Zhao Wujiang's Confucian shirt was a little white and gentle. He smiled again and said seriously:

"Thank you, senior."

The eyes of the God's Consortman are flashing:

"Li Chunjun has stopped the Clay Buddha for you.

If you remove the curse on Xuanyuan Jing, you will have more time. At that time, you will bring her and the people you want to take away to the Renzong.

I will protect their safety when I die and finally bring them out of this world.

Do you have anything else to know? As long as I can say it, I, Zhang Lindao, will tell you everything."

"It's gone." Zhao Wujiang looked calm, spread his hands and smiled:

"I know everything I should know, and I can infer the rest.

Next, it's nothing more than fighting for life.

Just see if they can kill Zhao Wujiang's life or if I will destroy them.

Destiny is like weaving, and it should be a rock!"

Destiny is intertwined and staggered like messy patterns, changing immutablely. I will be like a rock, unswervingly, facing the fierce attack of fate.

"Zhao Wujiang..." The divine chassis sighed. The more calm Zhao Wujiang was, the less he was, the less he could not calm him.

Zhao Wujiang stood up and waved, clasped his fists and bowed, and smiled gently:

"I have to go home."

The divine obsessive eyes were dim, his head was slightly lowered, and he stared at the increasingly weak flames on the oil lamp. The talismans covered with the back hall began to fall off and fluttered.

Zhao Wujiang turned around and left, still standing tall, without a trace of depressed look.

Walking out of the back hall, he saw Yang Miaozhen, who had never appeared in the crowd before.

Yang Miaozhen is still the beautiful Taoist nun. She is wearing a wide Taoist robe and can't hide her graceful figure and her cheeks are exquisite.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang walking out of the back hall, Yang Miaozhen quickly walked up to him and said with concern:

"Wujiang, you... are you okay?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, but only stroked Yang Miaozhen's black hair and shook his head:

"Let it go, it's okay."

Yang Miaozhen held Zhao Wujiang's sleeve tightly, frowned, and her long autumn water eyes were filled with mist. She said tremblingly:

"Borderless..."

Zhao Wujiang took Yang Miaozhen's waist, gently kissed her forehead, then smiled and pinched her cheek, and her whole body dissipated in the Renzong Hall like a catkin.

Yang Miaozhen stared at her hand holding Zhao Wujiang's robe. For no reason, the tip of her nose suddenly felt sore.

She stared out of the hall, her eyes full of water vapor.

———

The mountains and forests are surrounded by breeze.

Zhao Wujiang appeared beside Ma Er Xiaohong and turned over the horse.

He sat on the horse's back, his back swaying, very free and easy.

He picked up the wine gourd hanging next to the saddle, opened the plug and tilted it up. The smell of alcohol entered his stomach and escaped into his sorrow.

He laughed, patted the white hair on Xiaohong's head, and said with a smile:

"Xiaohong and Xiaohong, you're going to die, why are you not nervous at all?"

Ma Er Xiaohong was confused, but she quickly sniffed. It wanted to say that the horse was dead and was holding it up, not to mention that it wanted to kill it and float on the water. It was simply a dream.

"It's right."

Zhao Wujiang nodded:

"Sneer!

OK, I am worthy of being my Zhao Wujiang's horse!

Let's go home."

He missed his home a little, missed his home in the Kyoto Palace and the empress at home.

He also wants to share his energy with the empress and give it vitality. He also wants to give other sisters more love...

Well, he is actually just greedy for their bodies, that's all, not just that...

The wind blows on the way home.
Chapter completed!