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The voices of the disciples in front of the sect gradually became weaker, and then someone chuckled.
A group of Taoist nuns came together, smiling happily.
"You guys, have you ever thought about being chosen by Senior Sister Yang out of the vast crowd, and what kind of marriage the two of you will have?"
"In this way, it is true that Senior Sister Miaozhen has not been attracted to any man for many years. On this trip, she only went to Jianghu and met this man named Zhao from the outer sect. It seems that the relationship is not simple."
"Senior Sister Yang is usually so cold and cold. The man she likes definitely has extraordinary strengths!"
"Oh, according to me, among men in the world, I am afraid that only Zhang Xiaoguo, the Taoist disciple of Tianzong, is worthy of Senior Sister Yang. When Zhang Xiaoguo came to worship the mountain at the beginning of the year, Feng Shen Yulang was really elegant and unparalleled. It is a pity that Tianzong Taoism is ruthless... "
"What if the man named Zhao is also a handsome man?"
"Oh, there are so many men in the world. How many young men are unparalleled in the world? They don't practice Taoism, and their bodies are filled with the smoky air of the world of mortals. How clear, clear and elegant can they be?"
"But I really hope that it is the man surnamed Zhao who comes to pay homage to the mountain this time. You know that Senior Sister Yang is in solitary confinement because of him. If he doesn't come, huh, if I meet him when I go down the mountain, I will have to kill him with a sword. "
"If there is love and righteousness, even if you are not worthy of Senior Sister Yang, you will not be too disappointed..."
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The female Taoist nuns were chattering. Compared to the male disciples, they were more looking forward to seeing the man surnamed Zhao mentioned by the saint.
However, they also knew in their hearts that it was too difficult to be recognized by the elders for being worthy of a saint.
Many of them have pretty faces, but when facing Yang Miaozhen, they feel really ashamed and frustrated from the bottom of their hearts.
"What is love and justice? I think they are false people who have deceived the saint in some way." A voice came from far away. The disciples gathered in front of the sect lowered their voices quickly. Listening to the voice, they knew who it was. The Holy Son Liu Jicang.
Liu Jicang's name was given by the third elder, which means saving the world.
And Liu Jicang was also the apprentice of the third elder. It was the third elder who was pushing for the marriage between the saint son and the saint girl.
Liu Jicang wears a yellow and black Taoist robe, has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly thin lips, and wears a Pisces crown connected from head to tail.
He walked step by step with a cold expression, and the disciples automatically made way for him.
In his heart, he had long regarded the stunning Yang Miaozhen as a forbidden love, and would not allow other men to get involved, so he asked his master to arrange the matter.
Unexpectedly, Yang Miaozhen was a little ignorant. She rejected him many times and even brought out a man named Zhao to prevaricate him in public.
This feeling of being rejected over and over again in public made Liu Jicang feel particularly humiliated. In his opinion, this man named Zhao was nothing more than a fabrication made by Yang Miaozhen to reject him. Even if he existed, could he be compared with himself? ?
Liu Jicang's martial arts cultivation is approaching the mid-stage of a master, and his talent is extremely talented. Apart from Zhang Xiaoguo, the Taoist disciple of Tianzong, is there anyone in Daxia who is more talented than him?
Not only is he powerful in martial arts, but he is also familiar with many Taoist techniques of the Renzong. He is standing on the mountain and down the mountain. Why should the man named Zhao at the foot of the mountain compare with him?
Regardless of martial arts or Taoism, he is full of knowledge and handsome, and he is the holy son of the Taoist sect. Even if he is the heir of a martial arts family, he may not be as noble as him.
He and Yang Miaozhen grew up together in the sect. How could He De, a man named Zhao, come to interfere with his forbidden love?
Liu Jicang looked down at the mist under the steps with gloomy eyes.
You really deserve to die. If you really came here before climbing the mountain, even if the elders disagree, I will crush you to ashes. What kind of identity do you have that you dare to compete with me, Liu Jicang?
Liu Jicang put his hands behind his back. As soon as he spoke out as the holy son of the sect, the other disciples did not dare to say anything. Only a few female disciples who were usually close friends with Yang Miaozhen were a little unhappy and dissatisfied.
There was a faint sound of winter thunder, and someone came through the clouds and mist, climbing up the stairs step by step, and his tall and straight figure caught everyone's eyes.
