Chapter 148

After Zheng Dong left, when the two were walking out, Seeing Pei Ye asked, "Did you know each other before?"

"I saw him twice last year. He followed behind his senior brother, his mouth always foul, and I really disliked him back then," Li Piaoqing laughed, "Actually, his heart isn't bad."

Seeing Pei Ye smiled, noncommittal.

"People have two sides, just like a window is sometimes closed and sometimes open," Li Piaoqing looked back at the three-story building; that window seemed to have been forgotten forever, "It looks like you don't have much of a conflict with him either, but I believe it was his fault."

Seeing Pei Ye smiled and said goodbye: "Thank you for your trust, I'm off."

Returned to the inn.

The shopkeeper raised his head from the counter: "Yo! I said the things were all there, the person couldn't have run away—hurry up and pay the room rent from yesterday, and today's needs to be paid too."

Seeing Pei Ye sighed—now he only had four taels and six coins left.

"By the way, I handed those two letters to the post station for you yesterday, totaling ninety wen."

Alright, four taels and five coins.

Seeing Pei Ye sighed again, paid the money, and returned to his room.

Having been away for two days, the small room was the same as ever; Seeing Pei Ye felt he had already somewhat adapted to this place.

He unloaded his luggage and picked up the black cat on the windowsill: "Is it almost thirty pounds now? When can you inject blood again?"

The black cat closed its eyes and breathed, not even opening them: "At forty pounds."

"Alright." Seeing Pei Ye opened the sword case and took out the Liuli—having been stifled for almost two full days, it also needed to get some air.

Stroking the sword and reading, an ordinary night.

——

During the day.

Prefecture city post station.

The daylight was very bright, and the postman was busily and orderly placing classified envelopes into different boxes one by one.

Several post messengers lay on their backs in the shade to the side, closing their eyes comfortably, with no intention of helping.

The exhaustion belonging to them was still waiting ahead; once they set off, it would be days of continuous, restless travel.

Those connecting the counties of the prefecture were fine, as most were already familiar. Those leaving the prefecture and heading east were much more exhausting, with mountains to climb and rivers to cross. The post road south to the Son of Heaven's city had the best conditions, but there were more things to pay attention to, with many strict rules.

And the one who lay down most thoroughly was the one heading west; his journey was all uphill, the road would become higher and more winding, passing through forests and mountains until reaching the Tianshan foothills.

Yes, the most annoying thing was that among this batch of letters, there were actually some to be sent to the Tianshan Sect!

The cold, blade-like wind, the earth tempered to be incomparably hard by this wind, the white mountains, black waters, golden eagles, wolves, and leopards—if a person lived in such an environment year-round, they would certainly be forged to be as hard as these things.

But for an outsider who arrived occasionally, that was truly an experience they would never want to have a second time.

So he was a bit annoyed now, not wanting to move at all, not wanting to care about anything.

At this moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves at the door. A person flipped off the horse, their sleeves bringing up the sound of wind, which showed how clean and neat their skills were. This person walked two steps inside and placed something like a token on the table with a "clatter."

He figured it was another person from the government office coming to assign some tasks, so he pricked up his ears slightly, waiting for them to speak—hoping it wouldn't fall on him.

But the next moment, he sat up with a start, tilting his head and looking at the kind stranger at the door with bright eyes.

Because this person said: "Are there any letters for Tianshan? I'll take them along."

Gu Yunfu looked to be in his late twenties, with straight eyebrows and clear eyes, wearing blue clothes and black boots, carrying a sword on his white horse; his whole person looked hard and clear. At this moment, he was placing the Tianshan token on the counter for the postman to verify.

He knew the postman couldn't recognize the token of every sect, even a major sect like Tianshan. They were just looking at the stamp of the Immortal Platform on it.

Sure enough, the postman only looked down for a glance and then cupped his hands with a smile: "Tianshan hero! Just right, there are indeed letters for Tianshan."

Gu Yunfu nodded; he had come to ask because he knew.

The postman returned to the room and rummaged around twice, quickly bringing out a small stack of letters, pulling out one that was quite conspicuous—the others were ordinary yellow envelopes, but this one was made of fine white paper, pressed with silver hidden patterns, and was a size larger.

Gu Yunfu took it, looked at it, nodded, took back the token, and was about to say goodbye and leave, but heard the postman say: "Eh, wait a moment!"

Gu Yunfu turned his head and saw the postman flipping through the letters, saying: "There's one more."

"Hmm?" Gu Yunfu turned back to look, and the postman pulled out a yellow envelope that was packaged somewhat crudely and crookedly.

"This is also to be sent to the Tianshan Sect," the postman pointed to the handwriting on it and said.

Gu Yunfu took it with some doubt, only to see that the top really said "Tianshan Shanmen," but the place where the prefecture name should have been written before these three characters was empty.

"Happened to run into a junior brother or sister from Bowang Prefecture?... To be opened by Miss Ming, who is surnamed Ming?"

Gu Yunfu looked with his eyes, thought in his heart, and already said with his mouth: "Alright, then I'll take this along on the way—"

He almost bit his tongue—the line of small characters below caught his eye, written: "Please, when Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming comes to challenge, kindly deliver this on our behalf."

"..."

"What's wrong, hero? Is it not right?"

"... No." Gu Yunfu's thoughts raced, his eyes moving to the "Seeing Pei Ye" written at the bottom as the sender. He went through the Crane-Duck Register a hundred times but couldn't remember this person at all.

"Perhaps some disciple of Yunlang Mountain has something to notify... but why not use a jade sword to transmit the letter..."

Gu Yunfu thought, but still carefully and properly put it away, took out the previous letter, put this letter in the position where the previous one had just been, and then covered it up.

Ming Qitian's challenge was indeed a real thing; she had already sent a letter to make an appointment a month ago, and Tianshan naturally had no reason to refuse. This was the most exciting thing the younger generation had been talking about for a month, only Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming seemed to have been delayed for a few days due to something, and sent another letter to postpone it, expressing her apologies.

Gu Yunfu patted the letter bag again, flipped onto his horse, and left.

The postman was organizing the remaining letters when a post messenger behind him came over, patted his shoulder, and laughed happily: "Is there anything you need help with?"

——

The next day, when Seeing Pei Ye arrived at the martial arts hall again, he heard Zhang Dingyun's shouting before he even entered the door: "How come you're not on it?! The list has already been submitted!"

"The proprietor said that was a preliminary list and can be changed."

"Even if it can be changed, it shouldn't be! How can there be such a thing—I'm going to find him!"

As soon as Seeing Pei Ye entered the door, he bumped into Zhang Dingyun, who was rushing out with a red face.

Behind him, Chang Yue, carrying his luggage and bedding, chased after him: "No need, when I was chosen, the proprietor already said that if I met someone more powerful later, I would be replaced. I couldn't beat the other person, it's that I'm not good enough."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Pei Ye looked at the two.

"Ah, Brother Pei," Zhang Dingyun cupped his hands casually, "The rewards for this year's martial competition were just announced yesterday, I don't know which expert it attracted—today my dad took Chang Yue's spot in the martial competition and gave it to someone else."

"What kind of person?"

"Someone whose name I've never heard of, called Yang Yan, damn it!"

Thanks to Boss Hangxing Buyu for the alliance leader reward! The boss is generous!

(End of chapter)