After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 45
And in Ruoshui Pavilion this day, Yun Weixian was probably the only one in a good mood, and after returning to the small building, he began to write some letters of his own.

Most of them are not special. It is estimated that they have been circulated for more than 200 years, so they cannot be regarded as exclusive to her.

All he wanted was her own handwriting, made a little more old-fashioned, to fool Li Chaotian.

The few books are specifically aimed at the three apprentices of Yun Que, and must be handed over to Mo Yu for safekeeping.

Although she told Mo Yu that she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of her, but it was not the case. The traces she left in the past few days were enough to drag Chao Tianzong for three to five years.

And these three to five years are enough for her to do many things.

If Qingcang Mountain can be brought back smoothly, they can temporarily seal the Ruoshui Pavilion first, and bring the three of them to their side to take care of them.

At that time, they will be the ones with the most people.

But the facts can't be announced so quickly, and they still need a little coercion to let them enter the country faster.

Before I knew it, the sky darkened.

Yun Weixian flew to the roof and sat down, wrapped the silent letter in a talisman, scattered it in the valley, and hid it in a very secluded place.

After the arrangement was completed, it was discovered that the night was pretty good, with a bright moon in the sky and twinkling stars.

She simply lay down, resting her head on her hands, not thinking about anything, just staring at the moon in a daze.

After a while, I remembered to hold the Wuya Sword on the shelf in the room with a talisman.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, tell me about the changes in the cultivation world over the years."

"Okay, let's talk about the old friends of Uncle Lecturer first."

Yun Weixian didn't mean that, but after thinking about it, it doesn't hurt to listen to them, and when the time comes to return favors one by one, they can better meet their needs.

The first one to talk about is naturally Qi Yuemian who is more obsessed with fighting her than any of her old friends.

But Qi Yuemian is used to being a loner, and he has no family or sect, and it seems that none of his apprentices have accepted him, and he often disappears without a trace.

But Yun didn't know much about him, he just said everything he could, and then moved on to the next one.

Yun Weixian listened half-seriously and half-distractedly, probably because Yun Que's voice was too gentle and calm, matched with the gentle night, tiredness couldn't help but strike over and over again.

It was heard that a loose cultivator whom she accidentally rescued while traveling abroad had a hundred years ago ushered in the Ascension Thunder Tribulation, but died because of it.

Yun Weixian suddenly woke up: "In the past 200 years, who has ascended?"

"I often retreat, and I don't get involved in the group of monks very much. I don't know much. There are two of them, and my uncle also knows."

"One is Master Yuding from Guiyuan Temple, and the other is Master Wuliang from Mahayana Temple. Both seniors were about 500 years old when they ascended."

Yun Weixian hummed, but didn't answer for a while.

These two are seniors of her master's generation. They are Taoist and Buddhist cultivators respectively. Although their practice is a bit slow, they are more stable than others.

And before she died, she also touched the method of ascension, but... anyway, it was delayed.

Just when Yun Weixian was going to put aside some disturbing past and clear his mind, he suddenly noticed something, sat up and looked into the distance.

I saw a cloud of clear sword energy rising into the sky over there, sometimes spreading out, sometimes intersecting, jumping and powerful.

It was the sword energy unknowingly exuded by a sword cultivator when he was promoted to a small realm. If he approached unintentionally, he would attack regardless of friend or foe.

Yun Weixian was not surprised, she already thought that Yan Wenshu was more suitable for practicing swordsmanship than Yun.

Over the past few days, he has encountered multiple changes. After the fight with her, after the stagnant energy and blood were released, the things that fettered him would also dissipate.

Ascension is only a matter of time.

(End of this chapter)