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Imperial City, Hall of Peace and Emperor's Bedroom.

"What? Are you going to Wangzhou?" The empress was originally reading ancient books, but Zhao Wujiang returned and told her about Wangzhou, and asked to go to Wangzhou.

She felt worried, although Zhao Wujiang explained to her the purpose of going to Wangzhou, mainly to compete for the "Formless Prajna Sutra" to enhance her strength or interrupt Xiaoyao King's plan.

"Wangzhou is not far from Kyoto, only more than 600 miles. I can travel by fast horse and reach it in one day." Zhao Wujiang knew the Empress's concerns and added:

"I will take Jia Er San and Jia Yi Jiu to go there. There are also acquaintances from Wangzhou who lead the way, so you don't need to worry."

"I'm not worried about you..." The empress's eyes flashed: "I'm just worried... You're not doing anything well and you're in vain... Sex... Life, let Xuanyuan Yuheng succeed..."

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang nodded and smiled gently, without exposing the empress's thoughts.

"You must bring more people!" The empress felt Zhao Wujiang's burning gaze, and her eyes dodged slightly.

Zhao Wujiang nodded:

"OK!"

"If you lose, you can't compete for the people in the world or Xuanyuan Yuheng, everything depends on your own life safety." The empress said again.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and nodded:

"Don't worry, don't miss me too much."

"I don't know!" The empress raised her eyebrows: "Absolutely not!"

"Then I'll leave." Zhao Wujiang waved his hands freely, put his hands together between his sleeves, and headed towards the outsider of the hall.

The empress sat upright on the chair and watched Zhao Wujiang go away. She knocked on the table:

"A Six!A Seven!"

In the instant in front of her, two figures gathered, and they were still Long Yinwei in a dark blue robe and a sky-blue mask.

However, the blue robe with golden edges embroidered at the cuffs of the Jialiu and Jiaqi.

Long Yinwei, within tens of the character "Ar", all embroidered with gold and water patterns, and is at the level of a second-grade master.

Among the dozens of Dragon Invisal Guards who are qualified to embroider gold and water patterns, there are only five left, namely one, three, six, seven, and nine. The other five great masters died during the reign of the Emperor.

Now only four of the remaining five great masters are in the imperial city, and the rest have escaped into the world and have not returned.

In order to protect Zhao Wujiang's safety, Xuanyuan Jing sent half of the great masters in the imperial city at one time.

"I ordered you to follow Zhao Wujiang to Wangzhou for this trip and protect him secretly!" The empress looked majestic:

"No mistakes are allowed!"

"Yes!" Jialiu and Jiaqi responded respectfully. The next moment, a breeze rose in the room, and only the empress was left.

The empress's eyes flashed, and she knew that Zhao Wujiang went to Wangzhou to compete for the "Prajna Sutra" to stop Xuanyuan Yuheng, part of the reason for her.

Thinking of this, her heart felt warm and she felt extremely worried.

She did not expect Zhao Wujiang to compete for the "Prajna Sutra of the Formless Prajna Sutra", because major sects in the martial arts world gathered together to compete and experts frequently appeared. With the configuration of Zhao Wujiang and his group, it was difficult to compete with those sects.

She simply hoped that Zhao Wujiang would return safely.

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Wind and sand.

The sound of horse hooves and bells.

Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan rode their horses, raised dust and sand, and Jia Er San and Jia Er Si Jiu followed behind.

Gu Nanyuan and Zhao Wujiang were both wearing black robes like ink, but her black robe was embroidered with a peony, while Zhao Wujiang's black robe only had silver-white cloud patterns on the cuffs.

She was seriously injured and leaned in Zhao Wujiang's arms and drove the same horse with Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang and the other four wore masks on their faces, with a bronze color and a square mouth and a straight nose.

Ars 23 and Ars 19 were wearing gray robes, Ars 19 carried a spear, the spear was wrapped in linen, and Ars 23 had a narrow sword.

"Master, do you have weapons too?" Gu Nanyuan's body undulates with the horse's bump. Her black robe occasionally outlines her proud figure. She felt a stick behind her and was pressing her down, as if

It's the hilt of the sword.

Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly:

"have."

"Okay." Gu Nanyuan said lightly, her hair was swept by the wind, and she teased Zhao Wujiang's face with the fragrance.

Her cheeks under her mask were slightly pale and a touch of peace. The breath of Zhao Wujiang made her more and more fascinated for some reason.

"Are you cold?" Zhao Wujiang frowned slightly. They had been riding their horses for nearly three hours and had already left Kyoto for more than 200 miles, getting closer and closer to Wangzhou.

As Wangzhou gets closer, the wind and sand are getting heavier.

"It's okay..." Gu Nanyuan bit her red lips slightly, and she felt the horse's pace slow down.

"Then you hug me tightly." Zhao Wujiang asked Gu Nanyuan to turn around and press him face to face.

Gu Nanyuan turned around obediently, hugged Zhao Wujiang's wide back with both hands, and pressed her cheeks against Zhao Wujiang's chest.

She felt Zhao Wujiang was like a small stove, and her body emitted a scorching breath, which made her feel particularly warm.

Zhao Wujiang shook the reins, the horse sniffed and continued to run.

"Master, have you hidden your weapons on your waist?" Gu Nanyuan was puzzled. She felt that two inches below her lower abdomen were constantly confronted by Zhao Wujiang's weapons. This feeling made her very strange.
Chapter completed!