Li Chunjun traveled from north to south. Over the past year, he had faced many pursuits, not just from the female monks of the Huaxian Sect.

Cultivation, in addition to being humane and worldly, also involves fighting and killing.

Someone coveted his talent and wanted to recruit him into the sect, but he refused because he disliked the poor treatment, so he was sent to hunt him down.

Someone coveted his sword and wanted him to hand it over, but he refused and said he would take it if he had the ability, regardless of how many venerables there were on the other side.

Someone coveted him personally and wanted him to stay, but he refused to stay. He lifted up his trousers and said that good men are everywhere.

Some people just couldn't stand him and wanted to spar with him, but he cut off their desire to spar with him with one sword.

He traveled from north to south, from Tianbao Continent to Nanhe Continent in what is now the southern region of Shenshui River.

The world is really vast and the girls are really nice.

But the world is vast, and he still feels like he is home nowhere.

The old friends from those days went their separate ways. Some went to the Divine Realm of Middle Earth, some went to the Eastern Fairy Realm, and some were still in the Southern Realm of Shenshui.

Some people have lost their fighting spirit and choose to live a stable life, while some people are obsessed with it and want revenge.

He, Li Chunjun, is one of the many people who never forget him.

He firmly believes that there will be a response.

He was a little tired and a little drunk, so he fell asleep next to the fire holding his sword.

The fire crackles, but the old friends in the dream are still there.

The night is quiet tonight.

Good night.

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Good night, what's your sleep?

When the hemp slips, it can be very powerful.

Life is more than just two masses of white snow in front of you, and there is also a wet field.

Zhao Wujiang is an old farmer who works hard, pushing the cart and humming.

Linlang is a female Bodhisattva with a great conscience, sitting on the lotus, humming hummingly.

Life is different, some people are sleeping soundly with their swords in hand, and some people are sleeping with beautiful women.

Zi Shi.

Linlang was unparalleled and charming, wrapped in a gauze, lying in Zhao Wujiang's arms, talking about what she had missed over the past year.

Zhao Wujiang transformed into a storyteller, carefully weighing every word and sentence, adding and subtracting them, describing the journey during this period of time.

The two talked to each other heartily.

Zhao Wujiang told Linlang that he would leave the Qingqiu Fox Clan in a while or even at dawn.

He wanted to go to Tianbaozhou to see the Empress and the others, and then stepped into the secret realm of Daolian to seek opportunities and strive to condense a body of his own.

He also told Linlang to practice hard and try to give him a chance to eat soft rice the next time they meet.

It would be best for Linlang to become a female supreme and lead him to kill indiscriminately.

Linlang snorted softly, a little reluctant to see her again, and Wujiang was about to leave again so soon.

But she didn't say anything to persuade him to stay. She knew clearly that Wujiang was burdened with a sea of ​​blood and hatred.

She and Zhao Wujiang looked at each other in silence, the silhouette of autumn water in her eyes, she could only sit on Wujiang's body.

She said that since she was leaving, she had to leave some deeper memories.

Wujiang said that he did not necessarily leave at dawn, but planned for the future.

Linlang acted coquettishly and charmingly, smiled slyly, and said sweetly:

"Let's talk about it later."

Zhao Wujiang sighed, it was over, she had learned from him.

Linlang smiled charmingly, pulled open the gauze covering her body, and gently pressed Zhao Wujiang with her graceful body.

At dawn, Zhao Wujiang, who had not had a good rest, yawned and stood up with sleepy eyes. The beauty beside him was not there and she must have left.

He leaned against the pillow and wondered what he was thinking.

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching.

He raised his eyes and smiled gently, it turned out to be Linlang.

Linlang was wearing a short pink gauze skirt that barely covered her delicate buttocks. She was holding a wooden ladle in her hand as she walked closer.

She sat beside the bed, handed the wooden ladle to Zhao Wujiang, and whispered softly:

"Thank you for your hard work."

Inside the wooden ladle is a clear spring filled with small red fruits.

"This is the fairy yang fruit, which can quickly nourish yin and yang." Linlang rolled up her hair, her face full of shyness.

"Am I the one who needs this kind of thing?" Zhao Wujiang snorted and drank it all in one gulp.

He slapped his mouth and tasted:

"Why does it taste like wolfberry?"

Linlang watched Zhao Wujiang drink it all in one gulp, her heart felt soft. Zhao Wujiang was at ease with her and had no scruples. She raised the corner of her mouth with a smile:
Chapter completed!