[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

"Father will definitely know"

The lazy look on his face faded, and he stood up with his hands behind his back.The whole body also returned to the appearance of a majestic king in black clothes and high crown. This Donghua Emperor who lived in seclusion but also made a great name in the ancient prehistoric world said so.Between the brows, there is a solemn demeanor, noble and awe-inspiring.

Suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the outer sky that day, in the direction of Zixiao Palace, Emperor Donghua saluted and retreated.When the corner of the black clothes was about to draw out the palace gate, Fang said inexplicably:

"Just as you can disregard that person's prohibition, my lord father, you can't do anything unprepared."

And just after Emperor Donghua stepped out of the palace gate and walked out of Yuxu Palace, a small blue figure flew over from a distance, and turned into a woman in green clothes, and bowed down to Emperor Donghua.But it was the young girl who had handed over the elixir to the Taishang Laojun before.

"Sure enough, it's the old poor——"

The smile on his face faded, and seeing Emperor Donghua walk out of the palace gate, the leader of Yuqing, who had always shown himself as an old man like the Taishang Laojun, suddenly smiled slightly and turned the three jewels in his hand, turning into a lotus crown and bundled his hair The appearance of a middle-aged man in Taoist robes with erratic brows and serious eyes.It is faintly similar to the Donghua Emperor in black clothes and high crown.

Those eyes were as dark as the night and could not make any waves, but at the same time, they revealed wisdom and calmness, which seemed friendly but seemed to be the light of the clouds.But it is exactly what the leader of Chanjiao, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, should look like.

The beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds, but the lofty leader Yuqing, who is authentic and authentic, is separated from the secular mortal world, ten feet away, and there are more than thousands of mountains and rivers, and the cycle of spring and autumn.

"That's why, what this leader dislikes the most on weekdays is the self-important appearance of Wuchen."

In the distant realm, someone seemed to be unconvinced and sneered.Unconsciously, I am one of the most lonely and persistent existences in the ancient times, since the birth of the first division of heaven and earth.And that kind of existence has survived to this day, and there are only a few people who can be equal to it in the three worlds.

"The physical body is indispensable to you in the end. Tomorrow, the poor will start to integrate your physical body with the primordial spirit, so as not to leave hidden dangers."

Master Yuding Master's cold but slightly gentle voice hits my ears, but it happens that the soul and spirit blend together, as if it sounded from the bottom of my heart.It made Yang Jian feel an inexplicable emotion.

Gentleness and tranquility are like the breath of warm jade, and the mana will soothe the dark wounds in the disciple's soul, and the real person of Yuding will return the soul to the body, saying so.The seemingly calm gaze quietly sized up the disciple, and when he saw the tiny blush around Yang Jian's ears and the slightly wobbly soul, he fell silent for a moment.The yin and yang mirror came out and decisively took Yang Jian back into the mirror.

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Except for that one time many years ago, he actually forgot that this kind of healing method is actually not very...beautiful.And after breaking the shackles of many rules and retreating for thousands of years, he thought he would never use such a method again.

Staring at the yin and yang mirror with erratic eyes, for a moment, the fierce and murderous aura flashed away, and Master Yuding even wanted to destroy the mirror just like that.Even if this is the magic weapon of his senior brother Chi Jingzi, even if it contains the soul of his only disciple.

But after all, he didn't do anything, just like he accepted the little boy who knew he was troublesome many years ago; just like when Yang Jian's mother Fairy Yunhua was sunburned by the Jade Emperor, she saw the scarred and dilapidated body. There was a twitch in the heart that had been calm for thousands of years; it was like the anger that arose when he woke up from a thousand-year retreat and knew that this apprentice had pushed himself into a desperate situation... and the powerlessness when he saw his tragic situation with his own eyes.

He couldn't bear it.

No matter how cold-hearted he is, if he is not disturbed by the world of mortals and drifts away from the world, he will eventually be involved with this world.And such entanglement...is a misfortune rather than a blessing.

Eyelashes drooping, silently staring at the yin and yang mirror in his hand.This cold and indifferent Kunlun Shangxian, the decisive and decisive sword master, showed a rare look of hesitation and entanglement.

But this look was only for a moment, and the real Yuding was extremely handsome and indifferent, his coldness was even better than that of the moon in the sky, and there was a faint arc outlined between his brows and eyes.With the subtle and imperceptible treachery in his eyes, he is also a fairy and a demon.There is a little bit of weird harmony.

So and so, Yang Jian didn't know it.When he woke up again and regained his senses, the first thing he saw was Master Yuding Master's primordial spirit that seemed to have a faint soft light, standing in front of him against the light, his body was like a jade brow and his eyes were indifferent.Just one glance seems like eternity.He seemed to have returned to the time when his mortal body had not yet cultivated, and he couldn't resist this figure like a fairy or a god.

In fact, even those scattered immortals and demons, or the many gods and gods that have been seen in the past thousand years, there are only a handful of people with the grace of his master.

But those things to him, Yang Jian, how could they compare to his master.

Every time he thought about it, every time he thought about it, it seemed that something sprouted silently in his heart, but when he wanted to figure it out, he hid it and disappeared without a trace.

The fingertips of the Jade Cauldron real person with clear and slender joints, as if the manifestation of the Jade Yuan God, slowly rubbed Yang Jian's eyebrows and eyes, and then put them down.Following the gaze of Master Yuding, Yang Jian finally saw the well-preserved but bloodless body lying on the jade couch...his flesh.

Buddhism emphasizes that the physical body is a raft to cross the other shore, while Taoism emphasizes that the body is transformed into a feather, ascends to the sky, and ascends to the immortal.It's just that he is the son of a demigod, and he practices the special nine-turn Xuan Gong, which is infinitely mysterious, and his body is sanctified and his soul is not included in the list of gods, so he can't easily leave this skin.

Now he is looking at his body like a bystander. Even though the scars have dissipated in his cultivation, the chief disciple of the three generations of interpretation and education can't help but feel a little dazed:

For thousands of years, how did he toss himself to this point.The man who pushed the third sister into Huashan and repeatedly obstructed Chen Xiang from saving his mother, but repeatedly released water to plan new Tiantiao and even pushed himself into a desperate situation, seemed to be him and not him.

Yang Jian, the Chief Disciple of the Three Generations of Chanjiao, Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch, does not have too many scruples in his actions.Otherwise, he wouldn't have done such a thing as a man disguised as a woman on the Conferred God Battlefield, but he wasn't either, he would have wronged himself.

Just because, is that his third sister and nephew?

It was still the demonic obstacle that had been planted since the death of his mother.

"Meditation"

The familiar voice came to my ears, but it was Master Yu Ding who held Yang Jian's hand at some point, kowtowed with five fingers, and the faint and imperceptible light spots were transmitted to Yang Jian's Yuanshen through the palms connected by the Yuanshen.

Feelings of comfort and satisfaction emerge, a little flustered to cover up the familiar and unfamiliar throbbing.Yang Jian never noticed that under the seemingly calm face of Master Yuding, there was a flash of unnaturalness.And there is no wind flying, slightly erratic due to the owner's inner imbalance, not the actual hair.