[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

The fingertips lifted slightly upwards, froze into a static arc in mid-air, and then slumped down.

It's like some kind of taboo that you know you shouldn't touch, but you want to touch it.In the end, in extreme rationality, I had no choice but to let go.

"Yes"

The corners of her lips curled up, and she responded lightly.Withdrew the black black black iron fan in his hand, and there was an inexplicable aura around his long body.

Yang Jian said abruptly:

"What about me?"

Like thunder in the silent night sky, the words of the chief disciple of the three generations of Zengjiao and the disciple of Yuquan sect seemed so unexpected yet reasonable at this moment.

Facing the ice-like snow-like face of his master Master Yuding, Yang Jian asked again:

"So as far as the master is concerned, the disciple..."

"Yang Jian!"

The cold eyes slammed straight into Yang Jian's complex and contradictory pupils, and for the first time, some kind of complex emotions appeared on the ice-like snow-like face of Master Yuding.

The thin lips parted slightly, and words that seemed indifferent but without much ups and downs spit out from Zhen Yuding's mouth.While Qingyue was cold, it seemed a little inexplicable.

"You know, what are you talking about?"

The loneliness is even worse than the moon in the sky, isolated from the secular world for tens of millions of years, the Kunlun Shangxian is not like a stranger.The Sword Master Zhanxian, who is in this world but drifts away from it, looks at the ups and downs of life and death in this world with cold eyes, and while he is dressed in white, he may be calm and self-restraining, maybe life and death are indifferent and difficult to access, but it is nothing, heartless and ruthless. Unknown dead things.

Not to mention, this disciple was different to him after all.It's just that the difference is like the indescribable layer of window paper, which seems to be thin, but makes people stop and linger, unable to pierce it.

Just because, once this step is taken, the world will change again and again.Even though he could not care about everything, he still had to consider whether this was what his apprentice wanted again.

"To this day, doesn't Master still think that everything can be treated as if nothing happened?"

His eyes were burning, and his long body was filled with a dazzling and dazzling aura.Yang Jian said without flinching:

"Or, to the master, the disciple is just a speck of dust, not worth seeing."

The complexity in the eyes is still there, but it is a little more fierce and compelling.The words of the former Heavenly Judiciary God, like the cold light of his three-pointed and two-edged sword, are absolutely sharp without leaving any leeway.

The chief disciple of the three generations of Chanjiao, above all the immortals under the two sages of heaven, and the judicial god who wields great power, is not a truly gentle person.It's just that this kind of face was never shown by Yang Jian in front of Daoist Yuding.

"You are my apprentice."

Also in this life, the only disciple.Self and others are very different.

More words were lost in the disciple's persistent and stubborn eyes, and Master Yuding pursed the corners of his lips.The next moment, Jian Guang disappeared, and he and Yang Jian appeared in the sky.

The mighty wind blew through the corner of the clothes, and the white hair fluttered, and the clouds flowed under the feet.This Kunlun Shangxian, who has existed in this world for tens of millions of years, had a cold face, and asked in a very serious voice like gold and jade:

"You know, what are you talking about?"

The same words spit out again from the mouth of the immortal.In addition to being calm and self-retaining, there was a faint tremor that was not easy to detect.

This seemingly decisive and cold-hearted sword master is not as impeccable as imagined.

However, for Yang Jian, taking advantage of the victory to pursue is what every good hunter should do.Even if what he is facing is his master.

This Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch who has made great contributions on the Conferred God Battlefield, and the majestic and solemn Heavenly Court Judicial God, is not a kind-hearted and gentle person.

The panic in my heart kept sweeping like a stormy sea, but it didn't show on my face.Even Daoist Yuding, who has always boasted that he knows a little about this disciple, can hardly see what kind of shock and fear is hidden behind Yang Jian's complicated expression.

"Master, the gods and immortals, shouldn't be contaminated by the trivial things in this world. It's just that I feel ashamed, but I can't escape the joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow and joy. I have some delusions, and I also have all kinds of puzzles."

There was a thin sarcasm on his lips, but his brows were strangely sharp. Yang Jian seemed respectful and demeanor said:

"Also ask the master to clear up the doubts for the disciples."

The hand hidden in the sleeve was tightly clenched.It seems that once it is loosened, all support will be lost.

There are more than tens of thousands of living beings in the world, even the great ancient gods such as Nuwa, it is difficult to exhaust them all, and they also have preferences.He, Yang Jian, is just a mere son of a demigod, and there are only a few people who can put everything in his heart and give for it.

Among them, Master Yuding is different.

This kind of difference, the thousands of years of master-student emotions simmered, Tiangong Yuelao seemed to be catalyzed by false words, until Liu Yanchang was born with murderous intentions, and when he saw this magnificent master again.Those suppressed and suppressed thoughts in my heart finally gushed out uncontrollably like a torrent.

He must understand his master, just like the unspeakable tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice in the passing of time.

It is precisely because of this that he has never felt the incompatibility and difference from the world and the world in Master as he does now.It seemed that in the blink of an eye, his master would disappear without leaving any trace.

From then on, the yellow spring and the green fall, and the three realms of the heaven and the earth, the heaven and the earth, will never meet again.

It was him, Yang Jian, who did not want to bear the parting again.

"Then, as you wish."

Eyebrows stretched, layer upon layer of relief filled with smiles, traces of charming mixed with invisible melancholy spread out.After a long silence, Master Yuding seemed to let go of something, and seemed to put on some invisible shackles, so he said.

Like bamboo like jade, the white and slender fingertips pointed out, pointing straight to the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows.

Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, who was keenly alert and had a strong sense of fighting, did not choose to avoid it.It's just like countless times in the past, relying on and trusting this master who comes from the same line without defense.

Even though the whole body is boiling, the crisis and uneasiness spreading in his heart, the stagnation and warning signs in the air... all indicate that such a result may not be what he is willing to bear.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I am going.

True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao, who likes to take the edge of the sword but strives for perfection in everything, may not have such an awareness.But the stubbornness in his bones will not be diminished because of this.

Even though the road ahead is bumpy and the difference between one step and the other is unstoppable, he is determined to find out the truth.