Jubei City, Beiyuan scenery, backyard.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, enjoying the cold plums and winter snow in the courtyard, and drinking hot wine.

Now Jubei City seems peaceful, but in fact, it has been secretly rushing to prepare for the coming war.

In less than ten days, the beginning of spring will be the beginning of spring and the spring will return to the earth.

The grassland royal court and the southern Miaojiang are both nations that respect spring very much. Even within the two nations, the so-called God of Spring is worshipped, just to bless the tribe and their homes forever.

With the arrival of spring, the Snow Wolf, one of the powerful combat powers of the Grassland Royal Court, will be the most powerful time of year.

And countless insects in southern Xinjiang will also wake up, and this nation born from the Gu will become stronger and stronger.

At that time, the north and south of Daxia will face fierce attacks.

The thin ice on the East China Sea will gradually melt, and the Japanese people from the east of the Sea are very likely to take advantage of this to attack the eastern coast of Daxia.

But the war in spring has not yet arrived, but the room is already full of spring and artillery fire is everywhere.

Roars, panting, impact, moaning, begging for mercy, and sarcasm of comparing each other constantly lingered in the wing room, and even floated to the wind and snow courtyard.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled slightly, missing his beauties and that confidant.

The charming Su Huayi, the pure and charming Gu Nanyuan, the delicate and young Li Chanxi, the real and beautiful person in the palace, the majestic and arrogant empress, the ascetic and hot person in the Oriental Taoist Sect

Hot Taoist nun...

There are also some women of all kinds who have intersecting him...

A graceful figure swam past his mind, and he let out a heavy sip of wine, feeling a little homesick.

I want to go back to that "home" in Kyoto.

Whether it is the curse on the empress or the descendants of Dugu Mingyue’s mansion, others are far away, and their worries are also far away.

Suddenly, a roar came from the wing room, and the sound of learning came.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled. Unexpectedly, Song Zhang and the other two were really learning the official language of the grassland Wangting. How could they learn dialects from the place of Fengyue?

Even if you can learn, you will only learn some dirty words that are not commonly used.

The noise in the room was noisy and endless.

"Hurry? Oh, it turns out that this sentence means faster."

"Strong? Ah? Does this sentence mean force?"

"Don't try so hard? So the first half of the sentence means no?"

“…”

"What? Why do I feel like you are laughing at me, sister?"

"Just this? What do these words mean? That's it?"

"Ah? That's it?"

"That's it?"

"That's it?"

"That's it?"

The sound in the room suddenly became much louder, and even the wind and snow outside the room were disturbed.

Zhao Wujiang hummed the song gently, turning a deaf ear to the sound coming from the house. He was free and easy, as if he was dancing in the wind and snow.

I saw him shaking his left hand with a wine pot, and his right hand with a lazy swaying towards the gray sky. Amid the flying snowflakes, he tied his sword together, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke,

The talisman seems to be mobilizing the sword energy to display sword techniques.

His blessing came to his heart, and he smiled warmly. After a few breaths, his right hand stopped moving. A white snow talisman with vast sword energy as a carrier appeared in the wind and snow, like a snowflake embedded in the boundless void of this world.

Then, the snowflakes talisman disappeared quietly little by little, and the invisible sword energy rushed down from the world, as if to cut the courtyard into ashes.

But the sound of the sound is loud, and the sword energy is silent. But when it reaches the snow, a gust of wind is raised. In the world of this small courtyard, countless snowflakes turned into small white dots and slung in the air, like particles of dust under the sky light.

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Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and the thin and thin snow spots condensed into his body, like a long dragon of wind and snow flying around him.

The wind and snow filled his robe, and his clothes were clamoring.

He drank wine into his throat, and the wine into his heart, and breathed softly.
Chapter completed!