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The breeze in the valley is gentle and there is no winter chill.
The old Taoist's white eyebrows trembled:
“Zhao Wujiang will not come back.
He is not a member of the three sects of Taoism. He practices martial arts but not Taoism. He has a different path.
Your relationship with him is shallow, why should you stick to it for him? "
"Great Elder, doesn't the Human Sect pay attention to the world and talk about the seven emotions and the six desires?" The beautiful Taoist nun has a cold temperament and said in a faint tone:
"Why can't he become a Taoist couple with Miaozhen since he is not a member of the Taoist sect?"
The old Taoist said in a deep voice:
"You are a saint, not an ordinary Taoist disciple..."
"Miaozhen understands..." The beautiful Taoist nun lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, a little dim:
"Then Miaozhen will no longer be a saint."
The old Taoist frowned, a little angry, and sighed:
"There are so many ruthless men in the world. Why bother for a man who is very likely to betray you?"
"He will definitely come!" The beautiful Taoist nun did not look back and said firmly:
"How could he..." The old Taoist's white eyebrows fluttered, and he did not agree with Yang Miao's firmness. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes quietly condensed and he looked towards the outside of the sect:
"Is someone coming to pay homage to the mountain?"
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The water rippled, and Zhao Wujiang stepped onto the rocks.
This time he came to Renzong not because he wanted to see the beautiful Taoist nun, but more because he wanted to get rid of the "Tao curse" on him.
He is not a member of the Taoist sect, so he doesn't know how powerful the "Taoist Curse" is. The only way to feel at ease is to remove it.
What's more, with his current strength, even if there are no heaven-level experts, few people will be able to keep him or make him unable to fight back.
He is dressed in black like ink, wearing a peach wood hairpin on his head, and a bronze mask with a square mouth and a straight nose on his face, looking at the long bluestone steps in the distance.
The stone steps spread to the clouds and mist in the mountains. He climbed up the stairs slowly and hurriedly. Every time he took a step, there was a sound of tapping rocks.
This sound is made by people outside the sect when they climb mountains, signaling that someone is visiting the sect.
Depending on the aura of cultivation that the visitor exudes, the sound produced by each step is different.
Zhao Wujiang's Feng Shen Yulang was as gentle as the wind. Step by step, his voice was like the tapping of rocks. Until he reached a hundred steps, the tapping of rocks suddenly changed, as if there was a faint thunder that was about to disperse the clouds and mist in the mountains.
In front of the main gate of the Ren Sect's main peak, many disciples gathered together, looking laughing and chatting. It had been a long time since anyone had visited the mountain. The last time was the visit from the other two sects of the Tao Sect nearly a year ago.
Who is coming is unknown.
The disciples of Renzong were talking a lot.
"Do you think the person coming here is the man named Zhao that the saint mentioned?"
"I think it's possible. The man named Zhao is from outside the sect. Although he practices martial arts rather than Taoism, he must be so valued and remembered by the saint, and even mentioned in public. He must have extraordinary charm and at least courage. He should be some."
"Too..."
"I just don't know what is so special about him that allows the saint to refute the opinions of many elders."
"Is it possible that he is the heir to some aristocratic family in the world, or a member of the Great Xia royal family? Or is he a top expert with a cultivation level as high as the second level?"
"I think the appearance should be extraordinary, at least not inferior to that of the Holy Son, right?"
"Handsomeness is just skin deep. Saints usually like poetry and songs. The man surnamed Zhao from our sect probably has considerable talent, which is why he is so attracted to saints."
"It's a pity. I originally thought that the saint and the saint should be a match made in heaven."
"Hahaha, there is something wrong with your thinking. Taoism is natural. Why should a saint like a man from another sect?"
"Then...then...maybe...he can abandon the near in favor of the far away. It seems that this man from the outer sect is not simple."
"It should be really good, but it's a pity that you and I will never be able to catch the eyes of the saint."
The original noise suddenly weakened, and someone said something that touched the hearts of many people.
In their hearts, Yang Miaozhen was a being who was comparable to a heavenly being. He had a cold demeanor and an extremely beautiful appearance. However, he fell in love with people from other sects, which made them sigh a little.
They were envious, jealous and even slightly resentful of the man from outside the sect whom they had never met before.
Of course, if they were to change the object of the Saint's love for themselves, they would be ashamed of themselves, but it wouldn't be a bad thing.
But this can only be thought about, it is not possible.
