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Zhao Wujiang's figure appeared in Xuanyuan Jing's mind.

These words were said by Zhao Wujiang when he talked to her.

Zhao Wujiang listed many possibilities and imposed himself into the forces of the north and south to deduce what might have happened.

“We must take the initiative no matter when and where.”

Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows became more majestic and his mind became more peaceful, just like Zhao Wujiang was standing beside her at this moment and analyzing the situation with her:

"If you want to test the southern Xinjiang, then start fighting directly, and we just happen to try their strength.

This battle is to tell people outside the Great Xia that the great Xia is virtuous and carries all things, and harmony is the most important thing, but they are never timid and can only defend.

More importantly, we will revitalize the morale of our Daxia soldiers, spread the depression for many years on the battlefield, take the enemy's head, and raise our blood!"

"The emperor is right, just hit him!" Liu Zhe's silver-white long beard trembled:

"They want to test it, huh, let's do it directly, see if they retreat, and if they have the ability, they will take on this battle head-on!"

Dugu Yihe nodded:

“That’s true.

We can't wait until they are ready to attack us, we must take the initiative."

Xuanyuan Jing rubbed his fingers and ordered:

"Without any time, I will send the message immediately and ask Xiao Yuanshan to prepare to send troops, but the purpose is not to take down southern Xinjiang, but to attack southern Xinjiang step by step."

Miaojiang in the south has been enemies with Daxia for many years, and its strength is extremely strong. It is difficult to defeat the whole country.

"The old minister received the order." The Minister of War bowed and his heart was inspiring.

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The Sect Master’s Stone Steps.

Zhao Wujiang and Yang Miaozhen walked together, their clothes fluttering, and he was about to embark on the way home.

The two walked down the steps and looked at Mizuze not far away.

Yang Miaozhen frowned slightly and gently bit her red lips. She wanted to say thousands of words, but under her reserve and coldness, she did not say hesitation.

Zhao Wujiang was delicate and bold. He directly grabbed Yang Miaozhen's waist, hugged her in his arms, and smiled gently:

"I feel reluctant to part with you, what should I do?"

"Then... how do I... know..." Yang Miaozhen's pretty face was flushing and hesitated.

Zhao Wujiang didn't say nonsense, his cheeks were approaching and his nose hugged each other. He gently kissed Yang Miaozhen's red lips to moisten the faint fragrance.

Yang Miaozhen whispered twice, did not struggle, and responded shyly.

After a long time of warmth, the two of them separated their lips. Zhao Wujiang touched Yang Miaozhen's beautiful cheeks and turned around with a smile:

"If the old men above weren't watching, I would have to practice the double practice several times before leaving."

Yang Miaozhen's cheeks were dyed with red glowing her red lips. She stared at Zhao Wujiang's free and gentle back.

Walking on the water, Zhao Wujiang walked along the water and disappeared into the mist.

Yang Miaozhen didn't look away for a long time. It would probably take a long time to meet each other after this farewell.

She sighed slightly, and her Taoist robe was blown by the wind, outlining her graceful body as steep and exquisite as a mountain.

"I really don't want to give up, so I'll chase you and take a look." A slightly cynical voice sounded on the banks of the water lake.

Yang Miaozhen listened to this familiar voice and looked sideways. She was a Taoist wearing an old dark blue Taoist robe.

The Taoist's hair and beard were a little messy, holding a tattered oil-paper umbrella in his hand and a compass hanging around his waist.

"Master?" Yang Miaozhen was happy and puzzled. Why did the master return at this time?

The head of the Human Sect, and the Divine Corpus Zhang Lindao.

"Hey, the stupid disciple still recognizes the master? Master thought that your girl's eyes were full of him Zhao Wujiang?" Zhang Lindao's straw sandals were covered with water stains, jumping around, trying to step on the water on the hay sandals.

He quipped while jumping:

"That kid looks so cool when he walks on the water. Master, I don't have this ability."

"Master!" Yang Miaozhen said angrily.

"Okay, okay, go back to the sect." The old Taoist yawned, looked sleepy, and walked up the stairs with an oil-paper umbrella on his hands, and said leisurely:

"I see that his boy Yin Tang is black, and he may be in a bloody disaster.

But life and death have fate, wealth and honor...I...

Well, it's me..."

Listening to the old Taoist's silence, Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes trembled suddenly, and the bloody disaster?

She quickly followed the old Taoist's footsteps and asked:
Chapter completed!