The letter was dozens of pages thick.

It is more like an instruction manual than a letter.

The bag was filled with various bottles and jars of precious herbs, secret manuals, and even some childish gadgets.

Yan Huailiu sat down against the wall and carefully flipped through the dozens of pages of letters.

The handwriting on the paper was delicate, completely contrary to the original owner's flamboyant personality, but it was clear that he had written it himself.

No one would write at the beginning of a post: [To the scholar Baili: Take off your annoying clothes and feed them to the dogs before you read this].

Yan Huailiu laughed out loud for a moment, and suddenly remembered that in the memory given to him by the system at the beginning, his early original body was dressed like Baili Changhuan now.

He continued reading. The content was stiff from beginning to end, and they didn't even bother to add a basic greeting.

But he explained in detail where the medicine in the bag should be used and when it would be most effective.

What should we pay attention to when practicing the mind method, and how to clear the obstacles when encountering them.

There were even instructions for the childish gadget included, but the tone was clearly not nice.

[This is a whistle, fill it with water and blow it with your mouth]

The following pages also include a relatively complete map, introducing the most suitable locations for cultivation in the Yuxu Sect.

A few of them were circled and a few words were written in an almost commanding tone: [Go here].

Yan Huailiu's throat tightened a little. He carefully put these things back and then opened the next bag.

The same letter was even thicker than Baili Changhuan's.

[To the little beggar]

These four words were crossed out, but they were still clearly visible.

A new line of words was written at the end: [To Gu Xingyun]

The purpose of the various items in the bag was explained in the same stiff manner, and a similar map was also attached.

There was another neatly copied copy of the mental method in the bag. Yan Huailiu flipped it open and took a few glances. It seemed familiar. "Isn't this the one I gave away before? Did he copy it twice?"

He didn't care and continued to flip through the pages.

Several pieces of paper were folded up. Yan Huailiu opened them and saw a drawing of a long sword. Next to it was a note with a font size reduced several times. There was something awkward between the lines.

[This sword is very suitable for you. If you can find it, I will give it to you. If you can’t find it, forget it.]

A mini map is also included at the bottom.

Yan Huailiu recognized it at a glance. The painting was of the secret room in Canghai Pavilion.

He carefully examined the sword several times, his emotions filled with indescribable complexity: "It's Zhuiyue."

After many twists and turns, Zhuiyue was finally delivered to Gu Xingyun.

Yan Huailiu took a deep breath, kept himself calm, and continued to look back.

A familiar badge fell out of the bag given to Ling Xinghua. He picked it up and identified it for a long time before he remembered that it seemed to be the pass token of Canghai Pavilion.

Having this sign is basically equivalent to having the management rights of Canghai Pavilion.

An extra line was added to the letter to Ling Xinghua.

[Learn more about management knowledge, you will be able to handle matters of all sizes in a safe and stable manner.]

Yan Huailiu felt a sore nose, but he forced himself to look at the next one.

Chang Sui had a lot of herbs in his bag, but the letter was much thinner than others, probably because he felt there was no need to introduce too much to him.

The map at the back was marked with a familiar book title, and the tone wasn't very good either.

[If you can find it, then look at it. If you can’t find it, you are unlucky.]

Yan Huailiu laughed and said, "I found it for him and sent it out. Jingming likes it very much."

The herbs in the bag were obviously handled with care, and the roots were all clean.

Yan Huailiu put away several bags and placed them neatly in the box.

He just sat on the ground and stared at the things in the box in a daze.

The letter paper, herbs, and other things inside were both new and old, and it was obvious that they were not prepared at the same time.

He could imagine how the original body had collected those things and how he had added new letters to them time and time again.

He couldn't understand this person.

He was the one who committed the violence, but he was also the one who secretly cared about her.

He was the one who beat the hardest, and he was also the one who prepared medicine according to each person's injuries.

How can a person become so twisted?

Since you have prepared these things, why don’t you send them out?

Why... did it end up like that?

With that level of cultivation, the entire cultivation world combined might not even be his match. He was usually so smart and cautious, how could he...

Why would he be retaliated against like that by his disciples?

Yan Huailiu thought of the plot that was briefly mentioned in the original book and suddenly sat up straighter.

He picked up the bag closest to him with Gu Xingyun's name on it and read the dozens of pages of the letter again.

Finally found out what was wrong.

The original body had such a clear understanding of pharmacology that he could clearly list the uses, effects and adverse reactions of each medicine. How could he not taste the drugged food that Gu Xingyun had eaten?

No matter how well Chang Jingming learns or how talented he is, he cannot create a chronic poison that the original body is unaware of.

[You crawled out of a pile of corpses, and your bones are filled with corpse energy. Move around the sect more often and let the spiritual energy replace those impurities. You are so weak now. It will not do you any good to rush into cultivation. If you don't want to die early, just obey.]

On the back of the letter paper with the picture of the Moon-Chasing Sword, Yan Huailiu found this line of small words.

He didn't know how to describe the shock of that second, and all the words he wanted to say turned into tears.

I can't stop it.

He would not easily erase the harm that his original body had brought to his fellow apprentices and disciples, nor would he deliberately ignore the wrong things he had done.

But at this moment I just feel wronged, inexplicably wronged.

After a long time and through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he was the only outsider who could see the original person's awkward yet real life.

I saw the tenderness that was once destined to be drowned in the long river of hatred mixed with blood and tears.

He thought of the previous plot, in which his original body knelt silently in Changqing Temple for half a month.

He watched helplessly as a gorgeous flower gradually withered.

Baili Changhuan died on Zixiao Peak, and the original Yan Huailiu died in Changqing Temple.

Why did Gu Xingyun and his team have such great success and encountered almost no obstacles?

Why did Yan Huailiu, who mastered the secret method that could easily restrain the devil, end up like that?

It was simply because, from the moment he realized that Jade Purity True Man would never come back, from the moment he stepped out of Changqing Temple, he no longer had any reason to support him in living recklessly.

"So... you've always known this, right?" Yan Huailiu put his hand on the box and asked in a low voice.

"Why exactly? Why would you do this?"

There will be no answers.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the complex emotions that surged up in his body, picked up one of the bags and walked out.