Li Chunjun traveled from north to south. Over the past year, he had faced many pursuits, not just from the female monks of the Huaxian Sect.
Cultivation, in addition to being humane and worldly, also involves fighting and killing.
Someone coveted his talent and wanted to recruit him into the sect, but when he refused and disliked the poor treatment, he was sent to hunt him down.
Someone coveted his sword and wanted him to hand it over, but he refused and said he would take it if he had the ability, regardless of how many venerables there were on the other side.
Someone coveted him personally and wanted him to stay, but he refused to stay. He lifted up his trousers and said that good men are everywhere.
Some people just couldn't stand him and wanted to spar with him, but he cut off their desire to spar with him with a sword.
He traveled from north to south, from Tianbao Continent to Nanhe Continent in the southern region of Shenshui River today.
The world is really vast and the girls are really nice.
But the world is vast, and he still feels like he is home nowhere.
The old friends from those days went their separate ways. Some went to the Middle Earth Divine Realm, some went to the Eastern Fairy Realm, and some were still in the Southern Divine Water Realm.
Some people have lost their fighting spirit and choose to live a stable life, while some people still remember it and want revenge.
He, Li Chunjun, is one of the many people who never forget him.
He firmly believes that there will be a response.
He was a little tired and a little drunk, so he fell asleep next to the fire holding his sword.
The fire crackles, and the old friend in the dream remains the same.
It's quiet tonight.
Good night.
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Good night, what sleep?
The hemp can be made vigorously when it slips.
Life is more than just two masses of white snow in front of you, and there is also a wet field.
Zhao Wujiang is an old farmer who works hard, pushing the cart and humming.
Linlang is a female Bodhisattva with a great conscience, sitting on the lotus, humming hummingly.
Life is different, some people are sleeping soundly with their swords in hand, others are sleeping with beautiful women.
Zishi.
Linlang was charming and unparalleled, draped in light gauze, lying in Zhao Wujiang's arms, talking about what she had missed over the past year.
Zhao Wujiang transformed into a storyteller, carefully choosing every word and sentence, adding and subtracting, to describe the journey during this period of time.
The two talked to each other.
Zhao Wujiang told Linlang that he would leave the Qingqiu Fox Clan in a while or even at dawn.
He wanted to go to Tianbaozhou to see the Empress and the others, and then stepped into the secret realm of Daolian to seek opportunities and strive to condense a body of his own.
He also told Linlang to practice hard so that the next time they meet, he would have a chance to eat soft rice.
It would be best for Linlang to become a female supreme and lead him to kill indiscriminately.
Linlang snorted, a little reluctant to see her again, Wujiang was leaving so soon.
But she didn't say anything to persuade him to stay. She knew clearly that Wujiang was carrying a blood feud.
She and Zhao Wujiang looked at each other in silence, the silhouette of autumn water in her eyes, she could only sit on Wujiang's body.
She said that since she was leaving, she had to leave some deeper memories.
Wujiang said that he did not necessarily leave at dawn, but planned for the future.
Linlang acted coquettishly and charmingly, smiled slyly, and said sweetly:
"Let's talk about it later."
Zhao Wujiang sighed, it was over, she had learned from him.
Linlang smiled coquettishly, pulled open the gauze covering her body, and gently pressed Zhao Wujiang with her graceful body.
At dawn, Zhao Wujiang, who had not had a good rest, yawned and stood up with sleepy eyes. The beauty beside him was not there and must have left.
He leaned against the pillow, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching.
He looked up and smiled gently, it turned out to be Linlang.
Linlang was wearing a short pink gauze skirt that barely covered her delicate buttocks. She was holding a wooden ladle in her hand as she walked closer.
She sat on the edge of the bed, handed the wooden ladle to Zhao Wujiang, and whispered softly:
"Thank you for your hard work, Bu Bu."
Inside the wooden ladle is a clear spring filled with small red fruits.
"This is the Xianyang fruit, which can quickly nourish yin and yang." Linlang rolled up her hair, her face full of shyness.
"Am I the one who needs this kind of thing?" Zhao Wujiang snorted and drank it all in one gulp.
He slapped his mouth and replied:
"Why does it taste like wolfberry?"
Linlang watched Zhao Wujiang drink it all in one gulp, her heart felt soft. Zhao Wujiang was at ease with her and had no scruples. She raised a smile at the corner of her mouth:
"After you finish drinking, I'm going to eat some morning eels too, so lie down quickly."
