Winter is deep and spring is shallow.
Spring is buried in the vast snow, and we have to spend twenty long nights and days in the snow country.
Today is the fifth year of the Apocalypse, Jihai, the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month. It is advisable to break down the houses and destroy the walls.
Entering the capital quickly, enter from the east gate, walk through the long streets of Kyoto, dismount in front of the imperial city, enter the palace with orders, and fly all the way to the Yangxin Hall.
"Jia Nineteen came back to meet Mr. Zhao." Long Yin Guard Jia Nineteen, after a long journey, brought back a letter.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Wujiang pushed him over a cup of hot tea and took the letter with a gentle brow.
He sent Jia Jiujiu to the Renzong to look for Yang Miaozhen, and asked Yang Miaozhen to ask the Taoist priests of the Renzong if there was a way to break the curse. Now a few days later, he finally received a reply.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I will resign first!"
Jia Jiujiu drank the hot tea with a respectful expression, bowed and stepped back, closing the door.
He recalled that when he went to Renzong this time, many people in Renzong looked cold and rejected him thousands of miles away. But when they heard that he was on Zhao Wujiang's order, these people immediately changed their expressions and became enthusiastic and introduced him.
Jia Jiujiu did not expect that although Mr. Zhao was young, he had friends all over the world. Many people from the three sects of Dao Sect admired Mr. Zhao.
He exited the main hall of the Cultivation Heart Hall. There was heavy snowfall outside the hall. He was about to take a rest when his pupils suddenly trembled. He suddenly turned his head and saw a figure that he had not seen for a long time through the wall.
"Are you back?" Jia Jiujiu looked excited. He flew up to the eaves with his feet lightly and looked at the south of the city.
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There is a small heater in the house, warming the green wine.
Xuanyuan Jing went to the Imperial Study Room to deal with the memorial and discuss important matters with some old ministers.
Zhao Wujiang slowly opened Yang Miaozhen's reply letter.
When I open the letter, I see the words as if I have met each other, and I ask for Dong'an.
Wujiang, I say goodbye to my sect, and I feel relieved to know that you are well.
Later, Jun Yao sent a letter expressing his emotion. Fortunately, his master returned to the clan, so he asked him...
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Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he scanned the contents of the letter line by line.
Yang Miaozhen's handwriting is elegant and cool, making it a pleasure to read.
But Zhao Wujiang's smile was slowly fading away, his sword eyebrows were like anger, invisible wind was swirling around him, as if a shocking sword was about to cut through the wind and snow outside the house.
The letter said that the Taoist priest of Renzong spoke frankly and said that Xuanyuan Jing's fate was determined, and he was cursed and his life would be cut off in the late spring of Jiazi.
Can the curse be undone? Solvable! but......
Everything in the world is afraid of a but!
It is not difficult to undo the curse in Xuanyuan Jing's bloodline. You only need to learn one Taoist method in Taoist canon.
Taoism can also be interpreted as profound Taoism, which is extremely difficult to understand, but with Zhao Wujiang's Taoist talent, it is not difficult to understand.
But the point is that undoing this curse will awaken Him from his slumber.
Yes, He!
The letter clearly stated that it was "Him".
I don't even dare to say its name directly, and I can't describe its shape. I can only say "He".
What is "He"? Is it someone? Or an illusory fairy? Or some spirit that has lived for a long time? Ghost? Or an object? magic weapon? Divine weapon?
I can't explain it, so why am I afraid of waking up?
Could it be that the curse was caused by Him?
Zhao Wujiang couldn't understand, but his heart told him that the biggest crisis was not that the illusory and indescribable existence would wake up, but people.
But in the process of lifting the curse, there will be many people who have been watching behind the scenes and will take action to stop Zhao Wujiang!
Those with good intentions may not take action, or they may only take action to stop them without taking their lives, but if they are evil, Zhao Wujiang's life will be in danger.
"Uh..." Zhao Wujiang drank a bottle of green ant wine, and the wine filled his heart with sadness.
The green ant wine is strong and not refined enough, but there is a sense of smoothness in the roughness, and it feels like burning fire when it enters the belly.
Zhao Wujiang placed the letter on the stove and watched the blue and yellow flames devour the gradually shrinking letter. He opened his mouth, but in the end, without making any sound, he slowly leaned back on the chair.
Let the letter burn to ashes, and the sparks will burn your palms.
He didn't let go, and he won't let go!
