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Chapter 383 Want a reward
The reed wreath on her slender wrist vibrated slightly, interrupting the girl's meditation.

Fang Weihan: "Is anyone going back to Changming to celebrate the New Year?"

Xiao Jin replied instantly; "Me, me, me! I've arrived at Tongguan! I should be able to reach Changming the day after tomorrow!"

Tao Yunjiang: "I'm still training in Xiangyang, but if you all arrive, I can rush back to Changming within two days."

Xiao Jin: "Two days? Jiang Jiang, why did you run so fast?"

Tao Yunjiang: "As we all know, Jiang Jiang can fly."

Xiao Jin: "..."

Xiao Jin: "As we all know, Jiang Jiang can fly."

Fang Weihan: "As we all know, Jiang Jiang can fly."

Xie Lingwan: "As we all know, Jiang Jiang can fly."

Fang Weihan: "Wanwan, where are you now?"

Xie Lingwan: "Husband, I will be here at Changming."

Xiao Jin: "Damn it, leave all the work to me and run back to Changming to play. Xie Lingwan should really deserve it."

Xie Lingwan: "Jiang Jiang can fly, why can't you fly? Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

Xiao Jin: "Just wait, I won't be able to drink you to death after watching the New Year."

The corners of Xie Lingyuan's mouth quirked up quietly, and her smile was like an orchid's first bloom.

She ignored Xiao Jin and turned to another topic.

Xie Lingwan; "Have you felt the resurgence of destiny?"

Tao Yunjiang: "Destiny? What is that?"

Fang Weihan: "Destiny? What is that?"

Xiao Jin: "Heaven's will, what is that?"

Xiao Jin: "..."

Xiao Jin; "Damn it, I know what destiny is, can you please stop reading it again!"

Xie Lingwan: "Destiny is the manifestation of the so-called luck and cause and effect. The destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been in a dormant state and has only begun to wake up today. Insufficient destiny will limit the upper limit of individual cultivation. The most intuitive change after its recovery is that the speed of cultivation will decrease. There are varying degrees of acceleration.”

Tao Yunjiang: "When you say that, it seems a bit weird."

Tao Yunjiang: "I said that my cultivation level has increased inexplicably, and it is almost reaching the peak of rank five."

Xiao Jin: "?"

Xiao Jin: "No, sister, what's the matter with you? Can you please stop running away!"

Tao Yunjiang: "Xiaojin, if you don't work hard yourself, who else can you blame..."

Xiao Jin: "Ha?! I don't work hard? My hands are weak and my chest is sore every day. Doesn't that count as not working hard?"

Tao Yunjiang: "..."

Xie Lingwan: "..."

Tao Yunjiang: "Why do you feel that the hard work you are talking about is not the same thing as what I am talking about."

……

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The march was extremely boring, and there was no way to practice meditation on horseback. Fang Weihan could only kill time by talking to Yun Shu and Shui Qun.

"What do you mean by that?"

Yun Shu floated lazily aside and asked curiously when he saw Xiao Jin's words.

The corners of Fang Weihan's mouth twitched slightly.

"It's not interesting. Xiaojin always talks out of tune."

Yun Shu nodded slightly thoughtfully.

She turned her head away, and the tips of her white ears were slightly red.

"Xiao Jin is indeed rare." Yun Shu pretended to be calm and said in a very complicated tone.

Fang Weihan's eyes unconsciously drifted towards her chest. From this angle, he could only see the white and blue layered skirt, the gorgeous tassel pendant, and some soft pink skin.

The girl put her hands on her chest and drifted away warily.

"What are you looking at?" She was a little shy and angry.

"Let me compare." Fang Weihan coughed lightly and looked away openly, as if he was really trying to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.

"Don't compare me with Xiao Jin! Her case is completely special! Do you understand special cases?" Yun Shu floated higher and hit his head hard.

"What? Who is not a special case? Well... I think Tao Yunjiang is good."

Fang Weihan: "..."

Yun Jiang Feng Ping was murdered inexplicably.

He looked at the chat history in the group again and found that the senior sister almost never talked in the group.

There are actually people who can resist rereading it. It must be said that Wen Zhexue has a strong determination.

Fang Weihan thought about it, found the light group representing Wen Zhexue, and sent her a private message.

Fang Weihan: "Sister, where are you?"

Without waiting for Wen Zhexue's response, just when Fang Weihan thought that his senior sister was still busy and was about to put away the Bright Moon Talisman, the girl's cold and ethereal voice sounded directly in his mind.

"Junior brother, do you miss me?"

Wen Zhexue sounded very happy.

Fang Weihan couldn't transmit the message, so he had to type again: "Yeah, I thought about it."

"whee."

Senior sister's laughter is like the snow in June, fleeting, but people can't help but want to hear more.

"I'm not far away from my junior brother, dealing with some troubles."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

……

Three miles away from the Shangjun Official Road, scattered snow fell in the deserted fields where a round of wheat had been harvested.

The cold and dusty girl leaned under the tree and looked at the news coming from the reed wreath.

Fang Weihan: "Trouble? Is the problem big? If you need help, senior sister must ask."

Wen Zhexue held the reed wreath tightly and smiled as she sent the message: "No, trust me sister."

The Mingxiao Sword emerged from the void, its edge shining like glass, reflecting the interplay of the sun and the moon.

She grabbed the Mingxiao Sword, and her aura suddenly changed.

In the remaining bare yellow wheat stubble field, an old man was leaning on a cane, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar showed fear.

"Yu Chen from Linyuan Pavilion?"

The old man laughed hoarsely.

"Be careful, she is very strong."

The middle-aged man dressed as a scholar reminded him that it was Zheng Changfu.

During the offensive and defensive battle in Xunyang, Jingzhou, Fu Ke, the first leader of the Vulcan Cult in Jingzhou, died under the power of the lunar sun, while Zheng Changfu, the first leader of Bingzhou, returned with his life.

This time he followed Ma Jin, the leader of Liangzhou, on a secret mission, and unexpectedly met Wen Zhexue again.

Zheng Changfu felt that the sword wound on his chest was aching faintly again, and there was already a bit of fear in his eyes when he looked at Wen Zhexue.

"I know that Linyuan Yuchen is extremely talented and has unparalleled star power. But we are two against one, so we may not necessarily be afraid of her."

Ma Jin said sadly.

You don't know how Fu Ke died.

Zheng Changfu cursed secretly in his heart.

In fact, he originally didn't want to come this time, but repeated mission failures caused his status in the church to drop significantly, and he basically lost his right to speak.

Now that he met Wen Zhexue, he had no intention of fighting and only wanted to escape. The cry of the phoenix filled the sky, and the ice-blue bird swooped down from the sky, its body turning into a stream of light and blending into the girl's body.

The mark of the phoenix tail feathers burning like flames appeared between her eyebrows, and the majestic star power spread out like a tide, causing the mighty stars to shine.

"Peak Sixth Revolution?!"

Ma Jin sensed her cultivation aura, and his expression changed instantly.

According to the information from the Vulcan Cult, Wen Zhexue's cultivation should have just broken through to rank six. But in just a few months, how could she reach the peak of rank six?
Star flames and phoenix fire danced on the edge of the divine sword. The stars in the sky flickered brightly and dimly, and there was a vague roar from ancient times.

Ma Jin doesn't really want to fight now.

The purpose of coming here this time was to kill the rebellious Xia Hougao, but before anyone could see him, he met Wen Zhexue, who had come with bad intentions.

Between the two of them, a Rank 6 beginner of Five Elements and a Rank 6 mid-level Mingwu, meeting a Peak Rank 6 elite Jing Tian, ​​the odds of winning can only be regarded as evenly matched.

And the longer it goes on, the worse the situation becomes for them.

There is no need to risk your life here just for the request of Mrs. Uehara Wang.

"let's go."

Ma Jin said bitterly.

As if he had been granted amnesty, Changfu Zheng summoned a golden shuttle and left here with Ma Jin as quickly as possible.

Wen Zhexue stared at the direction in which they were escaping and did not pursue them.

"Hmph, two cowards."

The white-haired woman smiled disdainfully.

"Go back and tell your brother about this."

"I know...don't take me for a fool..." the girl whispered.

She never had much confidence in front of her other self.

"Oh, you were kept in the dark for nine years." The other woman sneered.

"Before... it was before, and now is now." Wen Zhexue imitated her brother's tone and straightened her back.

"You dare to talk back? Next time you kiss your brother, give me control of your body."

"Oh... don't..."

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Listening to Wen Zhexue's words, Fang Weihan was thoughtful.

Why did two rank-6 cultivators from the Vulcan Cult suddenly come to Shangjun?
He glanced at the prison car escorting Xiahou Gao and his eyes flashed.

It seemed that they were coming for Xia Hougao.

There was a secret collusion between the Uehara Wang family and the Fire Worship Cult, which Fang Weihan had known for a long time. A top-notch family like the Uehara Wang family always has some special channels when it comes to things that are inconvenient for them to come forward.

The Vulcan Cult, which does all evil, is one of their channels.

As the backer of the Song family gang, in the dangerous situation of Sha Xuyi, and several assassinations against him, the Uehara Wang family has a close connection with the Vulcan Cult.

Once Xia Hougao returns to Changming, he will definitely accuse the Uehara Wang family of numerous crimes. The only way to stop this storm is to kill him on the way.

Obviously, it is impossible for the Uehara Wang family to send their own worshipers to do such a thing, otherwise Xiahou Gao would not be needed at all, and the East Palace Guards would have the authority to kill them on the spot. In this case, sending the Vulcan Cult to take action became the only feasible way.

But they didn't expect that there was an unpredictable variable like Wen Zhexue beside them.

Fang Weihan: I never eat soft food.

"Thank you, senior sister, for helping me again."

The girl tilted her head, jumped off Phoenix's back, and fell into his arms like a snowflake.

Fang Weihan's hand sank, and he felt a warm body suddenly appeared.

She sat sideways on the horse and gently hugged his waist in front of her. Like a waterfall of hair, it ran across the tip of Fang Weihan's nose, bringing with it a tangy and elegant fragrance.

"Hug." Wen Zhexue whispered.

Fang Weihan's expression was a little stiff. He looked around and found that the soldiers around him didn't notice that there was someone suddenly in his arms. Chen Yuxian was still bragging and spanking, and Mr. Zhao was still drowsy holding the spear.

It seems that Wen Zhexue has activated her magical fog, flower and starry concealment again.

But...in addition to the surrounding eyes, isn't Yun Shu also watching?
Something in the sea of ​​​​consciousness immediately came up with three denials: "It's not me, I didn't see it, don't talk nonsense."

Fang Weihan: "..."

The girl raised her head and stared at him with her watery eyes, the lingering affection in them was like the rain and dew turned from melted snow.

"Brother, hug me."

Wen Zhe's pretty, snow-white face was so close that Fang Weihan could even count the number of her slender eyelashes.

She pulled Fang Weihan's sleeve pitifully, like a snow-white and elegant ragdoll cat coquettishly treating you.

This was Wen Zhexue that Fang Weihan had never seen before. At this moment, she had lost the independence of the Tianshan Fairy, leaving only a hot and sticky love.

Fang Weihan had no choice but to hug Wen Zhexue gently.

But as soon as she touched his arms, the girl immediately squeezed in, occupying every inch of his chest. Looking at that posture, she had no intention of leaving at all.

Fang Weihan felt that the glances of the surrounding soldiers from time to time were like steel needles piercing his body. Even though he knew that they could not see him, this kind of behavior in public still kept him in a state of fear.

The girl raised her head from his chest and glanced at him quietly.

Seemingly noticing Fang Weihan's helpless expression, Wen Zhexue couldn't help but secretly smile.

The war horse stepped neither fast nor slowly, and it was completely unaware of the weight of a girl on the broad horse's back.

The two people hugging each other got closer and closer as the horse jolted, and the girl could already feel his heart beating faster and faster.

"Boom!"

Maybe there was some kind of magic in this heartbeat, otherwise, why would she feel like her body couldn't exert any strength.

I just want to hold my junior brother tightly and never let go. She just wanted to press closer to him until she could rub her body into his.

A part of Shuoshuo's mind burned hot, and Wen Zhexue knew that it was part of his brother's soul in his body.

"Boom!"

The heartbeat was still ringing, gradually becoming chaotic.

Under the white skirt, Wen Zhexue's legs were twisting restlessly, and her hot breath almost burned her nose.

The heartbeat of junior brother is in my ears, and the smell of junior brother is in my nose. When I close my eyes, I am filled with his shadow, but when I open my eyes, my sweetheart is right in front of me.

My cheeks have never been so hot as they are now. I don't want to think about anything, and I can't understand anything.

A sense of laziness and powerlessness enveloped her, bringing with it a vague drowsiness.

Wen Zhexue felt that she was probably going to burn out.

"Boom! Boom!"

The girl covered her chest with her hands.

Between the plumpness and plumpness, the creamy and fair skin undulated with joy.

It turns out...this is my own heartbeat.

Wen Zhexue thought to herself.

"Brother, I want a reward."

Resting her head on his shoulder, Wen Zhexue spoke lazily in Fang Weihan's ear.

"Sister, please relax a little first."

Fang Weihan was too nervous to breathe now.

Since he was busy fighting in the past few days, he really didn't have much time to take care of his physical needs.

He never expected that the senior sister, who used to be as cold and cold as a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, would become so clingy after recovering her memory.

This clinging closeness was in sharp contrast to her usual behavior, attracting Fang Weihan's eyes like poison and pulling him into the unspeakable abyss.

If Wen Zhexue moved down just a little bit more, he would die completely.

Not to mention that he has no memory now, even if he had memory, he wouldn't be able to recognize Wen Zhexue as his sister.

Maybe the senior sister doesn't have that kind of thoughts, such as sister-brother love... She will be beaten to death by the senior sister, right?
(End of this chapter)