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Big eel! Zhao Wujiang was full of slander, but he was still respectful and courteous. The host made it clear that he didn't want to tell him the truth and just said some vague words.
He guessed that if he continued to ask questions, the host might have to say something like "the secret of heaven must not be leaked" and "the donor can take care of himself, everything is determined".
He led the maroon horse and walked out of the gate of Lanruo Temple. He had achieved what he had thought of during this trip, and his cultivation level had also improved by accident, so he no longer had to stay.
But the moment he stepped out of the door, he glanced back at the wing and felt reassured.
Unintentionally inserting willows and willows make shade, and falling in love with a girl every time he enters the rivers and lakes, which makes him exhausted.
The body can eat it, but the heart can't bear it.
"Amitabha." Zhao Wujiang muttered the Buddha's name by mistake, and the horse snorted, and its hooves clattered on the muddy road.
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"Sister, he's gone."
Wei Qingling's voice was light and soft. Looking at Zhao Wujiang's back leading the horse away, she seemed a little desolate and tired.
"Yes." Yang Miaozhen has restored the image of the human sect saint as cold as a fairy. She is dressed in a spotless black robe, her black hair like a waterfall under the Pisces crown is fluttering in the wind, and her eyes are faint.
Wei Qingling's mahogany sword was no longer carried on her back, but was held in her hand. The yellow talisman and red rope of copper coins were shaking, and she was a little puzzled:
"Senior sister, you obviously hope that he can..."
"No." Yang Miaozhen's eyes trembled slightly and she directly interrupted Wei Qingling's words.
Wei Qingling muttered:
"Then why did you lie to him about the curse? Aren't you afraid that he wouldn't come?"
"Qingling, you?" Yang Miaozhen's flawless white cheeks were instantly flushed with shame.
Wei Qingling's big eyes darted around, not daring to look at Renzong's senior sister Yang Miaozhen, and said in a loud voice:
"Actually, I heard it all..."
Yang Miaozhen's face was full of shame and anger, like the morning glow.
She didn't expect that her junior sister would listen to everything she said to Zhao Wujiang last night, which meant that her shy private words in bed with Zhao Wujiang last night were also listened to.
"I knew you were concerned, senior sister." Wei Qingling fiddled with the yellow talisman paper on the peach wood sword:
"Actually, we met Zhao Wujiang in that small inn earlier, and I remember it all.
At that time, senior sister, you secretly looked at this person once. "
Yang Miaozhen was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to explain it. The reason she looked at Zhao Wujiang several times in the first place was actually because she was surprised by the clear Qi of Zhao Wujiang, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
She ordered in a cold voice:
"Qing Ling, you are not allowed to mention this matter again."
"But senior sister, you also want to find a Taoist companion, don't you? I think Zhao Wujiang is very good." Wei Qingling muttered.
Yang Miaozhen's red lips rubbed together gently:
"Qing Ling, this is a matter of the Renzong..."
"If you become a Taoist couple and live happily, I will naturally have a share of the merits that come from this marriage."
Wei Qingling flipped the yellow talisman paper and smiled, Di Zong seeks merit. In her opinion, the senior sister and Zhao Wujiang were not just a casual marriage, but a definite Taoist couple.
She only needs a small matchmaking, and she will definitely have a share of the merits of marriage in the end. When the time comes, swallowing the merits will be of great benefit to herself.
Furthermore, she can understand her senior sister's thoughts to some extent.
Threatening Zhao Wujiang with the Taoist curse was actually because he was afraid that Zhao Wujiang would no longer come to see his senior sister. This showed that the senior sister must have some intention towards Zhao Wujiang, at least she would not dislike or abandon him.
As for how much you like her, it's hard to say, but it's better than a forced marriage contract made by the master, right? There is more of a sense of self-care and a sense of fate and providence.
Yang Miaozhen frowned, her face full of sadness.
Wei Qingling sat on the bed and shook her feet:
"No matter how skinny Zhao Wujiang is, at such a young age, he is strong in cultivation, talented, and considerate of his senior sister. Senior sister, you also care about him. I think it would be good to become a Taoist couple."
"We only met twice, how did you know he was talented and could understand me?" Yang Miaozhen retorted with a cold expression on his face, biting his silver teeth.
"Huh?" Wei Qingling tilted her little head:
"Sister, don't you remember?"
