After Dugu Tianqing discussed with Zhao Wujiang, he went to arrange his trusted subordinates.

And Zhao Wujiang finally got a rest.

From the first to the third day of the lunar month, the sky was filled with dust and heavy snow.

He was not too tired, but was pitiful, and the horse had not had a good rest.

He is a contradictory person, a person who pitys the world and is sometimes cold and despicable.

He has great righteousness, selfishness, and concern in his heart, so he is sometimes indecisive and sometimes decisive.

The contradiction lies in his body, just like almost everyone in the world, everyone is conflicted.

As for flawless and pure or pure mind, how many people are there in the world?

Someone survives intoxication, while he wanders between death in awakening.

He sat in a chair like this, and fell asleep with his eyes closed. His head slightly raised seemed to be questioning the sky.

He dreamed that the war finally happened, but it soon stopped and the world returned to peace.

He dreamed that the child in Dugu Mingyue's belly was born, and it was a girl.

He smiled in his dream, laughing happily, "Girl is so nice, it's his caring little cotton jacket."

He dreamed again that he had finally finished drawing 108 chapters of Yunzhuan Breaking Deception Talismans. He could use these Talismans to remove the curse on Xuanyuan Jing.

But he was stopped by countless people, and surrounded by enemies, he heard an old and honest voice:

"Child, you shouldn't have saved her!"

How should he choose in the face of so-called righteousness and selfishness?

He heard many voices in his dream:

"We are for your own good and for the whole Daxia..."

"This is her fate, and it is also yours! You can't break free!"

"That's it, why bother doing it even though you know it's impossible?"

"You must have a sense of awe..."

“…”

He didn't answer too much, but in his dream, he died.

The drunken one lives, the awake one dies! The drunken one lives as slaves, and the awake ones fight to die!

At the same time, there are countless flying swords hanging in the sky, south of the sword tombs of Lingnan, buzzing and trembling.

An old man also slept in his dream, swinging his sword at the statue of the gods in the vast world.

"I have a sword, but I'm killing the gods in my dream!"

———

The eastern part of Daxia, Yunshui Prefecture, and Renzong.

Zhang Lindaozheng, the sect leader of the Daocheng, and his disciple Yang Miaozhen, were sitting on a trest bridge between the peaks of the Renzong, and the master and apprentice were chatting.

The clouds seemed to be within reach, gathering and floating among the mountains.

Zhang Lindao was still wearing the shabby Taoist robe, without any fairy-like appearance. He stretched out his hand and asked with a smile:

"Silly disciple, if the master is going to die one day, will you save the master?"

Yang Miao is like a green lotus without hesitation:

"meeting."

"If you save your master, you need to face many powerful people that you are currently unmatched. Will you still save your master?" Zhang Lindao smiled gently and was cynical.

"Yes..." Yang Miaozhen didn't hesitate too much.

"Silly disciple..." Zhang Lindao knocked Yang Miaozhen on the forehead, as if he was blamed, but his eyebrows and eyes had a gentle smile:

"What if the master is saved, many people will die because of this?"

"Well... will..." Yang Miaozhen's face was beautiful, and the mountain wind blew. Her black hair under her crown fluttered in the wind and said seriously:

"You are Miaozhen's master, and you have nurturing Miaozhen..."

"Okay, OK..." Zhang Lindao waved his hand with a smile, his eyes were distant, and he said earnestly:

"Silly disciple, you shouldn't save me."

"Is it right for me not to save the master?" Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes frowned.

"It's not right, it's all wrong." Zhang Lindao looked to the north from afar, as if he saw a sleeping man through the vast snowflakes of the world. He smiled:

"It is a mistake you should do if you don't save your master.

And it is a mistake to save your master."

"Why are they all wrong?" Yang Miaozhen was puzzled, but she knew that Master had a profound Taoism and had complete plans. This would make sense, but she could not understand it thoroughly.

Her eyebrows are frowning deeper and deeper:
Chapter completed!