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Snow peaks tremble, canyons and springs flow.

The thatched house was buried in the night, and the sound of acacia resounded in the thatched house.

The stream outside the house made a tinkling sound, while inside the house there was a rhyming sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Yang Miaozhen and Zhao Wujiang were sitting opposite each other, between Zhao Wujiang's legs and waist, and their long jade legs were sandwiched between Zhao Wujiang's waist.

Her black hair was scattered like a waterfall, her body was slightly tilted back, her slender hands were hugging Zhao Wujiang's neck, her delicate and beautiful cheeks were flushed with shame, and her voice was soft but always cold:

"They must be in trouble for you today, right?"

Today, the great elder brought Zhao Wujiang down to the valley. He did not talk about the details of Zhao Wujiang's mountain climbing. He only said that if Zhao Wujiang wanted to sign a Taoist couple's vow with the Saint of Renzong, he needed to pass the third level of Taoist pass.

If she, Yang Miaozhen, was not a saint, then Zhao Wujiang would not have to go through the third level of the road.

Then the great elder left, leaving the two of them alone. At first they were silent, but soon after they spoke again, their hearts became heated and they embraced each other.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't.

Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes trembled. She knew that Zhao Wujiang must have been given trouble by everyone, but Zhao Wujiang was gentle and kind-hearted.

Her jade arms became tighter and tighter, and her cheek was close to Zhao Wujiang's cheek. The plump and soft texture rubbed Zhao Wujiang's chest inadvertently. She rubbed her nose against Zhao Wujiang's cheek, exhaled like blue, and her voice was soft and waxy:

"Although Liu Jicang is not as good as me in Taoism, his martial arts skills are much better than mine. If he makes things difficult for you, you don't have to hide it for my sake.

Just tell me and I will take action for you."

She was telling Zhao Wujiang that no one should bully her, Yang Miaozhen's man.

"His master has also taken action, what should I do?" Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were frivolous, and the two of them hugged each other. He and Yang Miaozhen's lips were rubbing together, but they did not kiss each other, intending to tease.

Yang Miaozhen frowned:

"You are hurt?"

"I'm not injured. Didn't you know better just now?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.

The face of the beautiful girl named Yang Miaozhen was a little angry. Just now, Zhao Wujiang Jade Dragon pumped the water with great force and without stopping for a long time. She was so brave that she didn't even look injured at all?

"Have you been rescued by other elders?" The girl bit her red lips with her silver teeth and her beautiful eyebrows were angry. She was angry that Zhao Wujiang did not tell her earlier, and she was also angry that the third elder and Liu Jicang made things difficult for Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head:

"None of them are my match."

"Humph." The curvy girl who was not wearing any hair said sullenly:

"You only show off your strength, don't I know what your cultivation level is?

You are just a new master like me, so how can you be the opponent of a great master like the Third Elder?"

"I'm like this..." Zhao Wujiang's martial arts cultivation spread out, and the thatched house was suddenly filled with a strong aura. With a gentle smile on his face, he reached out and grabbed Feng Yue, who was difficult to grasp with one hand, and slowly

Knead slowly:

"With one palm, the three elders were shaken to the point of being shaken."

Yang Miaozhen was ashamed and annoyed at first, but when the tyrannical martial arts energy dissipated, she felt overwhelmed and looked at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Zhao Wujiang, who had entered the realm of a grandmaster with her, had actually achieved the level of a great master in just a few short days. This was too shocking.

Her mind trembled, and a touch of fire rose in her body.

Before she could speak again, Zhao Wujiang held her soft waist and sat down.

"Hmm..." Yang Miaozhen groaned as her delicate body trembled. She was so embarrassed that she clenched her fists as if to hit him.

But Zhao Wujiang pushed back again, and her delicate body felt numb and numb, and she suddenly became soft and weak. The punch lightly hit Zhao Wujiang's cheek, like the caress of a tender person.

Amidst Zhao Wujiang's evil smile, the girl was grabbed by both wrists, and her delicate body couldn't help but fall backwards, but she didn't fall on the bed, and was between falling and falling.

The next moment, the girl's flower branches trembled wildly, and she frowned in shame.
Chapter completed!