[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

"I don't need Uncle Tongtian to bother about matters of poverty."

At this very critical and imminent moment, Master Yuding chuckled suddenly and said carelessly.

All kinds of weirdness and incongruity faded away, and this Kunlun Shangxian, who was originally extremely elegant and refined, seemed to have regained his untouched worldly appearance at that moment.

Master Yuding's mouth curled up, he flicked his fingertips, and continued:

"Whether it's Master Tongtian or Master, they have been in love and killed each other for more than tens of millions of years, and they are too old to fight with each other. Why do you have to make such a gesture, just to make the younger generation laugh."

There seemed to be such a long and unknowable stagnation in the air, not to mention that Yang Jian looked at his master who seemed to be gone with the wind in shock.Even Yuanshi Tianzun and Master Tongtian seemed to be struck by lightning, and they were stunned for a while.

The grievances and grievances between the two leaders, Yuqing and Shangqing, were not a secret in ancient times.It's just that I don't know when it started, it was a disaster for these two leaders to meet.Unexpectedly, no one will obey anyone, and no one will let anyone else.

I'm afraid that the only way to come to such... absurd conclusions is to stand on the sidelines like a real person like Yuding.

Before the two leaders Yuqing and Shangqing could react, the next moment, the sword light around Yuding Daoist's body swept across, and in the blink of an eye, he took Yang Jian away.

"Yuan Shi—"

With a handsome face that was green and black, Master Tongtian gnashed his teeth and said:

"This is the good apprentice you have accepted!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Guan!"

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Reverend Yuding, who had already left, would not care about the expected debate.On the other hand, Yang Jian looked strange, and felt that all of this was unexpected and not impossible.

It's just that I feel uneasy in my heart, faintly, a bit like a mountain rain is about to come.

"Ok?"

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and the sword light stopped in a flash.Master Yuding turned around and faced Yang Jian, with a bit of just-right doubt on his face.

But in Yang Jian's eyes, this look made him even more uneasy.I just felt that something out of control was showing its fangs a little bit.

But on the surface, he maintained his usual composure.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

His speech is clear and clear, and his demeanor is like the breeze and the moon. He has a style of his own, which makes people forget the customs.The god of justice, who has lost his indifference and solemnity and is upright and strict, asked this question. It seems that the past thousand years did not exist, and he is just a humble and gentle young man on Yuquan Mountain.

Not to mention whether Yang Jian, who was thousands of years ago, was as harmless as he looked.With just one look, Master Yuding could see all kinds of things about his apprentice.

There is an undercurrent surging in the eyes, but it is like a lonely ancient well, without a trace of waves.Suddenly, the breeze blows, and the spring flowers bloom.Master Yuding seemed to be very clear, but he asked very seriously:

"Jian'er has always been intelligent and thorough, why should he deceive himself?"

Appreciating a wise, knowing those out.Whether it is Yuding Daoist or Yang Jian, they are not mediocre and ignorant.

Master Yuding asked this question, obviously, he wanted to find an answer.Not prepared, told him, the only apprentice, to pretend to be a fool and continue to escape.

There was a moment of dodging in his eyes, Yang Jian smiled and said helplessly:

"Master...it's the same as before, isn't it good?"

The expected answer, even Daoist Yuding can easily imagine the expressions and thoughts of this disciple when he said these words without having to distinguish them.

It's just... His gaze was cold and silent inch by inch until there was no fluctuation at all.Pulling the corner of his lips, Master Yuding seemed to be very indifferent and said:

"Then, see you again by fate, Yang Jian."

Goodbye, never again.

The cold and indifferent Kunlun Shangxian, who is not like a stranger, and the sword master who kills and cuts down the immortals, will not be affectionate.

Wish to have one person's heart, and the white head will not be separated.

There is an infatuation in the world, the mountains have no edges, the sky and the earth are exhausted, and the river is exhausted.

However, such emotions, not to mention how many practitioners, are all false.In the eyes of the gods who have truly seen the cycle of life and death, and all things withered and flourishing in white clothes, how much ripples can there be?

This is already the greatest initiative and concession of Master Yuding, whether it is his own pride or other things, he will not allow this seemingly cold-hearted immortal to do anything unnecessary.

At this point, even if the fate between him and this disciple is over, they will never meet again.

The eyelashes drooped down, casting a faint silhouette on that extremely elegant and indifferent handsome face.

But at the next moment, meeting Yang Jian's eyes that seemed to be aware of it, the white-haired, cold-faced real Yuding, who was not like a stranger, disappeared before Yang Jian's eyes in the blink of a finger, leaving nothing behind like a dream. trace.

Even with the innate eyesight of Erlang showing the sage and the true king, it is difficult to see the slightest trace.It seems that this Kunlun Shangxian, who is more like a fairy than many ruthless and indifferent fairy gods, has never appeared here.Everything is nothing but a dream.

"Master!"

The pupils contracted unconsciously, and even though he had noticed it in his heart, Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a lot of panic and helplessness.

Mixed with it, there is even more inexplicable flustered melancholy, and a touch of regret.It rises up little by little like a thread, entangled in the heart.

That... is his master.He is the closest person to him other than blood relatives.Even if he didn't have that secret thought, there was a constant feeling of letting go between him and Master Yuding.Not to mention, he actually...

But it was only the next moment, Yang Jian suddenly smiled to himself, and unfolded the folding fan in his hand.In the breath, he suppressed all kinds of emotions here, and returned to the original abyss and cold appearance of the judicial god.

All kinds of things have been delayed for too long, and now, it is time for him to make a conclusion.

He understands that his master Yuding Daoist is just like Yuding Daoist facing his only disciple, and he is also very different from others.Therefore, Yang Jian knew that when Master Yuding left, it would be like half of what he had said, and there would be no time to meet again.

So, it's not bad.

The hand pressing the folding fan slightly exerted force, and a faint stream of light flashed from his eyes.This not-so-gentle judicial god flew towards the Heavenly Court and the Temple of the True Monarch.

There are nine layers of heaven, and beyond the nine layers of heaven, there are even more heavens beyond the sky.

Tianwaitian Zixiao Palace, the residence of Hongjun's ancestor.

One teaches to teach three friends, and the other teaches to explain and divide.The leader of the Taoist capital, transforming Hongjun with one breath.

There are gods in heaven and earth, and gods are self-evident.It wasn't until Hongjun's ancestor preached the prehistoric world that there was a prosperous scene of immortals and demons.

It is a first-class existence between heaven and earth, and it is also the teacher of the three leaders of Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing, and the ancestor of Taoism.

However, since the first battle of Fengshen, Patriarch Hongjun has never stepped out of Zixiao Palace.Here, no one has set foot.

Few immortals know that there is such a person in this outer world.

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QAQ I didn’t give up the treatment, I came back to update the text, okay?