While Li Chunjun was thinking, he felt Zhang Delu's eyes lingering on him for a moment.
He turned around suddenly and met Zhang Delu's eyes.
The two looked at each other. Zhang Delu, with a clear face and kind eyes, was slightly startled.
Li Chunjun rolled his eyes, clenched his fist with his right hand, and lightly punched his heart twice, then pointed his right hand at Zhang Delu, smiling evilly and friendly.
Zhang Delu was confused.
Li Chunjun nodded enigmatically, turned his head, and turned into a cold swordsman holding a long sword.
What he did just now was taught to him by Zhao Wujiang, who said it was an ancient way of saying hello. Anyone can use it when there is no hostility.
The meaning is probably that as brothers, in my heart, I think highly of you.
If the other party is a female nun, it probably means sisters, showing affection with each other and chirping.
Of course, he didn't know what Jiu Mi meant, and Zhao Wujiang didn't explain much, but he guessed that it was probably a code word for communication between female cultivators.
He had to sigh, Zhao Wujiang was indeed Zhao Wujiang, he had such a deep understanding of women, he even knew this.
Zhang Delu's expression darkened. Li Chunjun's actions just now seemed to be warning him, asking him to be careful, lest he be beaten to death with two punches.
Could it be that Li Chunjun, the swordsman, discovered some clues? Zhang Delu thought for a moment and nodded slowly.
Sure enough, his previous guess was correct. Li Chunjun, a swordsman, looked a bit dull and old-fashioned, but in fact he was as wise as a fool and restrained in mind. Just like Li Chunjun's sword, it was very skillful but not very skillful.
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It was getting dark, the rain stopped, and Zhao Wujiang was lost.
He stood in the darkness, the sky and the earth were pitch black, only a faint dark red light flickered on the horizon.
But he didn't know why, he didn't feel panic at all and was extremely calm.
There were strange rustling sounds in the dark night, and countless sounds of stepping on the soft mud.
A strange figure of Dawson kept approaching him.
As we got closer, we saw a strange and wraith-like mass of zombies in the sky.
There are people, some beasts, some demons, some missing arms and legs, and some with intact bodies, but they all look dull.
The last time Zhao Wujiang encountered something strange in the dark night was the last time.
However, due to the influence of inner demons at that time, he was not able to fully experience the strange creatures in the dark night.
He always felt that these strange creatures were somewhat like Youdu's obsession.
And some of the rules in Daolian's secret realm seem to be inextricably related to Youdu.
It's just that these weird creatures are very different from the ghosts in Youdu. The most obvious difference is that the heads or hearts of these weird creatures are flashing with a faint pink light, and they have something in their bodies that can help monks cross Daolian Heaven in Daolian Secret Realm. Replenishing spiritual stone.
The strange creatures gradually surrounded Zhao Wujiang, and when they were three feet away from Zhao Wujiang, another sound of a horse neighing sounded in the darkness.
"Hissing..."
A big bay-red horse knocked through the strange creatures that looked like corpses, stepped out of the way, and came to Zhao Wujiang's place three feet away. However, the horse's hooves hesitated and seemed to be afraid to approach.
Zhao Wujiang saw this horse that looked exactly like Xiaohong again.
The horse's neighing several times helped him regain his consciousness.
This time, he did not turn around and leave, but tried to whisper:
"Xiaohong..."
The big bay-red horse responded with a "neigh" and moved its cheerful hooves towards him.
Zhao Wujiang gently stroked the horse's long and narrow face, and the touch felt a bit unreal.
He felt the breath carefully and found that it was somewhat different from his horse Xiaohong. This was not Xiaohong.
But he smiled gently:
"You look a lot like one of my former companions."
Xiaohong once accompanied him on his travels here and there. He was no longer a simple mount, but more like a companion on a lonely journey.
The big maroon horse neighed, lowered its head slightly, and knelt on one knee, indicating that it wanted to carry Zhao Wujiang for a ride.
Zhao Wujiang nodded and got on his horse.
The horse neighed and moved its hooves, carrying Zhao Wujiang into the night.
At this moment, Zhao Wujiang seemed to have returned to the past, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, galloping across the world.
