The next morning.

This morning is no different from the autumn waters and countless midsummer mornings.

Even after noon on this day, the Tianmen will open somewhere among the Qiushui Mountains.

The day is not big at this time, and the cold mountain wind swimming among the autumn waters has just suppressed the summer heat. Dewdrops are hanging everywhere on the grass and trees in the mountains. No matter how careful you walk, you will always get some of your trouser legs wet with dewdrops.

This made Zhou Bozhong, who had been walking in the mountains for a morning, had to stop and twist the soaked trouser legs every time. After more times of twisting, he simply rolled up his trouser legs.

But strangely, he has always been frivolous in his work and is afraid of being tired and troubled, but today he can't see any resentment on his face. On the contrary, his expression is very serious and serious.

You know, this serious look in the past only appeared when he practiced swordsmanship.

After walking to a dense forest that was almost impermeable, Zhou Bozhong suddenly stopped in front of three strange-shaped trees.

"A big tree that three people hugged each other, two dead trees as thick as bowls, and two rocks that are ten thousand pounds..."

I saw him looking at the three trees closest to him, looking for something everywhere.

"So here..."

Finally, he found these two stones in the grass under his feet.

“The weight is right.”

He held the two stones in his hands and weighed them.

After confirming that, he suddenly moved the two stones to the middle of the big tree and the two dead trees.

After doing this, he quickly stepped back and stood still.

Almost as he stood still, a somewhat dilapidated wood door was pushed open in front of him. While the wood door was pushed open, a small courtyard with fireworks suddenly appeared out of thin air in this dense forest with only trees and rocks.

"Who are you?"

A Taoist boy's little head timidly poked out of the wooden door, and a pair of black eyes looked at Zhou Bozhong with alertness and curiosity.

"I'll find your master, Beihe real man."

Zhou Bozhong tried his best to make his fierce-looking face kinder.

"My master, I don't see anyone outsiders."

The little Taoist boy mustered up the courage to look at Zhou Bozhong.

"I'm not an outsider."

Zhou Bozhong smiled and said:

"Your master is my senior brother. If you count it, you have to call me uncle."

As he said, he raised his hand to touch the little Taoist boy's head, but the little Taoist boy suddenly retracted his head, banged the mountain and closed the wood door, and then shouted loudly while jogging:

"Master, Master, my troublesome uncle is here!"

"You actually called me a troublemaker uncle?"

Zhou Bozhong scratched his head with a wry smile.

Not long after, the wooden door was pushed open again.

This time, the person who opened the wooden door was an old man with gray hair.

The old man's eyes were turbid and his breath was weak, and he looked like he was about to come.

"What are you doing?"

The old man gave Zhou Bozhong a blank look and said without any worries.

"Come on... come and see..."

Zhou Bozhong looked as obedient as a child who had done something wrong in front of this old man.

"See enough? Let's go after you have enough. I'm cooking."

The old man said that he was about to close the door.

"No, no, there is something, I have something to do, it's really something to do!"

Zhou Bozhong quickly grabbed the door with his hands.

However, the old man was obviously not strong enough. Zhou Bozhong just put his hand on the door, so he couldn't pull it any longer.

However, at this moment, Zhou Bozhong was not happy at all. He even felt extremely sad, especially feeling the trembling force that the other party tried to close the door. He was very reluctant to believe that this was the senior brother who could have slapped him more than ten meters away.

Because he had a Kirin bone before, he could not fully experience all the feelings of falling into the realm, so this was his first time, and he truly felt that falling into the realm was such a cruel thing for a cultivator.

"What's the matter, say..."

Unable to close the door, Beihe Zhenren lowered his head with a dejected expression and his tone became very low.

"I'm here to deliver the letter."

Zhou Bozhong pulled out a letter from his cuff and handed it to Beihe Real Man.

"Whose letter?"

Beihe asked while looking at the envelope:

"Xu Honghu's? Or Sun Wumou's?"

In his opinion, Qiu Shui is the only two people who can get Zhou Bozhong to deliver the letter now.

“None are not.”

Zhou Bozhong shook his head.

"It's Qiu Shui's letter."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Hearing this, the thin hand of Beihe, holding the envelope, suddenly trembled, and he seemed to be stunned. He settled for a long time without moving before slowly raising his head.

"knew."

Beihe Real Man said lightly.

When he said this, the expression on his face remained calm and calm.

"Teacher, junior brother, have you received it too?"

Before Zhou Bozhong could speak, Beihe Zhenren suddenly asked again.

"Um."

When Zhou Bozhong heard the other party say "Junior Brother", he suddenly felt inexplicably happy.

"You can still come out... you're as stupid as you were when you were a child."

The old man shook his head helplessly.

"The porridge I made is almost ready. Come into the house and eat a bowl?"

He continued to ask.

"I can't do my senior brother, I still have a few letters to send today."

Zhou Bozhong shook his head with a smile.

"Oh... well."

The old man sighed.

"Then I'll leave, senior brother."

After Zhou Bozhong said that, he waved his hand and turned around and left.

The old man also waved to Zhou Bozhong's back, and he was stunned for a while before turning back to the yard.

"Master, Master, what kind of letter is this?"

The little Taoist boy followed behind the old man's butt and asked.

"A letter that will free you from your teacher."

The old man stared at the letter as he walked, and his stern face suddenly smiled.

After saying that, he tore open the envelope with his hands, pulled out a piece of letter paper from it, and handed it to the little Taoist boy without looking at it:

"Niannian."

"OK!"

The little Taoist boy happily took the page of the letter paper, then spread the stacked letter paper little by little with his little hands, and said in his last word with his tender childish voice:

"Please go to the underworld with me."

This is the entire content of this letter.

...

As the temperature in the mountains rose little by little, Zhou Bozhong, who was originally just wet with dew, was already wet with sweat.

Fortunately, the letter that should be sent has been delivered.

"There is the last letter..."

He took out a letter from his cuff that was a little different from what he had sent before.

As if it was intended to distinguish it from other letters, the envelope of this letter was made of a piece of red paper, and the handwriting on the envelope was also different from others, because it was obviously much ugly.

The name of the recipient is written with Li Yunsheng.

"Li Yunsheng probably hasn't set off yet."

Zhou Bozhong touched the sweat on his forehead, then looked at the location of the back mountain in the distance of Baiyunguan.

"Forget it, let's use this last bite of true energy now, so as not to catch up."

As he said that, Zhou Bozhong's body shook, and his whole body disappeared like a afterimage on the road to Baiyun Temple.
Chapter completed!