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Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan walked out of the white mist and quickly walked through the bamboo forest. After a while, they returned to the main hall of Putuo Temple.
He held Gu Nanyuan's hand and walked through the back hall door, receiving the attention of everyone.
Zhao Wujiang discovered that there were many more people in the main hall of Putuo Temple than when he came. They were all entrenched in the main hall at this moment, confronting Master Kuzhu.
When Master Kuzhu saw Zhao Wujiang and the others returning, his expression was calm and he responded to the salutes of Zhao Wujiang and the others.
The man in green shirt and Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, and others looked puzzled. Most of the people who went to the back mountain camped in front of the sweeper's tomb, waiting for their seniors to arrive. There had never been anyone who returned in such a short time as Zhao Wujiang and the two.
When Jia 23 and Jia 19 saw Zhao Wujiang return, they felt relieved and hurriedly greeted him.
Zhao Wujiang wore a bronze mask and said in a calm voice:
"Let's go..."
A23 and A19 said yes, stood respectfully behind Zhao Wujiang, and followed Zhao Wujiang's pace.
Many people present breathed a sigh of relief, including the man in green shirt and others.
They knew that the two men in gray robes had the lowest level of cultivation and were both masters, and they received the gift from Master Kuzhu in return. They became even more curious about the leader, Zhao Wujiang, and they all speculated on Zhao Wujiang's identity.
In their unified understanding, Zhao Wujiang's identity is absolutely unparalleled, and he is most likely the spoiled son of a hidden family. Once Zhao Wujiang wants to start a fight, he will undoubtedly be a formidable enemy.
Now that Zhao Wujiang has left, they will naturally lose a big enemy in their fight on this trip.
Zhao Wujiang came outside Putuo Temple and got on his horse. Gu Nanyuan sat opposite him and hugged him.
The four of them galloped towards Kyoto.
The purpose of Zhao Wujiang's trip has been achieved. He has obtained the secret book. Although he has no mental skills, he has stopped King Xiaoyao and left a gift for King Xiaoyao.
He believed that this gift would be something that King Xiaoyao would never forget.
The sound of horse hooves and the sound of horse bells.
Gu Nanyuan didn't feel anything unusual at first, but as the horse jolted, she felt Zhao Wujiang's hidden weapon keep pressing against her lower abdomen with the turbulence.
This made her doubtful, but she didn't ask. She just pressed her cheek against Zhao Wujiang's chest with a soft face.
"Young Master ahead, please stay."
Suddenly, a horse galloped up, with an old man in gray and white robes sitting on the horse.
Zhao Wujiang pulled the reins, and the horse grunted and stamped its feet slowly. The long and slanted horse's face was full of dissatisfaction. He was running happily when he was stopped. No horse would be happy if he let it go. It snorted hard. He signaled the old man to tell him something quickly.
The old man seemed to understand the horse's signal, and he clasped his fists towards Zhao Wujiang with a kind face:
"Young Master, my saint is here to talk to you.
There is a small pavilion in front of me. I would like to ask you to show your face to me. "
"No, I'm not a member of the martial arts world. This is my first time in the martial arts world, and I don't know any saints." Zhao Wujiang clearly refused. Now he just wanted to return to Beijing as soon as possible.
"Please give me your respect, sir!" The old man in gray and white robes narrowed his eyes slightly, still kind, and repeated what he just said, but Zhao Wujiang felt a vast energy locking on him.
Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows, and the old man in front of him turned out to be a powerful master.
Jia 23 and Jia 19 rode forward and stared at the white-robed old man with eager eyes.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes contained a cold light: "Get out of the way!"
"Young Master, my saintly daughter invites you, but it is something that many heroes in the world dream of. Don't be ignorant of your appreciation." The old man whistled, and three more big horses came running. On the horse's back were three people who were also wearing gray robes. The men range from old to middle-aged.
The next moment, the four masters surrounded Zhao Wujiang with their tyrannical auras.
"Is it possible that the Nu family is too ugly to be seen by the young master?"
Immediately afterwards, a soft and soft voice sounded.
Zhao Wujiang followed the sound and saw a large maroon horse slowly approaching carrying a woman dressed in white.
The woman's green silk hair is tied up with a red fan scarf, hanging down on her chest. As the horse jolts, the woman's proud moonlight in front of her body is also shaking.
As he got closer, Zhao Wujiang could clearly see the woman's face, her moist red lips, her straight nose, and especially her pair of peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be always glowing with autumn water.
"The girl is very beautiful. Now that you and I have met, I have something urgent to do. See you next time!" Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and pulled the reins of the horse.
"Haha..." The beautiful woman covered her mouth and smiled softly, her peach blossom eyes full of anger:
"Could it be that the young master has done something wrong and is ashamed to face the slave family?"
"No!" Zhao Wujiang replied seriously. The woman's every move was charming, but she also looked extremely beautiful and pure. The contradiction between charm and purity undoubtedly created a heart-stopping temptation in the woman.
He had only seen this contradictory and fusion feeling of innocence and charm in one woman, Gu Nanyuan in his arms now.
But Gu Nanyuan was charming and shy, but the woman in front of her was all charming and moved, and Zhao Wujiang felt murderous intent under this charming charm.
Therefore, the woman in front of him is nothing more than a femme fatale in his eyes.
The beautiful woman approached on horseback, biting her red lips and squinting her peach blossom eyes:
"Then by whose hands did our sect's holy son Lin Tianlang die?"
