Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers.
When Xie Bian said these words, he should obviously have guessed that he was going to Daolian Secret Realm and got exactly what he wanted.
Everyone is smart, so he was not surprised that Xie Bian could figure it out.
Xie Bian could tell that he was now in a state of soul, and he could use this to deduce that his previous body should be dead or no longer usable, and further deduce that he needed a new body.
And the direction he went to via Youdu was also the direction of Tianbaozhou.
Combining the two, it is not too difficult to deduce that he needs to step into the secret realm of Daolian to seek opportunities to build a lotus body.
The wooden ladle that Xie Bian took out now could scoop up a ladle of Wangchuan water that was of great use to him, which really made him excited.
Moreover, Xie Bi'an spoke very well. He did not give the wooden scoop after the matter was completed, but regardless of whether the matter was successful or not, the wooden scoop belonged to him in the end, Zhao Wujiang.
It can be said that it gives enough sincerity and bargaining chips.
Zhao Wujiang has now reached the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm. According to his speculations and occasional perceptions, Xie Bian is at least a strong person in the Venerable Realm.
As for how many tribulations the Venerable has survived, I don’t know.
Although he is definitely no match for Xie Bian, he has the secret treasure of the Divine Whip and the magical power of the Demon God.
The most important thing is that he also has the life-saving means given by Qilin Demon Lord.
No matter how strong Xie Bian is, he can't be stronger than the Qilin Demon Lord, right?
Zhao Wujiang, who has a strong ability to protect himself, quickly weighed the pros and cons and glanced at the scholar Dong Ning who was full of hopes and requests. He calmly stretched out his hand and took the wooden ladle placed on the table.
As soon as he took the wooden scoop, he felt his soul tremble and feel refreshed. It was obvious that the aura attached to the wooden scoop was of great benefit to his soul.
As for the remaining aura attached to it, it is no surprise that it is the so-called water of the River of Forgetfulness.
He took the wooden ladle and agreed to Xie Bian.
Xie Bian smiled gently and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was too rare for him to meet a man who claimed to be Zhao Wuhuang. He had to seize the opportunity to have a greater chance of helping scholar Dong Ning find the remnant soul of his deceased wife.
Once I miss Zhao Wuyan, I don't know when I will encounter a similar rootless soul next time.
Maybe by then, it will be too late.
Scholar Dong Ning bowed deeply and looked a little excited.
The girl Xie Chensu glanced at Zhao Wuxu and snorted slightly, but her eyes were obviously much kinder. It was obvious that Zhao Wuxu agreed to help, which made her have a better impression of him.
"Thank you, brother, what should I do now?" Zhao Wujiang said in a calm tone. Since he decided to help, he had to understand clearly.
"Dong Ning, show the portrait to little brother Wu Hao." Xie Bian ordered.
Scholar Dong Ning nodded quickly. This ordinary-looking man with a bookish air showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, and carefully unfolded the scroll hanging around his neck.
In the scroll, there is a girl with a delicate appearance and beautiful eyebrows, wearing a pink and white dress, standing under a peach tree.
The girl has a smile on her face and her head slightly raised, like a proud little phoenix. I don't know if she is quite satisfied with her beauty, or she is immersed in the love between herself and the painter.
When Zhao Wujiang saw the familiar-looking girl in the painting, his eyes trembled for a moment, and he suddenly looked sideways at Xie Chensu, who was unaware of it.
Except for her clothes, the girl in the painting is exactly the same as Xie Bian's daughter Xie Chensu, both in expression and appearance.
But Xie Chensu looked at the picture scroll girl as if he were looking at a strange woman, without any unnecessary changes in her expression or movements.
Xie Chensu's senior brother Ye Qianchun never said a word from beginning to end.
The scholar Dong Ning looked at the scroll girl with tenderness and nostalgia, but when he looked at Xie Chensu who looked exactly the same, there was no affection at all, only politeness and respect.
How is this going?
Zhao Wujiang asked Xie Bian with his eyes.
Xie Bian looked confused and looked back at Zhao Wujiang:
"It's okay, little brother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
