The thirty-first level of Daolian's secret realm.
Bear Mountain.
The bright moon is in the sky.
On this lotus petal close to the lotus heart, you can see the long-lost bright moonlight.
Zhao Wujiang sat on the bed, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, looking over it over and over, trying to find out how to use the bronze mirror.
He and Xiaobai were in that ancient tomb, and the world turned upside down in the end, but they had a near miss and did not fall into the magma.
After stabilizing their bodies, they returned along the original path and left the ancient tomb.
The initial aura emanating from this bronze mirror was very powerful, the only one Zhao Wujiang had ever seen in his life.
Even the original Divine Demon Sect Wu Dahai and the Qilin Demon Lord who had escaped from the Demon Locking Tower could not compare with the aura emanating from the bronze mirror.
It's just that after the bronze mirror emitted the powerful aura of Youdao Yun, it stopped moving, just like an ordinary small mirror.
Still damaged.
Most of the mirror surface has disappeared, and the remaining mirror surface cannot reflect anything else.
Zhao Wujiang tried to shine on Xiaobai, on the mud, on the sky, on the bright moon, and on himself.
But the remaining lenses of the bronze mirror are gray and do not reflect any light.
Think back to when you stepped into that ancient tomb.
Zhao Wujiang sighed when he saw the stars in the sky above his head, and was shocked when he saw the Big Dipper.
Finally, when the world turned upside down, he fell into the starry sky and discovered that the starry sky was actually a mirror.
The starry sky mirror at that time could faintly reflect his and Xiaobai's figures.
But after the starry sky mirror revealed its true appearance and turned into a small bronze mirror the size of a palm, it exuded nothing more than an extremely powerful aura.
This made Zhao Wujiang sigh.
He knew it was a treasure, or even a broken Taoist weapon as Xiaobai said before.
But it's a bit uncomfortable to not be able to use it.
Guarding the mountains of gold and silver depends on whether you can use them or not.
"Dong dong..."
While Zhao Wujiang was persevering in looking at the bronze mirror, he even thought about whether he should imitate the fantasy novels he had read and identify the master with a drop of blood?
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Zhao Wuyang, are you there?"
Gu Nanyuan's voice came from outside the door.
Gu Nanyuan was careful with his words. Even though this was a relatively quiet and private residence specially arranged by Xiaobai, with no other monks or monsters from Xiong Mountain around, Gu Nanyuan still called Zhao Wujiang Zhao Wuhuang.
Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and waved, and the door was opened.
Gu Nanyuan outside the door smiled sweetly, walked into the room, looked at the furnishings in the room, and snorted playfully:
“It’s much bigger than our room...”
She turned around and closed the door, took off the three swords she carried on her back, and leaned the swords against the door, turning them into sword energy restraints.
Then she happily ran towards Zhao Wujiang.
She threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms, and Zhao Wujiang hugged her gently:
"It's so late, why don't you rest?"
"I miss you." The girl said innocently and sincerely. She hugged Zhao Wujiang's waist and pressed her pretty face against Zhao Wujiang's chest.
Gu Nanyuan has grown up.
This is Zhao Wujiang's most intuitive feeling.
The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl was shy and timid when she spoke. She often lowered her eyebrows and nodded, covered half of her face with black hair, and rarely spoke to others.
After being with him, she talked a lot more. Even when she met his other beauties, the girl would not fight over them or act petty. She would occasionally pout her lips to show a little bit of resentment.
The girl at that time had a slim figure under her black robe.
This is just one year.
The girl's figure became more and more exquisite and graceful. At this time, she was plump, round and soft, pressing tightly against Zhao Wujiang, allowing Zhao Wujiang to intuitively feel his growth.
The two of them hugged each other like this.
In the dead of night, Zhao Wujiang was inevitably a little distracted, but his big hands were still honest.
The girl's pretty face pressed against his chest, and he felt the warmth.
It was the girl's tears that couldn't stop flowing.
She raised her head with tears in her eyes. The heat of the reunion during the day and the suppressed emotions all fermented at night. Her nasal passages were sour and she made a loud sound:
"I thought I would never see you again..."
