Jubei City, North Park scenery, backyard.
Zhao Wujiang sat on a stone bench in the small courtyard, admiring the winter plum blossoms and winter snow in the courtyard, and drank hot wine.
Nowadays, Jubei City seems peaceful, but in fact, it has secretly stepped up its final preparations, always preparing for the coming war.
In less than ten days, it will be the beginning of spring and spring will return to the earth.
Both the Prairie Royal Court and the Southern Miao Territory are ethnic groups that respect spring very much. Both ethnic groups even worship the so-called Spring God, just to protect their people and their homeland.
With the arrival of spring, the Snow Wolf, one of the powerful combat forces of the Prairie Royal Court, will be the most powerful time of the year.
And the countless Gu insects in southern Xinjiang will also wake up, and this nation that relies on Gu will become stronger and stronger.
By then, the northern and southern borders of Daxia will face fierce attacks.
The thin ice on the East China Sea will gradually melt, and the Japanese people across the sea will most likely take advantage of this to attack the eastern coast of Daxia.
It's just that the spring war has not yet arrived, but the spring is already full of spring in the wing, and artillery fire is everywhere.
Roaring sounds, gasping sounds, crashing sounds, squeaking sounds, begging for mercy, and sarcastic sounds of competing with each other continued to linger in the side room, and even drifted to the wind and snow courtyard.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled slightly, missing his beauties and his confidant.
The unparalleled charm Su Huayi, the pure and charming Gu Nanyuan, the tight and youthful Li Chanxi, the majestic and arrogant empress in the palace, the ascetic and hot Dongfang Taoist sect. Hot Taoist nun...
There are also various women who have crossed paths with him...
The graceful figure swayed through his mind, and he breathed out a heavy breath of alcohol, feeling a little homesick.
I want to go back to my "home" in Kyoto.
Whether it's the curse on the empress or the heir in Dugu Mingyue's house, others are thousands of miles away, and their worries are also thousands of miles away.
Suddenly, a roar came from the wing, and the sound of studying came.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled. Unexpectedly, Song and Zhang were really learning the Mandarin of the Prairie Royal Court. How could they go to the Land of Wind and Moon to learn dialects?
Even if you can learn it, you will only learn some dirty words that are not commonly used.
The sound in the room was noisy and endless.
"Hurry up? Oh, it turns out this sentence means hurry up."
"Use force? Ah? Does this sentence mean force?"
"Don't use so much force? So the first half of what you said does not mean you don't want to?"
"..."
"What? Why do I feel like you are laughing at me, sister?"
"That's it? What do these words mean? That's it?"
"Huh? That's it?"
"That's it?"
"That's it?"
"That's it?"
The sound in the room suddenly became much louder, even the wind and snow outside were disturbed.
Zhao Wujiang hummed softly, turning a deaf ear to the sounds coming from inside the house. He was carefree and free, as if dancing in the wind and snow.
I saw him shaking the wine bottle with his left hand, and lazily raising his right hand towards the gray sky. In the swirling snowflakes, he put his two fingers together to make a sword gesture, flicking and tapping, hooking and scratching, as if he was sketching. The talisman seems to be mobilizing the sword energy to perform sword skills.
He felt blessed and smiled warmly. After a few breaths, his right hand stopped moving, and a white snow talisman with the vast sword energy as the carrier appeared in the wind and snow, like a snowflake embedded in the boundless void of this place.
Then, this piece of snowflake talisman quietly disappeared little by little, and the invisible sword energy poured down from the sky and the earth, seeming to cut the small courtyard into ashes.
But there was a loud sound and the sword energy was silent. When it reached the snow, a gust of wind blew up. Between the sky and the earth in this small courtyard, countless snowflakes turned into tiny white dots suspended in the air, like particles of dust under the sky. .
Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and made a move, and the fine snow points condensed around him, flying around him like a long dragon in the wind and snow.
The wind and snow filled his robe, making it rustle.
He drank the wine, drank it down his throat, and let out a sigh of relief.
This move that Fulin Xinzhi used, which looked like a talisman and a sword, had power beyond the second level of martial arts.
