[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

"Master..."

The fingertips, which are as icy as jade, are attached to the forehead, just like the temperature that this cold and indifferent Kunlun Shangxian has lingered around him for thousands of years, but it seems to have some unusual temperature and strength, which makes Yang Jian unable to give birth. violated.

This god of justice in heaven, who is used to a majestic and solemn look, is extremely proud and difficult to get close to, and he is not used to being close to others on weekdays.It's just that when facing real master Yuding, it seems that all those little persistence has become unimportant, like a young man who is full of admiration and expects the attention of the elders.

There was still an unresolved indifference and coldness between his brows, and Master Yuding calmly met Yang Jian's slightly puzzled eyes.But Yang Jian was keenly aware of the difference.

Thousands of years of master and apprentice, even if there is a gap of thousands of years.As long as the chief disciple of the three generations of interpretation and teaching, the Yuquan sect, is extremely sensitive to the emotional changes of his master, as long as he is not acting stupid or committing suicide.Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think deeply about why he didn't easily erase the memory of the mortal in front of him like many times before, but cast doubtful and puzzled eyes, even with a little bit of imperceptible worry, on the hand. Master, his master Yuding Daoist.

Master Yuding's heart is not calm at this time, and the indifference and indifference on this face are just what this Kunlun Shangxian and Sword Master Slayer has been used to showing in the past tens of thousands of years.Just like how time flies by, no amount of emotional fluctuations will be diluted by this long time, but in the end, if it is not for those who are careless and sexless, how can they really be completely untouched.

In this world, he didn't and shouldn't have any entanglements.It's just as if his appearance in this world and this time and space was an accident, there are always many unexpected coincidences that are more or less true or false in this world.

Just as he once feared, after paying too much emotion, what he will face is the bloody corpse of the only disciple.Even, there was not even a trace of superfluous traces left.He also didn't want some not-so-good past to be exposed.Even if that day may not be far away.

"I'm not familiar with the road here, so I wonder if your Excellency can lead the way?"

However, Master Yuding finally just withdrew his hand without giving any explanation.Just as he never asked what happened to this only disciple in the past thousand years.He also didn't need to wrong himself and give too many explanations for those behaviors that might be inexplicable.

Therefore, after a moment, or a long period of blank mind, Young Master Wang vaguely heard the extremely clear and pleasant voice of Master Yuding in his ears.He nodded in a dazed manner, and waited until he walked farther and farther into the depths of the forest with a confused face, followed by the two masters and apprentices who could not be easily ignored as non-existent no matter how they looked.Only then did he realize that he seemed to... promised something extraordinary.

However, Young Master Wang has always been transparent and knows the trade-offs. Knowing that he can't talk, the latter two beauties who seem not to be messed with, who seem to be very difficult to mess with, are not too talkative.He closed his mouth resolutely, and led the master and apprentice to the ruined temple when he woke up earlier.

There was a bit of faint understanding in my heart, but it also implied a bit of clarity.Yang Jian didn't feel depressed because Master Yuding didn't answer or explain, but vaguely felt that Master might be avoiding something.

This is almost impossible, not to mention how detached and indifferent his master is, there are very few things in the world that can move him.It is temperament, as strong and proud as the sword in his hand, more often than not, he just doesn't care, so how can he back down and escape?

But in the bottom of his heart, there were some tiny thoughts that were easily overlooked, and he weakly refuted himself.

Why not?

He, Yang Jian, is also a god, the Erlang Xianshengzhenjun in the world's population, the god of justice in the heaven.Being different also has secular emotions and desires, will be heartbroken because of the third sister's incomprehension, will abandon everything to pave the way for a nephew like Chen Xiang who has nothing but blood, will... because of the seemingly calmed anger of Shizun Yuding And the size is lost.

Master... will it be the same?I will be happy because of joy, and sad because of sadness, not just looking at it from the outside like I am out of this world.He will also be happy and proud of his achievements as the only disciple.

Yang Jian suddenly couldn't think about it any longer, because if it was the True Monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao on the Conferred God Battlefield, he would be the best in both wisdom and bravery in martial arts, so the teacher would be gratified and envied by his peers.But the current Erlang God is the god of justice who prevents Chen Xiang from saving his mother and six relatives.This reputation is really not very good.

Could it be that the master is disappointed in him?

Erlang Shen Yang Jian, who has been making progress in interpreting the various emotional changes of his master and has never been surpassed, suddenly felt a bit of guilt and guilt.

However, what Yang Jian knows better is that the most indispensable and cheapest thing in this world is guilt and guilt.At least that was the case for Master Yuding Daoist, the decisive Sword Master of Slaying Immortals.

Yang Jian suddenly thought of it like this, Master Yuding seems to be very patient with him.

This seems to be a very obvious but easy to ignore, after all, no matter how detached this Kunlun Immortal is, Yang Jian is his only disciple in this life, heir of Taoism.But indistinctly, Yang Jian felt that it seemed to be more than that.

Just like in Jiuchongtian Palace at this moment, Sun Wukong scratched his ears and frowned, completely unable to understand what was going on in Li Tianwang's mind.That saint has no father or anything, and what kind of wit is he.

This monkey has no father and no mother, but it is made of multi-colored stones left by the Nuwa Empress who repaired the sky and absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon. Naturally, there is no trouble of father and son relationship.He has always been an unrestrained person who likes to be free, on the contrary, Master Taiyi only needs to change his mind a little bit, and he understands most of it.

Anger surged up in his heart, and he wanted to kill him, but there was a tremor in his sleeve, and the magic weapon that was originally shutting down Nezha was released.It swayed in the air, and the golden light shook greatly, and the young man who stepped on the hot wheel and held a pointed gun flew out of it.The tip of the gun was pointing at Li Jing.

For such a general change, even Daoist Taiyi hesitated for a moment.However, he soon realized that it was more appropriate for Nezha to handle the matter in person, rather than letting him do it for the master.And this so-called grievance between father and son has finally come to an end.Afterwards, he will help him bear the burden.