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The breeze in the valley is gentle and there is no winter chill.

The old Taoist's white eyebrows trembled:

"What if he doesn't come?

He is not a member of the three sects of the Taoist sect. He practices martial arts rather than Taoism. Regardless of the path of Taoism, with his cultivation level, would he choose to fall into deep danger?

Your relationship with him is shallow, why should you stick to it for him?"

"Great Elder, doesn't the Human Sect pay attention to being in the world and talking about the seven emotions and the six desires?" The beautiful Taoist nun has a cold temperament and said in a faint tone:

"Why can't he become a Taoist couple with Miaozhen since he's not from the Taoist sect?"

The old Taoist said in a deep voice:

"You are a saint, not an ordinary Taoist disciple..."

"Miaozhen understands..." The beautiful Taoist nun lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, a little dim:

"Then Miaozhen will no longer be a saint."

The old Taoist frowned, not angry, but sighed:

"You...if the Taoist leader knew what you said..."

"Master will support me." The beautiful Taoist nun did not look back and spoke firmly:

"The old man often said that Tao follows nature and acts according to the heart. As long as you are worthy of the emperor, the common people, the sect, and relatives and friends, everything is false, but the heart is true!"

"Senior brother..." The old Taoist's white eyebrows fluttered, he shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes quietly condensed:

"Someone comes to worship the mountain..."

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The water rippled, and Zhao Wujiang stepped onto the rocks.

He is dressed in black like ink, wearing a peach wood hairpin on his head, and a bronze mask with a square mouth and a straight nose on his face, looking at the long bluestone steps in the distance.

The stone steps spread to the clouds and mist in the mountains. He climbed up the steps slowly and hurriedly. Every time he took a step, there was a sound of tapping rocks.

This sound is made by people outside the sect when they climb mountains, signaling that someone is visiting the sect.

Depending on the aura of cultivation of the person coming, the sound produced by each step will be different.

Zhao Wujiang's Feng Shen Yulang was as gentle as the wind. Step by step, the sound was like the tapping of rocks. Until he walked up a hundred steps, the sound of tapping the rocks suddenly changed, as if there was a faint thunder that was about to disperse the clouds and mist in the mountains.

In front of the gate of Renzong's main peak mountain, many disciples gathered, looking laughing and chatting. It had been a long time since anyone visited the mountain. The last time was the visit from the other two sects of the Taoist sect nearly a year ago.

Who is coming is unknown.

The disciples of Renzong were talking a lot.

"Do you think the person coming is the man named Zhao that the saint mentioned?"

"I think it's almost impossible. The man named Zhao is from outside the sect. I heard that he doesn't practice Taoism and his martial arts strength is just that. He knows that our sect is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. How dare he come?"

"Too..."

"I just don't know what dirty tricks he used to deceive the saint. How can a saint from our sect be worthy of him, a person from outside the sect?"

"Exactly! Could it be that he thinks he is the heir of some aristocratic family in the world, or a member of the Great Xia royal family? Or a top powerhouse with a cultivation level as high as the second level?"

"In terms of strength, he is not as good as the saint, let alone the saint. In terms of appearance, huh, can he be as handsome as the saint?"

"The handsomeness may only be skin deep, but in terms of inner qualities, how talented is this man named Zhao? Is it possible that he can be compared to the Holy Son? I'm afraid even I can't compare to him."

"Besides, the Holy Son and the Holy Girl grew up together in the sect. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are childhood sweethearts. Does he, an outsider named Zhao, have the right to intervene?

Can it be compared to the match made in heaven between the Saint and the Saint?"

"Since the saint doesn't like the saint, the way is natural, so you don't have to force it, right?"

"Hahaha, with your thoughts like this, do you think that the Saint will choose you if she doesn't choose the Son?"

"Then...then...maybe...besides, are you all willing to agree?"

"..."

The original noise suddenly subsided, and someone said something that touched many people's hearts.

In their hearts, Yang Miaozhen is a being who is comparable to a heavenly being. His demeanor is cold and cold, and his appearance is even more beautiful. Not to mention that the outsider named Zhao who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth is not worthy of Yang Miaozhen. Even the Holy Son may not be worthy in their hearts.

superior.

Of course, if it were them, they would feel ashamed, but it wouldn't be a bad thing.
Chapter completed!