After Dugu Tianqing discussed with Zhao Wujiang, he went to arrange for trustworthy subordinates.

And Zhao Wujiang finally got a rest.

From the first to the third day of the lunar month, the sky was filled with dust and heavy snow.

He wasn't too tired, it was just pity that the horse didn't get a good rest.

He is a contradictory person, a person who is sympathetic to the world and sometimes cold.

He is both righteous and selfish, and has concerns in his heart, so he is sometimes indecisive and sometimes decisive.

There are contradictions in him, just like almost everyone in the world, everyone is contradictory.

As for being flawless or pure in mind, how many people are there in the world?

Some people live in intoxication, while others wander between death in sobriety.

He just sat on an armchair, closed his eyes and fell asleep. His slightly raised head seemed to be questioning the sky.

He dreamed that the war finally broke out, but soon stopped, and peace returned to the world.

He dreamed that the child in Dugu Mingyue's belly was born, and she was a girl.

He smiled in his dream, and his smile was so joyful that he said, "Hello girl, she is his caring little cotton-padded jacket."

He dreamed again that he had finally finished drawing the 108-chapter Yunzhuan Breaking Talismans, and he could use these talismans to get rid of the curse on Xuanyuan Jing.

But he was blocked by countless people and surrounded by enemies. He heard an old and honest voice:

"Child, you shouldn't have saved her!"

How should he choose between the so-called righteousness and selfishness?

He heard many voices in his dream:

"We are doing this for your own good and for the good of Daxia as a whole..."

"This is her fate, and it's also your fate! You can't escape it!"

"That's it, why bother if you do something you know you can't do?"

"You must have a sense of awe as a human being..."

"..."

He didn't have too many answers, just that in his dream, he was dead.

The drunk lives, the sober dies! The drunk lives as a slave, the sober fights and dies!

At the same time, in the sword tomb in Lingnan, south of Wanli Jiangshan, there were countless flying swords hanging in the air, buzzing and trembling.

An old man was also asleep in his dream. In the vast sky and earth, he swung his sword at the statue of the god holding the sky.

"I have a sword that can kill gods in my dreams!"

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The eastern border of Daxia, Yunshui Prefecture, Renzong.

Zhang Lindaozheng, the master of the human sect, and his disciple Yang Miaozhen were sitting on a trestle between the peaks of the human sect. The master and the disciple were chatting.

The clouds seemed to be within reach, gathering and floating among the mountain peaks.

Zhang Lindao was still wearing the shabby Taoist robe, and he didn't look like an immortal at all. He stretched out his hand and asked with a smile:

"Silly disciple, if Master is going to die one day, will you save Master?"

Yang Miaozhen is like a green lotus, without any hesitation:

"meeting."

"Then if you save the master, you will have to face many strong men who are currently difficult to match. Will you save the master?" Zhang Lindao smiled gently and cynically.

"Yes..." Yang Miaozhen didn't hesitate too much.

"You idiot..." Zhang Lindao knocked on Yang Miaozhen's forehead, seemingly reproaching him, but with a gentle smile on his face:

"Then if we save Master, many people will die as a result?"

"Hmm... I will..." Yang Miaozhen had a beautiful face, and the green hair under her Taoist crown was blown by the mountain breeze, and she said seriously:

"You are Miaozhen's master, and you are kind to Miaozhen in raising her up..."

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Lindao waved his hand with a smile, his eyes were far away, and he said sincerely:

"You idiot, you shouldn't save me."

"Am I right not to save the master?" Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes narrowed.

"It's not right, it's all wrong." Zhang Lindao looked to the north in the distance, and seemed to see a sleeping man through the vast snowflakes in the sky. He smiled:

"You are doing the wrong thing if you don't save Master.

And for you to save Master, it was a wrong thing for you to follow your true heart."

"Why are they all wrong?" Yang Miaozhen was puzzled, but she knew that the master's Taoism was profound and he had no clues. This statement must make sense, but she couldn't understand it thoroughly.

Her beautiful eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper:
Chapter completed!