Even though he was willing to swallow his anger and expose this matter without mentioning it, Qingfeng Hall should have been written on the list in the Chu army launched by the sects.

All I can do now is to copy what I have learned and the Taoist traditions of Qingfeng Hall for hundreds of years. Write down the methods practiced by the thirteen dead Supreme Elders, and point out the way for later generations. Even if Qingfeng Hall really wants to destroy it in my own hands, I must make the best efforts to preserve and spread the Taoist traditions of Qingfeng Hall.

After arranging these things, he could patiently wait for the Chu Dynasty to conquer the army and compete with Wuhou Cangsheng, which would not be considered as a humiliation of his reputation.

"The Master of the Sect."

A young Taoist boy in green stood at the entrance of the Sutra and called out softly.

Qingheng paused the pen in his hand, and then he began to write slowly again, his voice calmly: "Come in."

Since he entered the Sutra Cave two months ago, he explained to his disciples that if there is no major event, no one can come to disturb him.

Could it be that the Chu Dynasty had already taken Yanzhou and the Chu Dynasty's expedition army had begun to clean up the entire Yanzhou sect?

The little Taoist boy walked into the Sutra Cave, lowered his head and looked down, and stood beside Qingheng without looking sideways.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

"The Chu army sent people to send letters."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Qingheng stopped the golden pen in his hand and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

As he expected, when the Chu Dynasty had a positive connection with him, it should be when the conquest army was about to attack the Qingfengtang Temple. At that time, he would either use his disciple's corpse or use strong soldiers to raid him with a notice of war.

letter?

He never thought about this.

The little Taoist boy said, taking out a letter from his arms and presenting it to Qingheng.

Qingheng took the letter and asked, "Where is the sender from the Chu Dynasty? Are you still here?"

"Here," the little Taoist boy whispered: "He said he would not leave until the head of the sect replied. I asked him to wait in the Welcoming Pavilion first, and come here to report to you."

Qingheng said "yes" and expanded the letter.

"The real person of Qingheng was personally launched, and Pei Donglai, the northern army of Chu Dynasty, came to pay respects."

Expand the letter paper, and a neat regular script jumped into my eyes. The regular script on the letter paper was neat, but in the neatness, the strokes between the lines were also keen and sensible on the paper, forcing people to be swayed.

Those who write this writing should have considerable attainments in kendo.

"Previously, the Marquis of Wu and the Emperor's faction had a slight dispute, which led to the fall of the elite of the Emperor's faction. Donglai felt very regretful. However, the two armies fought and each had their own masters. The right and wrong could not be distinguished. It was just that time and fate were fate, and so on."

"I heard from Donglai that Master Qingheng is not in conflict with the world, and during the battles, I never saw a disciple of Qingfeng Hall. Donglai knew in his heart that the affairs that day were only done by the elders of the sect, and had no connection with Qingfeng Hall, and had no connection with Master Qingheng."

"Donglai has reported to Wuhou at this time. Wuhou was convinced by Dong, and he also thought that this matter had nothing to do with Qingfengtang, and the responsibility was not on your rank, nor on your Excellency."

"The revenge is resolved, and there is no more controversy. Donglai thought so in his heart. Donglai should have visited the real person Qingheng in person, but the military is plagued by civil affairs and cannot escape and go to Qingfeng Mountain in Suoyunling to talk to the real person Qingheng."

"So, I took the initiative to send a letter, just to let go of my past grudges; if you think so, I hope to move my jade toe and come and talk. I hope to let my pretentiousness go."

"Pei Donglai is here to be respected."

Qingheng put the letter in his hand, his face still remained silent. Seeing this, the little Taoist boy next to him asked in a low voice: "Master, this reply..."

"I went to see the messenger myself."

Qingheng folded the letter paper and put it in his arms.

Although the letter was polite, Qingheng smelled a different meaning from these seemingly polite words.

Pei Donglai was as if he was an enemy or a friend, he would listen to the emperor. I already know where you are in the temple, but it depends on how you react."

After releasing the past grudges, adding "If you think this is the case," means completely different.

If you say that this letter is polite, that is extremely polite. If you say that this letter is extremely arrogant, it is also unparalleled.

This young marquis of the Chu Dynasty, known as the wise and wise commander of the Zhenbei Army, does have the means.

Qingheng sorted out his clothes and walked out of the Sutra Cave.

"This Qingfengtang is also on the list of wiped out?"

Zheng Fengtu watched Pei Donglai write several letters, and the ones who received the letters were all heads of the Zhongzong Sect in the Northern Xinjiang, and those who were sent out to deliver the letters were also quite important in the Northern Xinjiang.

He couldn't help asking when he saw the letter Pei Donglai sent to Qingfengtang.

During the battles between the two dynasties, Qingfeng Tang had nothing to do with the other ones except that he was killed by the Marquis of Qishan during the Battle of Natural Hazard. And those Marquis of Qishan did not attack the Marquis of Qishan. They were there that day and were innocently destroyed by the Marquis of Qishan. Speaking of which, Qingfeng Tang was wronged.

"It was originally on the list of extermination. The Marquis of Qishan felt that since he had killed the Supreme Master of Qingfeng Hall, it would be better to kill to the end and uproot Qingfeng Hall." Pei Donglai buried his head in writing, saying without raising his head: "But now, Qingfeng Hall has a glimmer of hope."

"You are forcing me to have an endless battle with the underground demons. Is this a glimmer of hope?"

"uncertain."

Pei Donglai raised his head, moved his neck, and said lightly: "Qingfengtang doesn't have to fight against the underground demons to the death."

"Are you recruiting them for this? If it weren't for this reason, what effort would you have to do?"

"Qingfengtang is not trying to confront us head-on to see life and death. Qingfengtang has never intervened in the fight. When they were involved in this matter, they should just want to watch the wall on that day, but they didn't expect to be involved in the killing scene."

"In this way, even if they didn't want to, they had to stand opposite to me."

"But my letter has given him a step. If he is willing to stay in the northern border safely, I will not be embarrassed."

"If everyone is willing to stay in the northern border safely, who do you use to fight against the underground demons?"

Zheng Fengtu felt that what Pei Donglai was thinking was completely unconscious. Even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly know what Pei Donglai's vitality was and how his vitality was moving, but he couldn't help Pei Donglai's thoughts.

"Those who want muddy water mofish, originally standing on the Beiyan side, will be swept away from my letter to our dynasty in this cleaning."

Pei Donglai picked up his pen, continued to write the letter, and whispered: "I want all the sects in the northern border to be obedient and obey our orders. Anyone who has a little indiscriminate intention and wants to use muddy waters will clean it up."

"Only in this way, Yanzhou can truly be stable after it is brought to our army."

"It's you?"

Outside the Welcoming Pavilion, Qingheng looked at the eagle and one man in the Welcoming Pavilion, and the god was a little dull for a moment.

Lian Qiwenyan, who was combing the giant eagle feathers, turned around, looked at Qingheng and smiled, nodded, "Some days have disappeared, but Qingheng's true character is still the same."

"The style remains..."

Qingheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. As he chewed these four words, he felt bitter in his mouth.

"I didn't expect that Lian Tianxing's most proud descendant would be willing to be a messenger."

Lian Qi smiled and did not answer.

Qingheng flipped his hand and stroked the golden brush in the air, drawing a faint ink mark.
Chapter completed!