Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 352 Immortal Ascendant

"Master, Master"

Wu's servant's anxious voice sounded, and Wu Jiusi, who was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed and meditating, was awakened, and he said angrily, "What's the matter?"

"It's snowing..." the servant stammered. Just now, huge snowflakes fell from the sky without warning, and the howling cold wind also appeared along with it.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Wu Jiusi came out in doubt. The snowflakes just fell on his head, and instantly turned into ice-cold snow water, leaving along his scalp. He shivered involuntarily, feeling a little bad hit the heart.

"Young Master" the servant's panicked voice sounded again.

Wu Jiusi was a little impatient: "What's the matter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind became extremely relaxed for no reason, but at the same time, a sense of crisis and strangeness rose in his heart. He looked at where the servant pointed, and the world around him was already a vast expanse of whiteness.

The horses panicked, screaming and stomping, and the surrounding wind and snow covered their way.

"Da da da."

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and Wu Jiusi saw a big bay red horse walking out of the wind and snow, with a pair of knives tied to the horse's back, and a man sitting there, with handsome features and vicissitudes of life, like a swordsman walking the world in the wind and snow.

"Zhao Zhao Wujiang." Seeing the visitor, Wu Jiusi spit out the name word by word in disbelief. He couldn't imagine why he met Zhao Wujiang here.

When he was a child, he had heard the legend of Zhao Wujiang, a sage of medicine, a giant of literature and art, and even more shocking in martial arts. He heard from the elders in the clan that Zhao Wujiang suspected that he had slaughtered a god, although later he heard that Zhao Wujiang had been punished by the gods. , the cultivation base keeps declining, and it will not be long before he dies.

But in his mind, Zhao Wujiang is actually the patron saint of Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, let alone this god.

The appearance of Zhao Wujiang now made his heart skip a beat, didn't Zhao Wujiang go south?
He shuddered, his mind was active, his eyeballs rolled around, and then with a smile on his face, he shook his hands towards Zhao Wujiang:
"Lord Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's no surprise that Xiao Wang hasn't dismounted from his horse. It's really urgent at home. Xiao Wang has something important to rush home."

"No problem." Zhao Wujiang smiled slightly:

"Leave Prince Yin alone."

"Boom."

"Chong."

As soon as Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, the members of the Wu clan immediately pulled out their weapons, their swords drawn, and stared at Zhao Wujiang.

"Master Zhao, King Yin is my clan brother, I just invited him to be a guest in the clan. Could it be that you have to take care of it?"

Wu Jiusi saw that Zhao Wujiang had made it clear, so he didn't hide it any more, but changed his words. He didn't believe that Zhao Wujiang had received the news from Chang'an, and there was no time at all.

"want."

He only heard Zhao Wujiang's affirmative answer, and then Zhao Wujiang suddenly disappeared from his eyes. The next moment, Zhao Wujiang's figure appeared beside the carriage, and the curtain was lifted.

"You..." Wu Jiusi's heart trembled, his body seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, making it difficult to move. He watched Yin Wang being embraced by Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Xiaoyin's small face was full of grievances and joy, he put his arms around Zhao Wujiang's neck, and called out sweetly: "Father."

This short word disappeared quickly in the wind and snow, but Wu Jiusi, who was beside him, heard it clearly. He was so horrified that he couldn't believe what he heard.

Isn't Li Yin a child without a father?He called Zhao Wujiang his father? How could this be possible, could it be? Wu Jiusi's pupils were wide open, his lips were trembling involuntarily, he knew that he was finished, he knew the last thing he should know.

The next moment, the wind and snow submerged him, and then dispersed, and he disappeared into this vast world.

Disappeared together with him were the troops of the Wu Clan, as the wind and snow passed by, the troops dissipated and turned into a bigger snowstorm.

"cough."

Zhao Wujiang coughed lightly, his chest rose and fell, and his throat felt a bit fishy and sweet.

Outside the wind and snow.

Several old men hid their bodies and watched the scene just now from a distance.

"Zhao Wujiang, you are ruthless. People from the Wu family are not merciless in killing people."

"It's obvious how Wu Meiniang will choose between her heirs and her family.

Zhao Wujiang was merciless, proving that Wu Meiniang still chose an heir. "

"What's your opinion, old fellows, on the proposal of the Wu clan?"

"It's hard to say, the old man really didn't expect that they would actually dare to kidnap Wu Meiniang's heir.
However, the old man still believes that it is best to take pictures slowly and not rush. "

"Look, if the supporters of the Wu family meet Zhao Wujiang, they will definitely not die."

"Zhao Wujiang's immortality is a thorn in our hearts, which cannot be spit out or swallowed. What Wu said is correct, we should use all our strength to destroy this son at once."

"Wait to do it?"

"Almost, since Zhao Wujiang left Chang'an, let him stay outside forever."

"Let Mingqin inform them."

"it is good."

"."

Zhao Wujiang's figure flickered in the wind and snow, and the one trapped in the wind and snow was the strong Wu family who had caught up to him.

Chaos' silver hair fluttered in the wind and snow, his murderous aura was overwhelming, and his white clothes were gradually stained with bloodstains.

Holding Zhao Xiaoyin in his arms, Zhao Wujiang kept moving his fingers in the wind and snow, like a giant manipulating the stars.

His complexion became paler and his cultivation base and vitality were constantly overdrawn, and the enemies in the snowstorm were buried and swallowed one by one.

"Cough cough."

Finally, when the wind and snow swallowed No.11 enemy, he couldn't bear it, and coughed up blood.

Zhao Xiaoyin's small head was buried in his arms, his eyes were red: "Daddy."

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly, rubbed Zhao Xiaoyin's head lovingly, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

After Xiao Ban had tea, all the visitors from the Wu clan were swallowed by Zhao Wujiang's snowstorm, and the world was boundless.

"Zhao Wujiang, I have to say that you are the most proud of all the people I have met in my life!"

There are not many visitors from the wind and snow.

The pupils of Chaos shrank slightly, and the five old men who came came, but he felt a strong oppression.

"It's all ninth rank. How is that possible?" He murmured, but he still stood in front of Zhao Wujiang.

"Hehe. Chaos, if you don't betray us, you must be at the ninth rank now. It's a pity that everyone has to pay the price for their own choices."

The ninth-level powerhouse of the Qin clan laughed, with sarcasm and murderous intent in their eyes. Chaos killed the two former strongest members of the Qin clan, and they always remembered this account in their hearts.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, black and white were distinct, and the two colors of yin and yang were constantly agitating:
"Your progress is really fast"

"This is you today, I can't envy you!" The strong man of the Qin family laughed loudly. Behind him, four people walked in the wind and snow, all of them were strong men who had reached the ninth rank.

"Zhao Wujiang, you are the only one who died in the hands of the nine ascended immortals. This will be your glory!"

The bigger the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)