[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

In fact, in detail, Yang Jian still has a father-son relationship with the Qin Taishou Li Bing many years ago.

It was only because Yang Jian appeared in front of the public as Li Erlang, Li Bing's second son, to help Li Bing control the flood.Therefore, in Shu there is another saying that Yang Jian, the god of Erlang, is actually Li Erlang, the second son of Li Bing.

The reputation of the land of abundance in Shu, in addition to its closed location and the blessing of gods and gods, also relies heavily on Li Bing's smelting of water in the past and the construction of Dujiangyan.

I don't want to meet Yang Jian again after many years, a person who is as closely connected with the luck of Shu as Li Bing.

But for Master Yuding, these are unexpected and reasonable.Sword Master Zhan Xian is not proficient in causal calculation and life wheel reasoning, but it does not mean that he has no idea about all these.

Through the past and the present through the ages, although this Kunlun celestial being does not have such abilities, the extremely distant memories of the past are also worn away in the long time.But it is also possible, more or less, to deduce some future trajectories from the dharma-ending world that does not know the truth or falsehood.

Although he was unfamiliar with Zhang Guaiya and Shenhezi, he knew that the appearance of such an ordinary mortal who was closely connected with the luck of Shu land must not be accidental.

Not to mention...

“Good tea!”

The corners of his lips evoked a smile of unknown meaning, and his whole body was filled with a certain kind of brilliance of being confident and in control of the overall situation.Yang Jian, who had been introduced as an apprentice by many immortals and powerful people in the ancient times, held a black black iron black fan in one hand and lightly sniffed the tea served by an old man disguised as a thief in the other. .The drooping eyelashes perfectly blocked the flickering light in the eyes.

It's just that with him like this, neither Zhang Yong nor Shen Hezi would naively think that this handsome young man in white and ink fan was praising the tea.Because his next move terrified all the thieves.

I saw Yang Jian lightly tapped the ink fan in his palm, and the thief's head, who had been immobilized, softened and almost fell to the ground.Standing firmly, he saw the handsome young man in white with a black fan on his face and said with a gentle and considerate face:

"But would you like some tea?"

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Taking a casual glance at the apprentice with a gentle and harmless face like a pure white rabbit, Master Yuding's expression, which was originally clear and indifferent, suddenly stiffened unknown for a moment.

Why did he suddenly feel that his apprentice's ability to talk nonsense with open eyes was really passed down by him?

Although Yang Jian's appearance like this is indeed much more pleasing to the eyes of Master Yuding.It's better than tossing yourself to death or life, just cheat others, don't cheat yourself to death.

It's a pity that observing facial expressions is a rare skill, but not everyone possesses it.Not to mention how difficult it is to see the expression on the expressionless face of Master Yuding.

Even Yang Jian, who looked gentle and seemed very talkative at the moment, was naturally included in the non-provoking list by Zhang Yong and Zhang Zhizhou, who looked calm and didn't know the situation.

"This, this hero! Great Immortal! The villain has no other choice..."

Showing a smile that was uglier than crying, the boss with a rough face and a fleshy face, like a little daughter-in-law who was pissed off, refused:

"There is an 80-year-old mother on the villain, an eight-month-old baby who needs to be raised, and a large group of brothers under his hands. Isn't it because lard has deceived his heart, so... he only wants to treat a few people Daxian makes a move."

The leader of the thieves spoke lightly, Zhang Yong, Yang Jian and others were all smart and sharp people, so they naturally knew the unfinished meaning of the leader's words.After thinking about it, I can't be sure, but the one I and my people want to plot is the new Yizhou magistrate, who was ordered to put down the rebellion in Shu.

However, if it's just a fight between mortals, Yang Jian is not that interested in getting involved.Immediately, he couldn't help but smile, and then asked:

"Then where did you get the stuff in the tea?"

His eyes were slightly cold, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.Shen Hezi, who was watching the fun with his hands in his hands, suddenly calculated with his fingertips, then his expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice and said:

"Pindao thought it was just some mortal drugs, this, this tea... how can it be so vicious!"

Fu turned his gaze to Zhang Yong, who was still in a coma, dressed as a commoner and the guard, and a group of people who also drank tea.After a closer look, I couldn't help being surprised again, but seeing those mortals with normal complexions and spirits, the skin exposed outside the clothes appeared one after another with red rashes, revealing ominously.Faintly, there is a dark and strange aura, lingering and flowing.

"The things added to this tea are not simple, and they are not accessible to you."

The smile on his face faded away, revealing a thin layer of anger and coldness.Yang Jian just added coldly:

"Be honest!"

It's like the life of a person, who lives and dies day and night, and hastily passed through a hundred years. To the gods, it's just a cup of tea.But as the son of a demigod, Yang Jian still has some mortal blood in his bones.For many things, he is not as persistent as those fairy gods.

Such as blood and family affection, or the kindness of Master Yuding Master for preaching, teaching, and solving doubts, or... some things in memory that I thought I had forgotten but never forgot.

For Yang Jian, if the death of his mother Fairy Yunhua is the most untouchable pain in his heart.Then the years between the Shang and Zhou Dynasties and the Battle of the Conferred Gods were undoubtedly the most relaxed and comfortable time in this life.

Monsters walk everywhere, and there are as many gods as dogs.In the ancient prehistoric times, the two most powerful forces competed for the front, and there were a few demons scattered all over the world who were not involved in it.Don't you see that Zhunti, who was far away in the western sky, received and guided the two Western religion leaders, and he also ended up personally getting involved in the middle.

Regardless of right or wrong, the dispute over orthodoxy will never end.Although the battle caused by a volume of the list of gods was not to such an extent, it was also pushed into an extremely embarrassing situation because of the indulgence of the ancestor of Zixiao Palace and the intentional promotion of the fisherman in troubled waters.

Either you die, or I die.Not everyone has such good luck as Liu Chenxiang, called Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Yang Jian, who used his own death to fulfill his wish.

Wisdom and bravery, great achievements through the ages.Such a chief disciple of the three generations of Chanjiao who had established a great reputation on the battlefield of conferring gods, naturally would not have gained his reputation by virtue of his handsome face and Jiang Ziya's favor.

With just one glance, it is clear that the rashes on the bodies of those people who drank the tea and passed out are due to the epidemic disease spread by the plague god and infected with the epidemic.

Yang Jian had already experienced this kind of method in the Conferred God Battlefield.The plague is difficult to cure, and it is even more of a disaster for mortals, but it is not difficult for Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, who once went to Huoyun Cave to look for His Majesty Shennong to obtain the elixir under the guidance of his master.Therefore, it's not that Yang Jian didn't pay attention to the diseases of these mortals, but the most urgent task is to find out who is behind the scenes.Let's see which way of gods and monsters cast this plague method, but use this ordinary mortal as a raft.