair, he set off again. If he was in the town's car repair shop, it would cost two yuan, he wouldn't have been willing to let it go. Well, the little baby at home was clamoring to buy a pen, isn't it the only money left for a pen?

Yangcun is a small village with only 27 households. There were no letters here for a year or two, but recently there were more than a dozen young people who went out to work in the village. They often came back with letters, and the post office simply saved two months of letters and delivered them one by one. Anyway, there were several villages near Yangcun, and this area was delivered together. The postman worked harder and had to run over 60 miles at a time, but there was a bonus of ten yuan, which was quite a lot.

It is easy to recognize Yang Village. There is a huge old poplar tree in the middle of Yang Village. It can be said to be a terrifyingly large one. At least three adults can only be surrounded by the thickness. They have to be hit several times a year, but strangely, it cannot hurt a single leaf.

The postman had already divided the letter papers delivered to Yangcun, stood on the earthen buns under the big poplar tree and shouted: "I've received the letter... I've come to receive the letter." Then he put a stack of letter papers under the tree and pressed it with a stone... He just took the air express and didn't know what to do, 'Mr. Yangcun No. 6, Yangcun, County-Town, Sichuan Province, China', isn't this address kidding?

Yangcun is called Yangcun because of this poplar tree. At least he doesn’t remember someone with the surname Yang. He was too anxious when he left the post office just now and did not check the address, otherwise he would have sent it back long ago...

A thin old man walked by with a wooden stick and smiled at the postman: "Come again?"

The postman nodded and smiled: "Yes, you are still energetic..." The postman suddenly reacted: "Isn't this old man surnamed Yang? Huh? Why didn't I think of him just now?...Yes, who would pay attention to such an old man who is about to die? Moreover, living alone in a small house on the mountain is rare on weekdays."

He quickly called him: "Old man Yang, your letter is from abroad."

Old man Yang smiled: "My old man? Letter from abroad? I have never left Qingcheng Mountain in my life... Take it for a look..."

The postman walked up to him a few steps and pulled out the letter. Old Man Yang's face had changed a little. He didn't look at the envelope. He nodded and said, "Well, it was for me, an old friend who hasn't seen for a long time... What did he go abroad? Strange, strange..." He almost snatched the letter and walked towards the village without touching the ground.

The postman smiled and said, "It seems that he misses you." He didn't think much about whether something was wrong.

Old man Yang walked far away swayingly. Seeing that there was no one nearby, he walked straight to the back mountain. An inhuman green light flashed in his eyes, and his body attached to a giant tree, and disappeared like this. The mountains and fields were empty, as if no one had passed by just now.

The Dunjia Sect is different from the Tianxing Sect. The Tianxing Sect simply uses formations to occupy the mountaintops within a radius of more than a hundred miles. It closes the door and lives freely. The Dunjia Sect has seven or eight small Taoist temples in the deep mountains of Qingcheng Mountain, with more than 200 disciples and monks living under the sect. Other disciples travel around the world, looking for materials to make Dunjia utensils and practice cultivation. The closest Taoist temples are about ten miles away, and they are often on the hillsides of two peaks, and they can hear each other's shouting, but ordinary people have to climb up for a long time.

Mr. Yang flashed out of a willow tree in the courtyard of the "Escape View" and a crutch hit the butt of the Taoist boy who was cleaning the courtyard: "Hey, are you Qingfeng or Qingyun? Where is the head of the sect?"

The little Taoist boy quickly threw away the broom: "Master, the leader plays chess with Huo Zhenren in the backyard."

Old Yang touched his head: "You guys, don't even be serious about calling the Taoist name. Look, Qingfeng Fuyun, these vulgar names, you can just call them by the sects of each sect. At least twenty Taoist names are of this name. Wouldn't you bother me?"

The Taoist boy almost laughed. Old Yang was too lazy to use his escape technique, so he walked quickly towards the backyard with a crutch.

The contemporary leader of Dunjia Sect, Taoist Master Kong Tian, ​​is a five-width willow beard, who is usually warm and warm, but from the fact that he likes to make friends with a real person who can knock a hole in the sky with a temper, you know that he is really a hot and life-threatening old Taoist. Even Tianleizi of Tianxing Sect is also his drinker. If it weren't for the identity of the leader, Taoist Master Kong Tian would have patted his butt and caused trouble everywhere.

Seeing Mr. Yang enter, his body was thin and shriveled, wrapped in a green sermon robe, covered with a layer of red smoke. The Huo Zhenren, who was so hot that he was three feet tall, clapping his hands and laughing: "Old Yangshu, are you here? OK, okay, you can find the monkeys on Qingcheng Mountain. Go and steal a thousand kilograms of monkey wine for me."

Old Yang was so angry that he swept over with a crutch: "You are a big monkey, one thousand pounds? You have hollowed out Qingcheng and Emei, and you can take out two hundred pounds. Now I will knock on the Five Elements Sect and become your master... The head of the sect, this is a letter sent by the Tianxing Sect, indicating that it will be given to you."

The old Taoist Akita was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Tianxing Sect is not far away. If you have something to do, you will come over to say it yourself and send a message. Hey, as soon as Brother Tianxinzi went into seclusion, fellow Taoist Tianxianzi was also facing the wall. Just a few fellow Taoist Tianfengzi, the Tianxing Sect became unreasonable... They usually laughed and scolded and played the piano randomly, but now they have learned to play these false rituals. Do we need this between our sects?"

Old Yang sat on the ground, hammered his old legs and said, "Oh, I still came from abroad... Didn't Yiyangzi and the others go to the UK? Maybe something happened, they sent it." He handed over the envelope, and then looked at Huo Zhenren happily and changed the chess pieces on the chessboard quietly, blocking a little dragon from the old Taoist Aotian.

The old Taoist Akita took the envelope and was stunned for a moment: "It's not Yiyangzi, but... Do you two remember the Yichenzi who was driven away by Tianxing Sect five years ago?"

Mr. Yang stretched his neck: "The one Yichenzi, who is known as the most talented person in the Tianxing Sect in thousands of years, was later forced away by several miscellaneous mahogany who were disrespectful to the Daode Sect?"

The old Taoist Aotian nodded, pointed his hand and the envelope turned into shattering, revealing the silver-shining letter paper. He slowly read it and said to himself: "Yi Chenzi has such a strong true energy now? It seems that it is much purer than Yi Yangzi and the others. What is the reason?"

Mr. Yang and Master Huo looked at Old Taoist Aotian with a gaze. One was eager to do something to make a big fuss, and the other was waiting happily to continue playing chess. After killing Old Taoist Aotian, you can brag about it when you go back. Who told me that the chess skills of the brothers were not as good as Old Taoist Aotian, and he was humiliated three or five times every day? It has been more than two hundred years, but I have seen enough of his arrogant face.

The old Taoist Aotian took a long breath, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, and the more he smiled, the brighter he became. However, Old Yang and Zhenren Huo seemed to be seeing a ghost and whispered: "President (Brother Taoist)? Don't scare us, what happened?"

The old Taoist Kongtian seemed to have a little too big. He sucked in in one breath, and the wind and clouds above the dozen nearby hills suddenly changed, and a long breath sucked into his mouth like a tornado. The clouds in the sky were moving back and forth, and the streams in the mountains couldn't help but roll back, the trees were shaking, and the hardware veins buried underground made extremely shocking jingling sounds. The power of the five elements was driven by him, and it became crazy.

The old Taoist Aotian punched the chess stage, and Huo Zhenren looked at the chessboard and pieces with great regret and turned into pieces in a wave of heat.

The old Taoist Agata flew up, floating a hundred feet above the ground, shouting wildly: "The 'Fei Tian Dun Jia Fu', which was personally made by the ancestor, summoned 977 disciples from the four generations of Dun Jia Sect to gather together to the Vaishi View."

The red smoke in Huo Zhenren was turbulent and he said: "The old Taoist priest lost his temper. What is going on? Summon all the disciples of Dunjia Sect, what do he want to do? Go to the mountain gate of the Daode Sect? Be good at it, this is not just about breaking through. Why do we need to add one hand to our Five Elements Sect?"

Old Yang twitched his crutch on his butt: "The old monkey doesn't know the importance of it, and he rushed to the mountain gate of the Daode Sect? Do you want to be in chaos with the monks? But, besides hitting other sects, you don't need to summon so many people, right? Master, are you brainstorming?" In the last sentence, Old Yang yelled loudly, for fear that the old Taoist Kongtian would not hear it.

The old Taoist Akita descended with a warm smile on his face: "Senior brother, old monkey, do you remember that a thousand years ago, someone knelt down in front of my Dunjia Sect's mountain gate for seven days and seven nights and worshiped me in Dunjia Sect?"

A purple-red flame flashed in the eyes of Master Huo: "That, the one who colluded with an outsider and stole the man who had escaped from the three diversion books of the Dunjia Sect, and the miscellaneous things in the introduction to the "Five Elements True Explanation" of my Five Elements Sect? Fuck... are you talking about him?"

The old Taoist Akita laughed and happier: "Yes, yes, it's him, and to be honest, he is also our master elder... It turns out that he is not a native of our country. He is an islander on the east island. After stealing our classics, he actually set up a sect on the east island. You say, this is also the matter between Everbright and the Five Elements Sect? Well? If the ancestor knew about this day, he might have returned from the immortal world to break through the realm, right?"

Old Yang spit out his tongue with a length of more than a foot: "Is it the bastard who has been chasing for thousands of years? He has never had any results?"

The old Taoist Akita laughed happily, his face full of joy: "Yi Chenzi said that this sect calls itself a ju flower, and it is divided into Fenglin Volcano and the Five Elements Alliance with some inexplicable schools. It is the current Japanese National Protection Divine Sect. Hahahahahaha, if I see Yi Chenzi, I want to take him into the school. Tianxing Sect doesn't want it, and I didn't say that we don't want it, right?"

Master Huo jumped into the sky with a scramble of fireworks and went straight to the depths of Qingcheng Mountain, leaving a sentence quickly: "The old bull in the sky, I tell you, if you dare to take someone to the other person's mountain gate like this, I will cut off your beard. When I wait for me, I will repay the leader... Dunjia Five Elements, there is never any distinction."

After a stick of incense, more than a dozen colorful lights rose from the "Escape View" and flew towards the caves and skys in China... Gradually, various lights shot out from those caves and skyscrapers, intertwined in the air, making them lively and beautiful-

In the world, many things always have a fortune. If Tian Xinzi had not been in seclusion, if Tian Xianzi had not faced the wall, or even Tian Fengzi, Tian Yunzi, Tian Songzi, Tian Kongzi, Tian Huizi and other groups of people who were walking around the mountain gate that day, maybe Juhua went to the UK to have a little chance of survival, but they would never die that day. Tian Leizi touched his stomach and took two disciples to see the mountain scenery at the mountain gate. To put it bluntly, he was extremely bored and didn't want to meditate and practice Qi, so he sat here in a daze.

Then, the fiery red Dunjia Sect Fei Fu arrived, and Tianleizi took it down with one hand.

Tian Leizi read the message on Fei Fu, laughed three times, and ordered the two apprentices: "I'll go to the mountain to get drunk to see if I can pick up a new junior brother for you. If my uncle and uncle ask, just say that... Don't say that I received Fei Fu's out? Ah? You both are good disciples of the master, so you will definitely not say it, right? If you still want to learn the later Great Zhoutian Mind Method, don't say it. Well? Remember."

Tian Leizi sneaked out of Tianxing Sect like a thief, leaving two disciples looking at each other in a daze.

Tian Leizi had just flew to Qingcheng Mountain with swords for less than ten miles, and he fell down again. He thought to the ground: "If I just went like this, I would definitely not be able to get over the face... We cultivators and hundreds of sects have always been in the same spirit. If I was the only one in Tianxing Sect, it would be too unreasonable. But if my senior brothers and the junior brothers went there, I would not have the chance to show my face... By the way, by the way, aren't there still a few beast spirits with a thousand-year-old climate in the back mountain? Just take them to serve as a storefront, just say that they are my newly accepted disciples. No one has ever said that our decent cultivation is not allowed to be disciples, right?"

These beast spirits are not the ones that Yi Chen has saved, but some good fairies who are truly devoted to the Tao, have a deep cultivation, and are determined to remove the skin, scales, and become the right result. They have gained a lot of benefits from the Tianxing Sect on weekdays, which is equivalent to hiding under the Tianxing Sect. Tian Leizi has this wrong idea. Are these beast spirits still not dedicated to their efforts?—

Beim Mountain, an underground palace thousands of feet below the mountain, Beim Mountain Ghost King turned his green eyes: "Hmph, their Orthodox people go to deal with traitors, it's not our business, let them go... Humph, there is no benefit, why should we take action?"

A miserable wandering soul flew up quickly: "Master, you can't say that."

The Ghost King creaked and ate the fresh sika deer's thigh meat and said with a sneer: "Well, you said, if we go, they will dislike us. What are the benefits? If there is any benefit, I will take someone there."

The wandering soul laughed sharply: "King, I think that sect, look at what the juhua on Fei Fu is called, and can escape the Dunjia Sect and the Five Elements Sect for thousands of years, so naturally there is some climate. There must be many disciples under the sect, and they also need some cultivation. They are all the masters of Yuanyang, and their bodies are much stronger than ordinary people... Hehe, aren't there too few puppet warriors in our harem recently? The essence they have practiced can also supplement the skills of our low-level ghosts, and their souls can also be used as mailboxes."

The Ghost King shook his tall body and laughed wildly: "Yes, yes, why didn't you expect it? Well, yes, those decent monks, if we touch their disciples, it would definitely be a big trouble, but if we touch those traitors, what else do they have to say? Gagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagata to obey the orders of the 'Nine Nether Palace', all of them will be dispatched, and if you have any advantages, Humph, grab more good bodies and come back."

A tall skeleton warrior had a question: "King, what did they say about Britain? Where is Britain? In the Central Plains or southern Xinjiang?"

The Ghost King and Youhun were stunned for a long time. After racking all their brains, the Ghost King clapped his hands and smiled: "Idiot, we don't know. Just catch a living person and ask...hahahahahahahahaha..."

There was a sound of flattery in the underground palace: "The king is sage... sage..."—

The storm is coming... Yi Chen is having a good chat with Off and West in Manchester, and he has no idea about the Chinese sects such as Taoism, demon cultivation, demon cultivation, etc., which have long been chaotic because of his letter.
Chapter completed!