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As the saint of Renzong, Yang Miaozhen has an unparalleled beauty. Although this does not make her proud, she will not deny it.

The Human Sect explores the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and wants to see the end of desire.

Although she is often extremely cold, the aura brought by the Human Sect’s martial arts itself makes Yang Miaozhen feel a contradictory and unignorable charm under the coldness.

This hidden confusing aura made almost all men feel difficult to control themselves when they see her face and cause turmoil.

So she became more and more shocked by the calmness in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, not moved by external things, without any charm.

What Yang Miaozhen didn't know was that Zhao Wujiang was like this because he had seen a beautiful face before, such as Xuanyuan Jing, who had a disguised appearance under the mask of disguised beings.

Second, it is because Zhao Wujiang's sincere respect for Tao.

Unlike the weak Taoist sects in Daxia, the number of gangs in the rivers and lakes has caused the people in the rivers and lakes to lose their respect for the people in the Taoist sects.

In Zhao Wujiang's hometown, although one of the paths of local culture is in a low position and is suppressed by cultures from all sides, such as God, God, Buddha, etc., there are still many people who like the traditional culture of their hometown from the bottom of their hearts and advocate the path.

Zhao Wujiang is one of them.

Respect without external intentions and without blasphemy, and then there is the coldness and tranquility of Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

"Senior Sister Miaozhen, aren't you hungry?" The little Taoist nun Wei Qingling's eyes flashed, and her mouth was full of food.

Yang Miaozhen shook her head, withdrew her eyes, thought for a moment, and opened her red lips lightly:

"Qingling, after eating, let's rest here for a while before rushing to the road."

"Okay!" The little Taoist nun was happy, raised her arms and waved her. She was exhausted when she was busy on the road. Anyway, there were no people outside the Taoist sect who knew, what was the difference between going earlier and going later?

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At the end of Si time.

The rain dropped sharply and drizzled.

It’s noon again and it’s raining again, which inevitably makes people feel a little sleepy.

Yang Miaozhen meditated in the guest room, and she wanted to wake up Wei Qingling who was sleeping soundly, but the sound of rain outside the room was ticking. Wei Qingling rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, turned over, and fell asleep in the arms of the bedding.

Yang Miaozhen glanced outside the house, as gray as if she was about to go night. She did not forcefully awaken Wei Qingling to rush to the road, but continued to pinch the tricks and fell into practice.

"Squeak."

Zhao Wujiang pushed open the door and his luggage had been packed. The rest of just two or three hours had already made him full of energy, and he had to continue rushing.

After leaving the inn, he turned over his horse, dressed in a straw raincoat, and a hat. He waved the reins under the rain curtain and rushed towards Lanlin City.

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The world is vast, and there is a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was destroyed, wild grass was growing, and the statues of the Heavenly Lord and the ancestors fell to the ground, falling apart, turning into messy stones.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the broken tiles of the Taoist temple.

A sloppy Taoist ran through the ruins, the deserted smoke and weeds, and entered the Taoist temple.

He shook the rain on his hand, took off his wet Taoist robe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the unknown Taoist temple that had fallen in the years.

Cobwebs are everywhere, and the wind is leaking everywhere, and the gray sky can be seen on many roofs.

The raindrops are stringed into lines, making the Taoist temple full of mud.

"Tsk..." The Taoist shook his head. He searched for seclusion and visited the victory, crossed the long journey, hoping to find some buried truth in history. Now he came to this ruined Taoist temple with shelter from the rain, which made him sigh.

"It's raining all night, right... it's noon at this time, not night rain..." The Taoist sighed, and suddenly he turned his ears and seemed to hear a sound.

He felt something, looking northwest from afar, his fingers kept matching each other, and suddenly he uttered:

"Silly disciple, the blessing is right in front of you. Why did you miss it? You are chasing me!"

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A thunder suddenly rang out outside the inn.

Yang Miaozhen woke up from meditation. Thunder rumbling outside the house, and silver arcs flashed in the gray sky.
Chapter completed!