The horses stirred up dust, and the horse bells rang in the mountains and forests.

In late winter and close to spring, before the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, there is greenery in these marshes in Yunshui Prefecture.

The aquatic plants are luxuriant and swimming fish can be faintly seen.

It will still be cold tomorrow, but there is a springlike vitality in the water. It seems that vitality always appears inadvertently.

In other words, the quiet emergence of vitality is always ignored by people.

Just like this swamp near Renzong, the surrounding mountains and forests are sparsely populated. If the visitors hadn't stopped to drink water, how could they have noticed that the water was full of life?

Zhao Wujiang played with the white hair on the horse's little red head and looked at the high mountains and towering peaks on the other side of the swamp.

He smiled gently and became as gentle as jade. He was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had a bookish look on his face.

If he carries his bookcase again, anyone will think of him as a scholar on a study tour.

He patted Xiaohong's head gently and said with a smile:

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

Immediately, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Xiao Hong buried his head in drinking water, and a row of ripples appeared in the water. Its horse eyes as big as copper bells were wide open. Just now, it saw the reflection in the water. The shadow of its owner Zhao Wujiang swayed slightly and became extremely blurry.

It seemed like the shadows were moving out of two layers.

Just like, Zhao Wujiang is not just Zhao Wujiang.

Xiao Hong snorted and raised her head to look at her master who was already standing under the Renzong Peak in the distance and was about to climb up the stairs. His figure was still so tall and clear.

It felt that it might have seen it wrong just now. In the words of Snow Wolf Xiaobai, it was oooooooooooooo.

Ah? You want to ask it what does this mean?

How does it know? It's a horse! What can it know?

People have their say, horses have their howls, and wolves have their howls. You should ask Snow Wolf Xiaobai what he has to say.

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It said that Zhao Wujiang is a mystery.

It said that there is a key point in Zhao Wujiang that many people ignore.

It said that it turned out that like Zhao Wujiang, it was destined to be abandoned.

It lay lying outside the king's tent in the Jade Tent Palace, looking at the gorgeous colorful tents at the foot of Tianshan Mountain and the colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

There were cries and quarrels in the king's tent. The little princess Guli Keli was arguing with Guhan, the king of the jade tent, and she was out of breath from crying.

Snow Wolf Xiaobai is a wolf, a wolf that can understand human speech.

It's just that in this world, it seems that except for Zhao Wujiang, the Wolf God and the big maroon horse, no other life can understand what it is saying.

It heard Gu Han tell the little princess seriously and with regret:

"Xiaobai doesn't have the power to awaken the Wolf God, so it's not worth it."

The little princess asked where Zhao Wujiang was?

Gu Han said that Zhao Wujiang's fate was determined.

The little princess sobbed and said that Zhao Wujiang could obviously do it.

Gu Han remained silent for a long time before he let out a sigh.

Xiaobai was lying outside the king's tent, his gray-black eyes flickering. He knew very well that when Guhan, the king of the Jade Tent, said it wasn't worth it, that was actually what the Wolf God meant.

Because if it is not awakened, it will have no value. If it has no value, it will have no vitality. If it has no vitality, it will be abandoned.

This point is different from Zhao Wujiang who is about to be abandoned. Zhao Wujiang is valuable, too valuable.

But because it is too valuable, it is not allowed to live.

Xiaobai didn't know what was going on in this world. After Zhao Wujiang left, he heard some people revealing the truth during quarrels for several nights, and he felt a little sad and pitiful.

No wonder some people look at Zhao Wujiang with pity.

But no one thought it was pitiful, except the little princess.

After all, Xiaobai is a wolf.

The little white wolf hunched its ears, a little unhappy, but soon it stood up, the cold blew its snow-white hair, it whined, turned back and took a deep look at the king's tent, and decided to leave this place where it was born and raised.

its place.
Chapter completed!