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Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan walked out of the vast white fog and quickly walked through the bamboo forest. Soon after, they returned to the back of the main hall of Putuo Temple.

He held Gu Nanyuan's hand and walked through the gate of the back hall, and welcomed the eyes of many people.

Zhao Wujiang discovered that there were more people in Putuo Temple than when he came, and they were all entrenched in the hall and confronted Master Kuzhu.

When Master Kuzhu saw Zhao Wujiang and his two returned, his expression was dull and responded to Zhao Wujiang and his two salutations.

The man in green clothes and Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, and others looked puzzled. Most of the people who went to the back mountain camped in front of the tombs of the monks who swept the floor, waiting for their seniors to arrive. There were never any people who returned in a short time like Zhao Wujiang and others.

When Jia Er San and Jia Yijiu saw Zhao Wujiang return, they were relieved and quickly met him.

Zhao Wujiang wore a bronze face, his voice was dull, and he ordered:

"Let's go..."

Jia 23 and Jia 19 said that they were standing respectfully behind Zhao Wujiang and followed Zhao Wujiang's pace.

Many of the people present breathed a sigh of relief, including the man in blue clothes and others.

They knew that the two men with gray robe had the lowest cultivation level and were both masters, and were even given a gift from Master Kuzhu. They became even more curious about Zhao Wujiang, who was in charge and were speculating on Zhao Wujiang's identity.

In their unified perception, Zhao Wujiang's identity is absolutely powerful, and it is very likely that he is a sweet son in the hidden family, etc. Once Zhao Wujiang wants to start a fight, he will undoubtedly be a great enemy.

Now that Zhao Wujiang has left, they naturally have one big enemy missing during their battle.

Zhao Wujiang came outside Putuo Temple, turned over the horse, and Gu Nanyuan sat opposite him and hugged him.

The four of them rode their horses and ran towards Kyoto.

Zhao Wujiang's purpose of this trip has been achieved. He has obtained secret books. Although he has no mental method, he has stopped King Xiaoyao and left a gift for King Xiaoyao.

He believed that this gift would definitely be unforgettable to King Xiaoyao for his life.

The sound of horse hooves and bells.

Gu Nanyuan didn't feel any abnormality at first, but as the horse bumped, she felt Zhao Wujiang's hidden weapons constantly pushing under her lower abdomen as the bumped amplitude.

This made her wonder, but she didn't ask, but her cheeks were pressed against Zhao Wujiang's chest, and her face was soft.

"Young Master in front, please stay."

Suddenly, a horse ran over, and an old man in a gray robe sat on the horse's back.

Zhao Wujiang pulled the reins, the horse whistled and slowly stamped his feet. His face was dissatisfied. He was running happily and was stopped. He would be unhappy with any horse. He sniffed hard and signaled that the old man would say something quickly.

The old man seemed to understand the horse's sign, and he clasped his fists at Zhao Wujiang with a gentle face:

"This young master, my saint will ask you for a talk.

Just in the small pavilion in front of you, please give me a look.”

"If you don't go, I'm not a person from the world. This time I first entered the world, I don't know any saints." Zhao Wujiang clearly refused. He just wanted to return to Beijing soon.

"Please give me a look!" The old man with gray and white robe narrowed his eyes slightly, still kind, repeating the words just now, but Zhao Wujiang felt a vast aura locking him.

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows and the old man in front of him was actually a powerful master.

Jia Er San and Jia Ye Jiu Jian came forward and stared at the old man in white robe.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes contained a cold light: "Get out of here!"

"Young master, my saint invited me, but it's something that many heroes in the world dream of, don't you know how to lift me up." The old man blew a whistle, and three more big horses came, and there were three men wearing gray and white robes on the back of the horse, some of which were already middle-aged.

The next moment, the powerful aura of the four masters surrounded Zhao Wujiang and the others.

"Is it because my family is born ugly and unbearable to the young master at first sight?"

Immediately afterwards, a soft and soft voice sounded.

Zhao Wujiang looked in the voice and saw a big red horse carrying a woman in white clothes that was better than snow, stepping slowly.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall and was tied up by a red pink silk scarf, hanging down and putting it on her chest. As the horse bumped, the woman's proud romance and moon were also shaking.

As he got closer, Zhao Wujiang saw the woman's face clearly, her moist red lips, her upright and elegant nose, especially her pair of peach blossom eyes, as if she was always filled with autumn water.

"The girl is very beautiful. Since you and I have met, there is still something urgent to do. See you next time!" Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and pulled the reins of the horse.

"Haha..." The beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled, and her eyes were full of anger:

"Is it possible that the young master did something wrong and was ashamed to face my servant?"

"No!" Zhao Wujiang answered seriously. The woman raised her hands and feet and was charming, but she looked beautiful and pure. The charm and purity were inconsistent, and there was undoubtedly a sensational temptation on the woman.

He has only seen this feeling of contradictory and integration of purity and charm in one woman, which is Gu Nanyuan in his arms now.

But Gu Nanyuan was charming and shy, and the woman in front of her was blending her charm into her every move, and Zhao Wujiang felt the murderous intent under this charm.

So the woman in front of him is like a femme fatale in his eyes.

The beautiful woman walked up to her horse, bit her red lips and peach blossom eyes and picking her eyes:
Chapter completed!