Love doesn't know where it arises.

Perhaps it is because love has developed over time, and desire has been exhausted, and only love has been left.

Perhaps it was the spring breeze that passed by, and my mind moved slightly and rippled.

Perhaps it was the hotness of her delicate body that reached her mind, burning her, making her unable to tell the difference between the north, west and south.

The high priest Linlang did not speak anymore, and looked at Zhao Wujiang, as if he had crossed a thousand years.

The two people, who were very thoughtful, touched the tips of their noses and quickly kissed each other's lips.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to integrate the other person into his bones and blood.

Another lingering thing.

But this time, there seems to be something more.

And many of these feelings may be the true meaning of dual cultivation.

Dual cultivation is the fusion and refinement of lust. The word "lust" is the word "lust" first.

This is why, when Zhao Wujiang and Su Huayi practiced their cultivation progressed very quickly, while when they practiced their cultivation progressed slowly with the High Priest before.

It was obviously lingering all day and night, but the results were not much.

First, it is difficult to cross the heavenly level, and second, it is the previous word "lust", and more about desire.

Go deeper.

The two of them lingered until dawn.

Finally, the high priest raised his neck and whispered.

Zhao Wujiang touched the aura of the heavenly rank, rushed over, and officially became a powerful man in the heavenly rank.

At the moment he became a powerful man in the heavenly level, he seemed to feel a thick layer of mist covering the world. After the mist, he could vaguely see fragmented.

This feeling was fleeting, but it was deeply engraved in Zhao Wujiang's mind.

The high priest Linlang had a wet hair. She looked at Zhao Wujiang. She held Zhao Wujiang's cheeks in both hands, then pressed Zhao Wujiang on her body, hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go.

She murmured in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly:

"Men, just stay in the grassland, okay?"

Zhao Wujiang had reached the heavenly rank, and the oath that bound the two of them ended at this moment. The high priest didn't know how to keep Zhao Wujiang, so she could only sincerely and hoped that Zhao Wujiang would not leave.

"Okay." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled gently:

"Are you staying in the grassland of the Jade Tent Royal Court, or your grassland?"

The high priest hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly. She knew that Zhao Wujiang's smile was about to leave.

She also knew that after a man like Zhao Wujiang knew part of the truth, he would not be able to keep him at all unless everything was done.

Zhao Wujiang is a man who will not admit defeat, nor will he compromise.

No matter what you face, you will not retreat a little, but will only move forward.

"Since you can't bear to part with me, half of my man, I promise you that I will come back." Zhao Wujiang kissed the high priest's forehead, then wanted to get up, and chuckled:

"But today, let you see what it means to draw a sword without mercy!"

The high priest Linlang did not let go. Even if Zhao Wujiang got up, she still hung on Zhao Wujiang, bit her red lips lightly, frowned with her eyebrows, and asked:

“If one day…”

"No if." Zhao Wujiang had gentle eyebrows, hugged the high priest's round buttocks and said with a smile:

"I will give you a thousand days, and there will be a farewell."

———

Quietly, it is the separation of sheng and flute.

Zhao Wujiang left the Jade Treasure Royal Court on a snowy night.

The last one to see off were the little princess Gulikoli who looked reluctant to part with her face and the screaming snow wolf Xiaobai.

And at the door of the ancestral palace in the distance, there are red clothes like fire and beautiful figures.

Zhao Wujiang looked back and smiled softly at the corner of his mouth. He pressed the brim of his hat, turned around freely, and merged into the wind and snow.

In the jade tent and his team, he got many answers and many doubts arise.

The wind and snow in the world are heavy, like the fog in his heart.

He can't see the way forward, but so what?

He still rode his horse forward, being a lone walker in the wind and snow.

Thousands of miles of ice are frozen, and thousands of miles of snow are falling. There is a realm of travel, but there is no boundary!
Chapter completed!