Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Back to last night, not long after Qin Linyu left, Yu Ning sent someone to inform Jiuli to prepare to return to Qianyuan Sword Sect. When Qin Linyu came in the morning, only the disciples who were cleaning the place had not left.

Jiuli listened to Tianshu's words with her ears tilted, her eyebrows and eyes were sharp and her gaze became deep.

"Keep a close eye on him, I want to know all his movements," Jiuli said as he played with the jade token, a hint of danger in his tone.

"Yes." Tianshu responded and went down to make arrangements.

Half a month later, the secret letter from the Shangguan family was delivered to Xiyun.

The treasure ship of Qianyuan Sword Sect was still in the air and had not landed yet. It would take several days to reach Qianshan where Qianyuan Sword Sect was located.

Most of the disciples on the ship went there to broaden their horizons. After all, in a hundred years, it would be their competition arena.

Jiuli opened the secret letter, and it turned into a water mirror in the air, with a vague scene recorded on it.

The first thing you see is the lifelike vermilion portal with ancient seal characters, and the exotic flowers and plants inside are arranged in order.

The doctors and alchemists gathered in the hall were led around three gates and nine winding corridors to a room. The walls were covered with blue and gold shark gauze, which sparkled when the wind blew, making people feel like they were in the deep ocean.

On the bed further inside was lying a young man, his face pale, his breathing weak, and his life or death unknown, obviously a mortal.

"Is it him?" One of the alchemists who participated in the Four Realms Competition turned pale. Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew. Isn't this the one who was captured by the Tianji Pavilion?

Shangguan Yanqi was among them, but his eyes swept across the void. There were many people guarding here. It seemed that the Gu family was determined to go against them? There was a fierce look in his eyes.

"I asked you to come here to see him," Gu Anran walked out from the side, "As long as he can be cured, everything you want is not a problem. What if he can't be cured? Haha."

He glanced at him dangerously, took out a broken jade slip from his sleeve, and slowed down his tone.

"Of course, you don't need to do this. You just need to restore this pill and refine it."

"What if he can't wake up?" The doctor who spoke first said, "Who knows if what you said is true or not?"

"That's right. Aren't you, the Gu family, too overbearing? Can you really kill us?" You and I started talking at the same time, but were quickly suppressed.

The people Gu Anran arranged to enter began to praise him one by one.

"You only have one goal, to cure him." Gu Anran slightly emphasized the word "cure" and walked out.

The broken jade slip was circulated among the crowd. Shangguan Yanqi took it and took a look at it, his pupils shrank. This was really cruel, but his face showed no expression, instead he looked innocent.

Then the scene fast-forwards to the moment when the pill is made. Ming Yan suddenly wakes up and quickly disappears from the Gu family. The Gu family begins to look for someone in great detail, obviously having some purpose of their own.

After reading it, Jiuli leaned back with a cold look on her face. It seemed that there was someone behind Ming Yan.

"Miss?" Xiyun looked at Jiuli with worry in her eyes.

"Nothing, has father returned home?" Jiuli raised her eyes, took out a piece of light purple jade and turned it on her fingertips.

"According to the itinerary, the head of the family should have been home." With the head of the family's speed, he should have arrived if nothing unexpected happened.

"Well, you should keep an eye on the Gu family's information network yourself. What's going on at the Tianji Pavilion?" Jiuli asked casually, looking carefully at the purple jade that was about to take shape in his hand.

"The predictions of Tianji Pavilion have never been accurate, but the successor has secretly gone down the mountain." Xiyun disagreed. It was a joke that there were two reincarnations of the goddess back then.

"Keep an eye on them, those old men love to stir up trouble in secret." It seems that the Tianji Pavilion knows something, but what is the destiny now? It's just a stepping stone.

"Yes." Xiyun didn't understand but carried out the order. After all, her young lady did nothing wrong, and the one who was wrong must be someone else.

"Is there anything else?" After a while, seeing Xiyun still standing there, Jiuli raised her eyes. "If you have nothing else, please leave first."

"Yes." Xiyun left the room briskly.

Ming Yan, who was far above the ground, was running for his life frantically, even disguising himself as a beggar, looking back from time to time.

"Gu Anran!" Ming Yan's eyes were full of hatred as he ate the buns he had just stolen. He didn't expect that she was the one who betrayed him!

Fortunately, there are still secrets that I haven’t told her, otherwise, haha!

Just after taking two bites, he was spotted by a vicious dog. In desperation, he fled in panic and dodged carefully. Wait until he gets the inheritance, and then they will be in trouble!

To comfort myself, I took a flying car to the sea on the road. Of course, it was free, which showed that I was brave enough, otherwise it would have been like free airdropped food.

"Come out?! I saw you." The boy's clear voice echoed in the flying car, "If you don't come out, I'll call for help."

Ming Yan hid even more tightly, fearing that the person shouting would see him, and kept praying that he would not see me.

"No one? It seems that what uncle said is not true." The young man said, and sat down on where Ming Yan was hiding.

Ming Yan tried hard to hold his breath and secretly memorized the boy's voice, perhaps it would be useful in the future.

Half a month later, Jiuli returned to Linyuan Peak.

"Saintess, this is a message sent from the Ancient Holy Land." The steward who was guarding Linyuan Peak saw Jiuli coming and went to greet her.

"Post?" Jiuli took the post and took a look at it. A strong smile appeared in her eyes. She moved very quickly.

There was a passage written in thin gold script on it, the general meaning of which was as follows: My father passed away due to being emotionally upset, and I took over the ancient holy land, and would like to invite you to come and witness it.

At the end, he wrote love poems with deep affection, showing his preference and unique status without hesitation.

The date was set for three years later, and the invitations were sent out in advance, with my own little thoughts.

"I see. Go to the warehouse and pick out a few that match your identity and send them to him when the time comes." Jiuli put the note away and then turned around to ask, "Where does the sect master have it?"

"Yes, when I came here, a disciple went to deliver it, but the sect master hasn't seen it yet." The steward lowered his head slightly and told the news he knew one by one, talking beside him.

"Well, you've done a good job. You've worked hard these past few days," Jiuli praised skillfully, "I'll give you rewards according to the usual practice this month."

"I will take them to thank the Saint for her reward." The steward smiled from ear to ear. The Saint was indeed the most generous one.

The steward took the reward and left quickly, leaving the space to Jiuli and Xiyun. After walking for a distance, he came back. He just remembered that he had something to say.

"Saintess, a relic will appear in a few days. The sect leader asked me to tell you whether you want to go." The steward said again.

"Go, tell the master." Jiuli nodded. Who would complain about having too many treasures? Of course, the more the better.