After seeing Jiang Shenglin off, Zhu Yanyin carefully recalled the conversation between the two of them, and felt more and more that he was related to the world. Maybe he really had a relationship with Li Sui for many years... No, he was an old acquaintance.

He whipped the feather duster at the head of the bed and waved it twice, trying to find some of the shadows of the former heroes. As a result, Zhao Mingchuan pushed the door open at this time and asked in surprise when he saw this, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Yanyin calmly looked at him: "It's so gray that I choked and I coughed, dust it off."

"This is the cleanest inn in the city." Zhao Mingchuan poured a cup of warm water for him, "A better place to live than Fuman's house is probably Wanren Palace."

Zhu Yanyin took the opportunity to ask: "Following the reaction of Doctor Jiang just now, does Brother Ming Chuan also think that my relationship with Wanren Palace is not simple?"

"...I can't say it." After the past two days of brainwashing rumors, Zhao Mingchuan actually had a little doubt about his life. Moreover, he had just received another letter, which was written by the leader of the Wulin League, and was written by the leader of the alliance, Wan Zhuyun, saying that he wanted to invite Zhu Yanyin to come forward and invite Lord Li of Wanren Palace to go to the conference hall three days later to discuss with the heroes the devil's sect.

Zhu Yanyin felt that he had started to tinnitus: "I'll go and invite Lord Li? But I don't even know where Wanren Palace is, but I'm in Wuquan Mountain outside the city?"

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

Zhu Yanyin wondered: "Why is the underground palace called Wanren? The word Wanren is not often used to describe high and steep mountains?"

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

Zhu Yanyin: This is OK. You people in the world are indeed not reading books. They are so unruly!

But whether Wanren Palace built underground is qualified to be called Wanren Palace is obviously not the focus of the two of them. The focus is that the letters written by the leader of the martial arts world have been sent, so how to deal with the next step.

Zhu Yanyin first entered the world, but was not very skilled but bold, so he took the initiative to propose: "Do I want to meet the Lord Li of Palace?"

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

Zhu Yanyin thought about it, that’s fine.

So he took out a mahogany lacquer box from the cabinet and opened it and the fragrance was sensational. Zhao Mingchuan saw it strangely: "Is this peach blossom paper?"

"It is the spring breeze paper, which is more rare than the peach blossom paper." Zhu Yanyin handed him a picture, "The faint pattern of flowers can be seen through the light, like the spring light in the south of the Yangtze River. When I used it to write a letter to my old friend, I just responded to a poem from my predecessors and gave me a spring branch."

Not to mention a piece of money, the price is also amazing. Zhu Yanyin's handwriting is elegant and elegant, and it is just right for this paper. Given that the situation is still unclear, he did not express his heart too violently in the letter, recalling the past that does not exist. He only explained the request of the leader of the Wan League in detail and asked Li Sui if he was willing to go to the Wulin League to talk.

"Is this enough?" Zhu Yanyin handed over the envelope.

Zhao Mingchuan was not sure: "Let's try this for now." No matter how cruel Palace Master Li was, he would not turn against him because of a letter. At most, he pretended not to see him, which was not a big loss.

So the letter covered with the fragrance of flowers wrapped around the spring in Jiangnan and the nervousness of the second young master Zhu, and was sent to Wanren Palace together.

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

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

Li Sui looked at the pink letter and frowned in disgust: "Is the Martial Arts Alliance a mother like this?"

Jiang Shenglin smiled: "It was sent by the second young master Zhu. It is a prominent family in Jiangnan. The food and clothing are naturally luxurious. When I was on the court for him, the other party offered a reward of enough to buy a snow field in the northeast. His letter was written for the leader of Wan. He said that in three days, all sects will gather in the conference hall. Why not...you go and have a look?"

Li Sui sniffed disdainfully, and didn't say he would go, but he didn't say he couldn't go.

...

Zhu Yanyin waited for two days with anticipation, but he didn't look forward to returning to Wanren Palace for a word. The fire of the world that was ignited in his heart was immediately extinguished and asked dejectedly: "How do I explain to Wan Alliance Leader?"

Zhao Mingchuan comforted him, "The leader wrote to you, but he wanted to go multiple ways, and he did not mean to force him to invite Lord Li. I will go back to him later, it doesn't matter."

Zhu Yanyin asked again: "Can I still participate in the Wulin League's deliberations?"

"Of course." Zhao Mingchuan nodded, "I will go with you tomorrow. I believe that Dr. Jiang will be there too. We will discuss with him about going north to seek medical treatment."

Zhu Xiaosui had a headache when she heard the martial arts conference, but Zhu Yanyin was very excited. He sat beside the bed and thought, if I want to attend such a grand occasion, should I have to wear a slim short-term battle, and a good ancient sword to get a little chivalrous spirit to better integrate into the entire martial arts world.

Zhu Xiaosui: No need!

Finally, I wore Yunjin. The belt and cuffs were embroidered with light peach blossoms, and the incense in the purse was also peach blossoms, which were light and elegant.

Zhu Xiaosui tidied up his clothes for him, and was in a very sad mood. My young master was so spotless and elegant, but he wanted to go to the smoky martial arts conference for free. I don’t know if the barbarians would draw their swords on the spot, alas.

Zhu Yanyin stood in front of the mirror, turned back and forth, and the hem of her clothes was raised like crazy snow, and then asked, "Will it be a little weird to wear this way?"

Zhu Xiaosui answered firmly, "Young Master did not wear this way in the past, so why is it weird? There is nothing more normal than this. If you insist on being weird, it would be weird to fight short-term military uniforms and long swords. If the master knows about it, he will definitely be furious.

Zhu Yanyin was very tempted: "If you don't say it, my father won't know."

Zhu Xiaosui was unmoved: "No, the master gave instructions before leaving, no matter how big or small it is, you must say it."

Zhu Yanyin: OK, okay, I won’t wear it.

...

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

Many people gathered in the yard long ago, and they were whispering the issue of "Writing the invitation letter by the leader Wan in person". Doesn't this even more confirm the extraordinary identity of Mr. Zhu's second son? It's linked together and they all meet!

So when Zhu Yanyin and Zhao Mingchuan walked into the yard, a new round of riots broke out. Everyone rushed forward and wanted to talk about a few words. If they couldn't squeeze in front, they raised their hands and waved their faces, with bright smiles piled up on their faces. There were warriors who even tried to fly over the heads of their peers, and the order was out of control for a while.

"Young Master!" Zhu Xiaosui was blocked by the crowd and stood on tiptoe anxiously, "You go slower!"

Zhu Yanyin also wanted to be slow, but there were too many people around him, and his feet were almost untouched. Even Zhao Mingchuan could not protect him. He quickly stretched out his arms, but he had only time to grab a strand of snow-white clothes.

"My brother!"

"Brother Ming Chuan!"

Hoarse, the scene was similar to the sad drama. If the uninformed people saw it, they would probably shed tears of emotion on the spot.

Li Sui stood alone on the roof, watching the farce in the yard coldly. He didn't want to join forces with the Martial Arts Alliance, but he didn't want to join forces with the Martial Arts Alliance, which looked so brainless. The spies of the Demon Cult have almost stuck in the city, but these people are still scrambling to shout "Young Master Zhu". Rather than being a sect in the martial arts hall, it is better to say that the old actress on the stage wants to open her voice. How full is he that he is actually convinced by Jiang Shenglin to attend the martial arts conference of this group of wastes?

Thinking of this, Lord Li shook his sleeves with his hands behind his back and wanted to leave.

As a result, the sleeves were swung slightly larger and were seen by the person below.

"Prince Li!"

“…”

The courtyard suddenly became silent, and everyone raised their heads and looked at Li Sui on the roof in shock.

The northwest wind rolled in time, with a terrifying roar, making his wide robe roll up all over the sky.

The yellow sand makes the sunlight dim.

The world became more and more silent and chaotic.

Li Sui's eyebrows and eyes are naturally sharp, with high nose and thin lips. As long as he doesn't laugh, he looks like a knife that is blood-tempered and frosted. Coupled with the environment where ghosts cry and wolves howl, the temperament of the murderer is simply coming to his face.

The people in the yard were trembling, and the corners of their mouths were stiff and raised, trying to make their faces full of happiness.

Li Sui's face said, "You're going to die soon."

"Prince Li." Wan Zhuyun heard the movement outside and personally led someone to greet him and took the initiative to greet him, "Please come in quickly."

Jiang Shenglin was also mixed in the Wulin League team. He came earlier and had been drinking tea for a long time.

Li Sui had just been poured a pot of thick tonic in the morning. When he recalled the strange taste, his stomach began to surging again. It is said that there are many other medicinal herbs in the warehouse, all sent by Zhu Erzi, enough for more than ten strong men to make soup and drink him happily for March or May. There is no way, who can make the wealthy people in Jiangnan rich?

Thinking of this, his eyes swept over the sudden and snow-white touch in the crowd, and he ruthlessly "hummed".

Zhu Yanyin: “…”

The atmosphere in the courtyard was strange, mainly because Lord Li looked too much like the devil's head. He felt that everyone present didn't have to go to Northeast Snow City, and he could draw his sword to attack him on the spot.

The miraculous doctor had to smile falsely and gently called out: "Prince Li."

Didn’t we all agree to go to the Northeast together before? Why are we still standing there? Get down quickly!

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

The whole world breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Yanyin, who did not belong to the world, breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

However, before he could return to Zhao Mingchuan, it suddenly turned dark and flew towards him... I don’t know what it was, but instinctively reached out and grabbed it, and then I realized it was a cloak.

Palace Master Li’s cloak.

Just now before entering the house, he untied it and threw it to the side. His original intention was to cover the snow-white and annoying bun, so as not to reminisce about the sour and bitter tonic taste. But to be honest, how could Zhu Yanyin and the people in the world guess the strange reason for this twists and turns?

Everyone’s psychological activities are basically like this.

Zhu Yanyin: Yes, without any warning, why did he throw the cloak to me? Is it a special meaning? How should I deal with it so that I can be elegant and decent? Do you really know each other before?

Other sects: Palace Master Li actually gave his cloak to Mr. Zhu, because he was afraid that the northwest wind would blow dirty. His snow-white and light clothes did not hide his concern in front of so many people. I knew that the relationship between these two people must be not simple!
Chapter completed!