The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and all relevant matters of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce were ready.

Today is the day the caravan sets out.

Early in the morning, the outer area of ​​Baituo Mountain was full of people.

Everyone was carrying luggage or leading camels, looking excited and expectant.

They all came from various sects in the Western Regions, and most of them were small sects that won the martial arts conference.

This trip concerns the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of their own sect. They are fully aware that the task is arduous and the responsibility is heavy, and they dare not be careless or slack in the slightest.

After a unanimous vote by the Chamber of Commerce members, the business delegation was divided into two teams.

A team led by disciples from the Kongtong, Kunlun and Vajra sects went to the Central Plains for trade exchanges.

A team led by disciples from the White Camel Villa, the Ming Cult and the Hand Seal Sect went to Persia and other places to conduct trade.

As the president of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce, Ye Fan should come and see him off.

He first came to the caravan heading to the Central Plains, and bowed to the Kongtong Sect's head Mu Lingzi and the Kunlun Sect's head Qing Lingzi, saying, "The two heads, please be careful on your journey. I'll have to trouble you to take care of the caravan's affairs."

Mu Lingzi and Qing Lingzi bowed and replied: "Thank you for seeing us off, President. We will do our best."

This trip was the first appearance of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce in the Central Plains, and there was no room for error, so the two leaders volunteered to lead the team.

At this time, Mu Lingzi shouted: "Let's go!"

The eastward-bound caravan started slowly, heading towards its distant destination.

The sound of horse hooves and camel bells interweave to form a melodious melody.

Hua Nongying rode side by side with the Sanxiao sisters. When they passed by Ye Fan, she suddenly called out, "Young Master Ye, tell your four maids that when we return from this trip, I will challenge them again."

Ye Fan smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Okay, Junior Sister Hua, I will tell you the truth."

Hua Nongying glanced at him, snorted coldly, and rode away on his horse.

Seeing this, Li Xiaxiao bowed and said, "Young Master Ye, take care. We will meet again later."

Then, he took his two sisters and chased after him.

Ye Fan didn't take it seriously and went to another caravan, where he exchanged a few words with the two leaders, Ming Cult leader Shi Tianxing and Hand Seal Sect leader Linghui Shangren.

Also because this was the first trip, the two leaders took the initiative to volunteer to lead this caravan.

Afterwards, Ye Fan came to the many disciples of Baituo Villa and reminded them to pay attention to safety and contact the two masters in time if they encountered any difficulties.

Finally, he came to the Persian Ming Cult.

Under the promotion of President Ye Fan, all members of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce agreed to cooperate with the Persian Ming Cult to jointly explore trade routes to the Far West.

When the Saint saw him coming, she bowed and said, "Thank you, President Ye, for your hospitality these past few days. Atossa is grateful."

"You're welcome. This is the beginning of our cooperation. There will be more opportunities to collaborate with each other in the future." Ye Fan responded with a smile.

He glanced around and found that Envoy Huiyue was hesitant to speak several times, so he walked up to her and asked with a smile: "What's wrong, my maid, are you reluctant to leave me?"

Envoy Huiyue glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I just wanted to thank you for saving my life."

At the martial arts conference that day, the three envoys were severely injured by Taoist Baisun. Later, Ye Fan used his pure yang internal force to help them clear the cold poison from their bodies.

It’s just that Ye Fan has been busy with the affairs of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce recently, and they haven’t had time to thank him.

Ye Fan burst into laughter. "You are my maid, so saving you is only natural."

At this time, Envoy Miaofeng and Envoy Liuyun also stepped forward and said, "Thank you, President Ye, for saving my life. If you have any orders from now on, we will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Ye Fan nodded. He thought for a moment and took out three Holy Fire Tokens from his body, handed them to Envoy Huiyue, and said, "This is for you. Don't let others beat you to the point of vomiting blood again."

Some time ago, when Atossa came to him to discuss something, he asked her to help translate the martial arts on the third Holy Fire Token.

He has already learned all the martial arts on these three Holy Fire Tokens, so there is no point in keeping them.

Moreover, he had already figured out that the reason why Shi Tianxing gave him the Holy Fire Order so readily was to divert trouble away and allow the Persian Ming Cult to confront the White Camel Villa in the future.

Huiyue was startled and waved his hands quickly, saying, "How can this be possible? The Holy Fire Token is a sacred object. I cannot accept such an important thing."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Just take it if I tell you to. This originally belongs to your Persian Ming Cult."

Seeing that Envoy Huiyue was still a little hesitant, Ye Fan continued, "Although the Holy Fire Token is a holy object, it is completely useless to me. This caravan's journey westward will definitely not be peaceful. I want to use these three Holy Fire Tokens in exchange for three years of protection from your Persian Ming Cult.

In the next three years, if anyone from our Western Regions Chamber of Commerce encounters difficulties and seeks help from you, the Persian Ming Cult, you should do your best to help them. "

Hearing Ye Fan say this, Huiyue subconsciously looked at the saint.

Atossa nodded immediately, "Promise him!"

Envoy Huiyue then took the Holy Fire Order, nodded seriously, and said, "Thank you, I will definitely not let you down."

At this time, Envoy Miaofeng and Envoy Liuyun also spoke up, saying that they would take good care of the people from the Western Region Chamber of Commerce in their territory.

Ye Fan looked at the three of them and nodded with satisfaction.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, raising dust.

The westward-bound caravan also began to move slowly towards the predetermined route.

"Well, it's getting late, you should leave too. See you later." Ye Fan waved goodbye to the Saint and the three envoys Feng Yueyun.

Atossa nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination, "We, the Persian Ming Cult, will definitely not let President Ye down."

Afterwards, they also set off with the westward-bound caravan.

Watching the two caravans going further and further away, Ye Fan felt filled with emotion.

The actions of the Western Region Chamber of Commerce this time may affect the entire world situation.

Ye Fan turned around and returned to the White Camel Villa. However, as soon as he entered the villa, he saw Mei Jian holding a letter and walking around anxiously. He immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Young Master, it's bad. Sister Lu is gone." Mei Jian said anxiously.

As she spoke, she hurriedly handed the letter to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was startled, and when he opened the letter, he saw a few lines of beautiful handwriting on it.

"My dear junior uncle,

Ever since I met you at Chixia Manor, my heart has always been happy.

The demeanor of my uncle master is like the bright moon in the sky, warm and moist, which makes Wushuang admire him endlessly.

Whenever I think of the kindness of protecting you and giving you medicine, I can't help but feel so emotional that I wish I could give myself to you.

Now I see that my uncle has someone in his heart. Although I am unwilling, I dare not force him and can only wish him the best.

Wushuang thought it over again and again and decided to go back to Jiangnan to find out whether his parents were alive or dead.

I hope Uncle Master takes care of himself and don’t worry about him.

The mountains are high and the waters are long, we will meet again in the future. "

After Ye Fan finished reading the letter, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He silently folded the letter and put it in his arms.

"Since she has decided to leave, let her go." Ye Fan said softly, "Separation and reunion are unpredictable and cannot be forced."

Mei Jian nodded, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

She didn't expect that the young master would be so indifferent to the young mistress's departure.

After more than two months of living together day and night, the four sisters' feelings for Lu Wushuang are much deeper than those for Ye Fan.

After Mei Jian left, Ye Fan stood in the yard for a long time and finally made up his mind: it was time to go back to Zhongnan Mountain to find Senior Sister Xiaolongnu.