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The figure of Zhao Wujiang appeared in Xuanyuan Jing's mind.

These words were said by Zhao Wujiang when he was talking to her.

Zhao Wujiang listed many possibilities and put himself into the forces of the north and south to deduce what might happen.

"We must take the initiative no matter when and where."

Xuanyuan Jing's brows became more majestic and her mind became calmer, just like Zhao Wujiang was standing beside her at this moment, analyzing the situation with her:

"If Southern Xinjiang wants to test it, let's start a fight directly. We can also test their strength.

This battle is to tell people outside of Daxia that Daxia is virtuous and values ​​peace, but it will never be timid and will only defend itself.

What’s more important is to revitalize the morale of our Daxia generals and soldiers, and let the sullen spirit of many years be unleashed on the battlefield, take the enemy’s lead, and spread their blood!”

"Your Majesty is right, just hit him!" Liu Zhe's long silver beard trembled:

"They want to test, huh, let's take action directly to see if they can retreat. If they have the ability, they will take the fight head-on!"

Dugu Yihe nodded:

"indeed so.

We cannot wait until they are ready to attack us, we must take the initiative."

Xuanyuan Jing rubbed his fingers and ordered:

"Without further delay, let's pass on the news immediately and let Xiao Yuanshan prepare before sending troops. But the purpose is not to take over Southern Xinjiang, but to make Southern Xinjiang retreat step by step."

The Miao Territory in the south has been an enemy of Daxia for many years, and its strength is extremely strong. It would be difficult for the whole country to win over the Southern Territory.

"Old minister accepts the order." The Minister of the Ministry of War bowed, his heart agitated.

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The stone steps of the main peak of Renzong.

Zhao Wujiang and Yang Miaozhen walked hand in hand, their clothes fluttering, and he was about to embark on his return journey.

The two walked down the steps and looked at the water not far away.

Yang Miaozhen frowned slightly and bit her red lips gently. She had a thousand words to say, but under her reserve and coldness, she could not express her reluctance in the end.

Zhao Wujiang was delicate and bold. He directly put his arms around Yang Miaozhen's waist, hugged her into his arms, and said with a gentle smile:

"I feel a little reluctant to let you go, what should I do?"

"Then...how do I...know..." Yang Miaozhen hesitated with her pretty face rosy.

Zhao Wujiang didn't talk nonsense. He brought his cheeks close to each other and kissed Yang Miaozhen's red lips, which were moist and fragrant.

Yang Miaozhen grunted, not struggling, and responded shyly.

After a long moment of tenderness, their lips parted. Zhao Wujiang touched Yang Miaozhen's beautiful cheek and turned around with a smile:

"If it weren't for those old men above watching me, I would have to practice double cultivation a few times before leaving."

Yang Miaozhen's cheeks were stained with red clouds, and her silver teeth were grinding her red lips. She stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang's free and gentle back.

Walking on the water, Zhao Wujiang walked away along the water and disappeared into the mist.

Yang Miaozhen didn't look away for a long time. It would probably take some time before we see each other again.

She sighed slightly, and her Taoist robe was blown by the wind, outlining her graceful body as steep and exquisite as a mountain.

"I really can't bear to leave, so I'll catch up and have a look." A slightly cynical voice sounded from the bank of the water.

Yang Miaozhen listened to this familiar voice and looked sideways. He saw a Taoist wearing an old dark blue robe.

The Taoist's beard and hair were a little messy. He was holding a tattered oil-paper umbrella in his hand and a compass hanging on his waist.

"Master?" Yang Miaozhen was happy but confused, why did the master come back at this time?

The leader of the human sect and the divine fortune teller Zhang Lindao.

"Hey, you stupid disciple still recognizes Master? Master still thinks that all your young girl Huaichun has eyes for is Zhao Wujiang?" Zhang Lindao's straw shoes were stained with water. He was jumping up and down, trying to step on the water on his hay shoes.

He jumped and joked:

"That boy looks so cool when he steps on the water. Master, I don't have that skill."

"Master!" Yang Miaozhen said angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to the sect." The old Taoist yawned, with a sleepy look on his face, and walked up the stairs with an oil-paper umbrella behind his hands, and said leisurely:

"I see that his boy's hall is darkened, and he is afraid of a bloody disaster.

But life and death are fate, wealth and honor are...I...

Well, as expected of me..."

Listening to the old Taoist's blabbering words, Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes suddenly trembled, a bloody disaster?

She quickly followed the footsteps of the old Taoist and asked:
Chapter completed!