Chitose words

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile: "Not only that, the nine high-caste surname families of the Fenglan Dynasty in Western Xinjiang have some extremely subtle differences in their writing styles and formats."

Han Changsheng looked at her dumbfounded.

"Can you tell this?"

Xie Zhao shook his head frankly.

"No, these differences are so slight that I can't tell them.

However, the high-caste people of Fenglan in Western Xinjiang are proud of the fact that they are the only ones in Western Xinjiang who can learn writing, and they defend this privilege extremely.

Therefore, each high caste is obsessed with controlling the writing style of its own clan, and only those who are knowledgeable about writing and calligraphy in their own clan can see the details. "

Han Changsheng hesitated and murmured: "That's right, I seem to be a little bit of a demon. Why have I started to 'demonize' you? How do you know so much."

Xie Zhao held his forehead and smiled helplessly.

Ling You said suddenly: "So, if we want to find out the true identity of the person who wrote to Tuoba Xiao, the late Emperor Hanyong, we have to go to Western Xinjiang."

Xie Zhao nodded.

"That's it."

Han Changsheng said excitedly: "Western Xinjiang? I heard that Western Xinjiang is separated from Southern and Northern Dynasties and Zhongzhou by a huge no-man's land desert. It is desolate, but very mysterious and mysterious! Are we really going to Xijiang?"

Ling You was a little worried.

"It is said that the Fenglan people in Western Xinjiang are very xenophobic because they grow hair and drink blood. They are good at making elixirs and refining poisons, which makes people hard to guard against. Moreover, the locals have tattoos on their faces. We look like foreigners at first glance, or else I am the only one." ——”

In his heart, Ling Hesi didn't want to take Xie Zhao and Han Changsheng into danger.

Although Xie Zhaozhi is almost a demon, thanks to her accompanying him along the way, he has always gotten twice the result with half the effort.

However, Xie Zhao has been strangely weak in the past two months.

If you travel west to Fenglan in Western Xinjiang, you will have to pass through a huge and uninhabited no man's land in the middle.

The climate in the desert has a huge temperature difference between day and night, and the risk of storms is extremely high.If Xie Zhao's old illness relapses, they may be left in the desert with no cure or cure, and no way to seek help.

Han Changsheng was originally excited because he could go to Western Xinjiang, but after hearing Ling You's words, he hesitated for a moment.

After all, Xie Zhao's last illness was so dangerous that it really scared them.

So, he tentatively asked: "How about I accompany Azhao to wait for news from you in the outer edge areas of Tianchen in Nanchao and the Desert in Western Xinjiang, and let Deputy Envoy Bo Xi accompany you to Western Xinjiang?

——You are in the Holy King Xuan Realm, and she is in the Mahayana Heaven Realm. We can rest assured that you two are traveling together. "

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhao shook his head and laughed:

"Okay, let's pack up and let's go together."

Ling You frowned, but still wanted to stop her.

"Bo Xi and I are together, it'll be fine."

Xie Zhao still shook his head.

"The folk customs in Fenglan in Western Xinjiang are treacherous, and there are many things to say and say. I'm not worried if only the two of you can go there.

And I am the only one among us who can read the characters in Xijiang. If I don’t go, how can you judge whether the information you find there is true or false? "

This is hard to refute.

Seeing that Ling You and Han Changsheng's brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly, she smiled helplessly and promised:
"I'm taking good care of myself at Princess Jiuwei's Mansion these days. I will definitely not hold you back. Don't worry."

Han Changsheng wondered: "But."

Xie Zhao raised his hand and interrupted him with a chuckle:

"No but, go back and pack your things. We will set off tomorrow."

She stood up and opened the door calmly, and looked at Bo Xi in the courtyard for a moment.

Obviously, although Bo Xiren was outside the hospital, they did not lower their voices when they spoke just now, so she heard them clearly.

Bo Xi spoke concisely and without any nonsense:
"I'll go back and pack my things."

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile.

"Well, thank you very much for coming with us to the danger."

Bo Xi said decisively: "It's nothing hard. Since the Holy Envoy told me to follow Miss Xie for three years, I will be wherever Miss Xie is - to the end of the world, dead or alive."

Xie Zhao sighed lightly.

She silently looked at the lonely back of the woman who was calm and fearless after she left.

Han Changsheng asked curiously in the room: "No, Ah Zhao, isn't this your own room? Why do you have to go out if you have to pack your things?"

Xie Zhao stood outside the door, turned around and smiled.

"I won't be busy cleaning up now. It's only polite to say goodbye to the host in advance."

Ling You frowned and looked at her.

"Are you going to find the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal'?"

Xie Zhao smiled lightly and said, "Yes, he kindly took us in for many days. Now that we have to leave, we must tell him due to circumstances and reasons."

Ling or stood up after being silent for a moment.

"You're right, I'll go with you."

He was still worried about letting Xie Zhao face the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" Yu Wenxin alone.

Xie Zhao knew what he was worried about and smiled and shook his head.

"No need, I'll go by myself." She met Ling You's doubtful eyes and said jokingly:

"After all, Ling Shaoxia is handsome and handsome in Yushu, and he is also suspected of kidnapping Princess Yuwen.

I'm afraid that the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal' will get angry and find trouble again when he sees you. "

Ling He was speechless for a moment, and looked at her with helpless Qingjuan eyebrows.

Han Changsheng looked like he was watching the excitement and was not afraid of the trouble. He laughed and said:
"Don't say it, it's true! Ling You, please go back to your room and pack your things.

What if the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal' suddenly figured it out and decided to detain you as the Yuwen Department's son-in-law, do you think you would never do it? "

Ling You frowned and commented lightly:
"You guys are so boring."

Xie Zhao smiled brightly and turned towards the outer study room of Nanyuan of the Princess Mansion.

Most of the guards from the Yuwen Department who met along the way were silent and bowed, turning a blind eye to her wandering around the house like a "walking chicken".

It was obvious that he had been instructed by his lord a long time ago not to pay any attention to her.

After a moment, Xie Zhao gently knocked on Yu Wenxin’s open study door and met the sharp gaze of the “Lone Wolf Sword Immortal” who raised his head upon hearing the sound.

"Um, brother Yuwen. I've been disturbed a lot recently. Thank you for your hospitality."

When Yu Wenxin heard Xian Zhiya's intention, he immediately frowned: "You want to leave?"

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile.

"Mountains and rivers meet each other, and it's time for us to leave."

Yu Wenxin looked at her calmly for a moment, and after a moment, he said in a calm tone:
"It's good to go."

He glanced at Xie Zhao quietly and then said: "'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal', please pay attention to your life. After all, your life is precious. If it is damaged, it will not be good for anyone."

Xie Zhao sighed when he heard this: "This sounds strange, but I will treat it as the farewell concern of the 'Lone Wolf Sword Immortal'."

She crossed her hands and bowed slightly for the last time, then turned and left without any regret, leaving only a back that was untouched by the wind and rain.

Yu Wenxin silently watched the slender figure disappear. After a moment, he said in an unclear tone to the sword slave Ayuan who was hiding in the dark:
"Quickly send a message to Arruo Grassland and tell the prince to prepare for war."

Sword slave Ayuan paused slightly and raised his head to look at his master.

"Lord, what is this?"

He knew Xie Zhao's identity, but he was ordered by his lord to keep it a secret.

Yu Wenxin smiled lightly and said slowly:
"Don't you understand yet? The Optimus Pillar of the Tianchen Dynasty now has a crack."

Yu Wenxin looked at A Yuan's slightly confused eyes and explained in a good mood:

"Today, the delicate balance between the three top masters of the Immortal Mysterious Realm in the world has tilted - this opportunity is unknown to others, but this prince already knows it.

Among the three peerless masters of the Immortal Mysterious Realm, Nanchao Tianchen and others have lost an arm. Only the 'Priest of the Shentai' Nanxu is left to support them. However, the high priest of Nanxu is aloof and aloof, and rarely gets involved in temple affairs. "

Sword slave Ayuan suddenly realized.

"Lord, that means that if the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' falls silent in the future due to chronic illness and old injuries and no longer participates in the state affairs of the north and south, our Hanyong Dynasty will no longer be suppressed by Tianchen of the Southern Dynasty!"

A bright light flashed in Yu Wenxin's eyes.

"Yes, this is a hidden crack in the once impregnable Southern Dynasty, but it is also an opportunity for me in the Northern Dynasty!"

Ayuan hesitated.

"But...will the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' really not go back?"

Yu Wenxin said calmly: "If she is just a disabled person who has lost all her martial arts and is weak and weak, then what's the harm if she can't go back?"

Ayuan looked at her lord thoughtfully.

"Ah Yuan understands, this is why the Lord discovered the whereabouts and identity of the 'Thousand Years Sword Immortal', but did not kill her while she was sick, and even treated him with courtesy.
Because a 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' who has lost all his internal strength and is seriously injured is not a sword immortal at all, and it is not a cause for concern. "

"You know shit."

Yu Wenxin smiled unceremoniously.

Ok?
A Yuan couldn't stand being punished by his lord's words. Could it be that his guess was wrong?
Isn't it because the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" is no longer what she used to be? That's why the Lord has no fear of her and is no longer afraid of her?
Yu Wenxin shook his head mockingly.

"Fu Jingci, it's not your turn to sympathize."

Ah Yuan looked stern and quickly confessed:

"Yes, it's the slave's fault."

He suddenly remembered how much his lord was jealous of the once-famous "No. [-] Sword in the World" and how much he respected him as a hero.

He is just a low-status sword slave. Even if the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" is reduced to dust, it will never be his turn to comment.

Yu Wenxin said calmly: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you go find Ye Xiao to send a message?"

A Yuan hesitated and said: "Master, how far do you want to go with this?"

Yu Wenxin: "You don't need to say too much, just tell the prince to step up the training of tribal warriors, but don't make too big a move, and don't attract the attention of the imperial court and other tribes. As for the rest."

He pondered for a moment and then said, "No need to say anything."

After all, he promised her to keep her identity secret.

Yu Wenxin shook his head and laughed, thinking: Just think of it as a sad thing about his death, a rare act of kindness.

The end of a hero and the collapse of a sacred platform are often the most heartbreaking.

However, he Yu Wenxin will never have such a day.