Zhao Wujiang's scholar's shirt was a little white, and he was gentle and elegant. He smiled again and said seriously:
"Thank you, senior."
The divine fortune teller’s eyes flashed:
"Li Chunjun has stopped the Ni Bodhisattva for you.
You will have more time to get rid of the curse on Xuanyuan Jing. When the time comes, you can bring her and the people you want to take away to Renzong.
I will protect them on their deathbed and finally take them out of this world.
Is there anything else you want to know? As long as I can tell you, I, Zhang Lin, will tell you everything. "
"No more." Zhao Wujiang looked calm, spread his hands, and said with a smile:
“I know everything I need to know, and I can deduce the rest.
The next step is nothing more than risking one's life.
Let’s see if they can kill me, Zhao Wujiang, or if I can kill theirs.
Destiny is like a thread, you should be a rock! "
Fate is intertwined and unpredictable like messy lines. I will be like a rock, unswerving and face the fierce attack of fate.
"Zhao Wujiang..." The fortune teller sighed. The more calm Zhao Wujiang was, the less calm he, Zhang Lindao, became.
Zhao Wujiang stood up and waved, cupping his fists and cupping his hands, and smiled gently:
"I have to go home."
The divine fortune teller's eyes were dim and he lowered his head slightly, staring at the increasingly weak flames on the oil lamp. The talismans covering the back hall began to fall off and scatter in the air.
Zhao Wujiang turned around and left, his posture still upright and without any sign of dejection.
Walking out of the back hall, he immediately saw Yang Miaozhen, who had never appeared before in the crowd.
Yang Miaozhen is still the same beautiful Taoist nun, her graceful figure cannot be concealed even in a wide robe, and her cheeks are exquisite.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang walking out of the back hall, Yang Miaozhen quickly greeted him and said with concern:
"Wujiang, are you...are you okay?"
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, just stroked Yang Miaozhen's green hair, and shook his head:
"Put it down, it's okay."
Yang Miaozhen clutched Zhao Wujiang's sleeves tightly, her brows furrowed, her long autumn eyes filled with mist, and she said in a trembling voice:
"Boundless..."
Zhao Wujiang put his arms around Yang Miaozhen's waist, kissed her forehead gently, then smiled and pinched her cheek, and her whole body disappeared into the Renzong Hall like wind.
Yang Miaozhen stared blankly at her hand grasping Zhao Wujiang's robe, and for no apparent reason, the tip of her nose suddenly became sore.
She looked out of the hall in a daze, her eyes filled with moisture.
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Mountain forest, lingering breeze.
Zhao Wujiang appeared next to the horse Xiaohong and got on the horse.
He was sitting on the horse, his back swaying, looking particularly free and easy.
He picked up the wine gourd hanging next to the saddle, opened the stopper and poured it down. The smell of wine entered his stomach and made him feel sad.
He chuckled, patted the white hair on Xiaohong's head, and said with a smile:
"Xiaohong Xiaohong, you are going to die, why are you not nervous at all?"
The horse Xiaohong was confused, but soon snorted. It wanted to say that the horse was dead and it was holding it in the air, let alone killing its iron legs and floating in the water. It was simply a fantasy.
"Yes."
Zhao Wujiang nodded:
"Scoff!
Well, as expected of me, Zhao Wujiang’s horse!
Come on, let's go home. "
He was a little homesick, missing his home in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto and missing the empress at home.
He also wanted to share his energy with the Empress and give her life, and he also wanted to give more love to the other sisters...
Well, he was actually just greedy for their bodies, that's all, and that's not all...
The wind kept blowing on the way home.
He galloped on his horse, faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Kyoto.
