[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

"Alas"

The golden flowing cloud patterns on the forehead flashed away, and Yang Jian's complexion changed slightly, and Yang Jian also showed some interest.Following Master Yuding, he stepped into the tea shed.

This is a dilapidated small tea shed, standing at the intersection, it looks old, but it is also neat and tidy.An old man in his sixties was looking at the water on the stove, and a young boy of eleven or twelve was greeting the guests.He is thin and thin, but there is a clever and pleasing aura between his eyebrows and eyes.

It's just that what Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was born with divine eyes, up to nine days up to the netherworld, penetrated the illusory and penetrated the reality, although most of his abilities were sealed a long time ago.It is not a problem to see through the mere blindness.

"Guest...would you like some tea?"

Seeing Master Yuding and Yang Jian wandering in the courtyard as if they were in a Zhilan room, they sat down on the old bench without changing their expressions.However, Qi Yun Gaohua couldn't say what it should be, the young boy's face changed again and again.There seemed to be a flash of light in the seemingly cloudy eyes. The old man who was watching the water on the stove walked forward tremblingly, and said politely:

"Small shop in the mountains, but a few cups of rough tea, please don't dislike it."

"Thank you shop"

With a gentle and modest appearance, he took the tea from the old man's hand.What Yang Jian showed at this time is what almost every scholar who is highly educated but ignorant of the world has. He is gentle and modest but also has a certain kind of aloofness and stubbornness.

Nezha's ability to read people is not very good, but when we first met in the past, it was not completely unreasonable to treat this chief disciple of the three generations of interpretation and education as a gentle and harmless little white rabbit.

As long as Yang Jian thinks about it, it is naturally difficult to make people feel bad.Not to mention that this judiciary god has a very handsome face and a pair of eyes that seem to be both affectionate and ruthless.When the corner of the lips raises his eyes to look at you gently, no matter how clear-eyed and determined his heart is, it is hard to be unhappy.

On the contrary, the real Yuding who sat down first, still looked ethereal and indifferent, with no dust in his eyes.Standing in this small shop in the wilderness, it is also like a lone eagle picking its feathers in the wind, creating a feeling that the snow on the cliffs and eaves can be transformed into a fairy at any time.

The old man was worried, but Yang Jian, who looked like a gentle and harmless little white rabbit at the moment, didn't have the slightest intention of telling Master Yuding to restrain himself.In Yang Jian's view, although there are many people in the world who can be compromised by Master Yuding, there are not many. Although this one is interesting, it is obviously not qualified.

Good and evil, right and wrong, black and white, it is obvious that for Erlang Shen Yang Jian, who can be regarded as having a clear conscience in his actions, but prefers to take the edge of the sword and only pays attention to the results, it is not so clear in many cases.Underneath the seemingly handsome and beautiful skin, there is actually no extreme security factor.

Because of this, after a group of passers-by who came to rest drank the tea served by the store and fainted one after another, Yang Jian just glanced at it lightly.With a hand as beautiful as a handsome face, he slowly poured a cup of tea for Master Yuding Master.

Immortals don't know the five grains, and they look down on mortal things, and they rarely have the desire to talk.At least this has always been the case for the two masters and apprentices of the Yuquan Mountain lineage.

But no matter how you don't covet it, gold, silver, jade, legal couples, wealth, land, everything that many practitioners need are naturally the best for the disciples of Chanjiao.Even after the First World War of Conferred Gods, Yang Jian lived in Guanjiangkou for hundreds of years after listening to the tune and not listening to Xuan, and he was never treated poorly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Yang Jian may wrong himself for some reason and want to achieve a certain goal, but he will never wrong his master.Therefore, no matter whether it is the cup or the tea that is added to the Yuding real person's cup, it is not the original product offered by the store, but the good apprentice who has a certain obsessive-compulsive disorder in some aspects and strives for perfection in everything. replaced.

What a joke, no problem at all, knowing that the tea has been tampered with, how could he let Master be contaminated!

His eyes were indifferent, and he was just unaware of the thoughtful behavior of the only disciple.On the real face of Yuding, there was no special change, and Yang Jian was also calm, as if it was normal and natural.Just as the master and apprentice have been together for thousands of years, they are quiet and harmonious.

"You two, what are your plans?"

Qinglingling's voice rang beside her ears, and ring pei jingle, calling Ao Hong back from her drowsy and exhausted thoughts.Raising his eyes, he was facing a pair of transparent and bright eyes with a hint of worry.

"Aling..."

With a sudden look in her eyes and a smile on her lips, Ao Hong pretended to be relaxed and said:

"There are complicated affairs in the East China Sea. I will ask my eighth brother to bring Miss Zhao back to the East China Sea."

"how about you?"

After cutting off Ao Hong's evasive words, Ao Ling asked coldly:

"How about you?"

The situation in Liujia Village is getting more and more complicated, and the villagers' illnesses are getting worse day by day. Chen Xiang and Ao Chun have to ask for help, and Chen Xiang was injured.The Lotus Lantern of the Three Virgins also seemed to have completely lost its effect, and the already beautiful face became more and more clear.

More importantly, as members of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, they know much more than Sanshengmu and Liu Chenxiang, and their perception of danger is even more acute.Although I don't know the specific reason, but I also understand the matter here, I am afraid that it can be easily resolved, and it is beyond their ability to intervene.

Therefore, when Ao Ling asked this question, he hoped that Ao Hong would leave as soon as possible, so as not to wade into this muddy water.

"A Ling, you and the eighth brother can go together."

Struggling flashed in his eyes, but it turned into determination in an instant.With a smile shining in her eyes, the Fourth Princess of the East China Sea brushed the broken hair between Fu Ao Ling's forehead, and said in a tone of joking with her sisters:

"Since Chen Xiang called me Fourth Aunt, how can I, as an elder, leave their family behind. Besides, Chen Xiang is so capable, and San Shengmu and I have practiced for thousands of years, and we will always find a solution. Besides..."

Besides what?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and it was so fleeting that he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.Facing Ao Ling's light and complex eyes, Ao Hong temporarily put down the doubts that passed by at that moment.No matter what, she will not abandon Chen Xiang's family and return to East China Sea.

"Then I will accompany you"

The face under the tulle seemed to be on and off for a moment because of the backlight.Looking directly into Ao Hong's eyes, the mysterious third princess of the West Sea who had never appeared for thousands of years said so.

It seems that the thousand years of time have all become nothingness, and they are still the dragon girls who are close friends with each other.

"Aling..."

Panic flashed in his eyes, but Ao Ling's performance was beyond Ao Hong's expectation.I couldn't help but panic for a while, feeling both moved and worried.