Zhao Wujiang took Qing'er's icy jade hand and came to the house.
Stepping into the house, Zhao Wujiang met Jing'er's glare.
He looked at Xiao Nianxia who was sleeping soundly and Dugu Mingyue who was sleeping with her eyes closed, and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Even if you are not afraid of being heard by others, aren't you afraid of waking up the two mothers?" Jing'er lowered her voice and glared at Zhao Wujiang fiercely again.
"Ahem..." Zhao Wujiang motioned to Qing'er to take a rest. He was running all the way and was frightened. He must have been exhausted both physically and mentally.
Qing'er brought over a chair. She placed the chair directly next to the bed, then sat on the chair, holding the sword with both arms, and closed her eyes in this posture.
Zhao Wujiang gently pulled out the sword from Qing'er's arms. Qing'er opened his eyes for a moment and frowned.
Zhao Wujiang said with pity:
"Go to sleep, I'm here, you don't have to sleep with your sword in your arms."
"It's you I'm guarding against." Qing'er's tone was quite resentful, and she snarled angrily, but she didn't go to take back the sword.
"Uh, cough...it's my fault, it's my fault..." Xiao Zhao humbly, submissive online, Zhao Wujiang smiled bitterly.
Xuanyuan Jing also laid Dugu Mingyue down on his back. Several people in the room were speechless. It was quiet and peaceful at dusk.
Wait until the three of them fall asleep.
Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing just walked out of the dormitory and looked at each other, both seeing that the other had a lot to say.
The two of them sat under the eaves, looking at the thin yellow sky in the distance, Xuanyuan Jing asked:
"Has the matter been resolved properly?"
"Not bad." Zhao Wujiang put his hand into Xuanyuan Jing's snow-white mink fur to keep warm, shaking his legs slightly.
"What are the plans for the future?" Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were a little worried. She didn't know what happened specifically, but through some brief descriptions of Qing'er and Dugu Mingyue when they returned, she probably knew the strength of the opponents Zhao Wujiang encountered this time. Monstrous, far better than before.
"My wife and children are on the hot bed..." Zhao Wujiang chuckled and leaned his head on Xuanyuan Jing's shoulder:
"Day after day."
"That's really good..." Xuanyuan Jing pursed his lips.
"Yes." Zhao Wujiang agreed, with a faint look in his eyes:
"but...
I decided to pick up the pace a bit.
I have to take power, even if I don't need it. "
"You are much more determined this time than the past few days." Xuanyuan Jing hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly.
"Jing'er, you know, this time, I have thought through some things clearly." Zhao Wujiang said with emotion:
“Many people say that the past is fixed and cannot be changed, but the present can change the future.
But my future is in the past, can it still be changed?
It seems contradictory.
But there is one thing I see through.
The future is the response to everything we do now.
The more power I have, the more strength I have, the more chance I have of winning when the future comes. "
Zhao Wujiang leaned on Jing'er's shoulder, their faces touching each other. He paused and then said:
“This time, people on my side took action one after another, and people on the hostile side also took action.
This is a trial, but also a tacit understanding.
No matter what happens in the future, it must be a response to everything we do now.
They all want to increase their chances of winning in this game.
And I am in the game, even if I am one of the people blowing the horn, I should try to increase my chances of winning.
Therefore, I can’t wait, I can’t wait for the future to come, I have to face it myself. "
"So what are you going to do?" Jing'er asked softly.
Zhao Wujiang suddenly laughed evilly:
"Just do it outside. If you don't do it in one day, then every three... Hey... Why are you pulling on me?"
"Always suddenly out of shape." Xuanyuan Jing rolled his eyes at Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly and returned to normal, and said seriously:
"You want power, you want strength, you want to have your own way."
"Tao? Supreme Road?" Xuanyuan Jing was confused.
"Well...yes, that's not right either." Zhao Wujiang looked as cautious as a normal person and whispered in Xuanyuan Jing's ear:
“You can understand it as the unity of knowledge and action.”
