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It was snowing all over the sky.

Since entering the cold winter, Kyoto seems to have become a country of wind and snow, with a vast vast area of ​​whiteness.

Zhao Wujiang pushed the door open and entered, Xuanyuan Jing sat next to the stove, reading poetry and books casually with his bare hands.

Seeing that Zhao Wujiang was a little slouched, Xuanyuan Jing frowned:

"Where have you gone?"

"Daily care for thousands of girls!" Zhao Wujiang gently hammered the stinging waist and sat beside Xuanyuan Jing.

Although he has an immortal golden body, Su Huayi and Gu Nanyuan are also real martial arts powerhouses. They are both of the fourth-level cultivation level. Su Huayi is about to enter the third-level, and her body is far stronger than that of an average delicate woman.

Moreover, Su Huayi has the secret technique of Hehuan Sect to protect her body, and Gu Nanyuan is also the body of a sword furnace. How many swords can pierce the sword furnace? Most of them will be melted by the hot and scorching heat in the sword furnace?

Xuanyuan Jing put down the ancient books and said seriously:

"You have a good rest in the near future. I can handle political affairs by myself, so you don't need to share my worries."

It’s not what you think is a big deal... Zhao Wujiang didn’t explain, just said lightly:

"I want to go to the rivers and lakes again and go to the Daomen Sect Mountain Gate."

"So anxious?" Xuanyuan Jing frowned slightly.

"Not an rush..." Zhao Wujiang didn't know how to explain the middle-level mantra of his body. If it was not lifted, he would be in danger of life. He sighed and then smiled gently:

"I'm afraid that after the New Year, I won't have time to go..."

After the Chinese New Year, the spring of Jiazi will come and war will begin.

"Yes." Xuanyuan Jing's beautiful eyes flashed, and he just nodded slightly.

"By the way." Zhao Wujiang took out a nanmu box, put it on the table, and pushed it towards Xuanyuan Jing:

"I bought it for you."

Xuanyuan Jing glanced at the exquisite wooden box:

"What?"

"Scarf." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly. This is a delicate and beautiful scarf that he liked when he was shopping with Li Chanxi today.

"Go." Xuanyuan Jing wrapped his hands around his chest and glanced at Mu Bo again, as if he didn't care, but his tone was Microsoft:

"I don't need this thing."

Zhao Wujiang ignored the arrogant empress, but opened the wooden box, took out the purple scarf made of soft velvet inside, stood up, and put it directly on the empress's neck.

Xuanyuan Jing exclaimed, staring at Zhao Wujiang who was smiling:

"Do you want to strangle me to death?"

Zhao Wujiang moved the scarf for her, and his movements were gentle.

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes softened, soft and fleeting, and he said indifferently:

"good."

"Don't get infected with the cold again." Zhao Wujiang joked.

Xuanyuan Jing frowned and turned his face to the side:

"I don't know!"

"I will feel distressed, really." Zhao Wujiang expressed his heart.

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes trembled, and hesitated:

"You...I..."

She felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to tell Zhao Wujiang some truth, but when she said that, she swallowed it all.

Her eyes were soft and she said in a urn:

"Come back early on this trip."

"Okay." Zhao Wujiang nodded gently.

Although his cultivation has reached the level of a great master, he has three peerless martial arts such as Vajra Indestruction, Star-absorbing Technique, Formless Prajna, and the divine weapon that can be transformed into Fengxiu.

However, he was not able to do anything recklessly with the Renzong.

Out of his admiration and respect for Taoism and Taoism, he knew that the three Taoist sects in the world today must be hidden and possessed many masters.

When he travels to Renzong, he may feel disappointed.

The predecessors of the Renzong Sect disagree that he and Yang Miaozhen are together as Taoist partners, which would be a troublesome thing. Maybe Yang Mianzhen would not lift the Taoist mantra for him and let him die.

But once the seniors of the Renzong sect agree to the Taoist couple, it is also a trouble for him. He has too much debt to be romantic, and it is false to say that he is not guilty.

If a great responsibility is given to this person, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, and lose his body...

He is already exhausted and his body is empty. Is he going to have to work hard now?
Chapter completed!