The Lotus Lantern is with you

The journey to the Western Regions may take several years for an ordinary person, but it is much easier for the gods who have entered the sky and entered the earth.

It's just that Yang Jian didn't seem to be in a hurry to go, and he took Chen Xiang to play in the mountains and rivers along the way, and saw a lot of wonders.What's more, the two deliberately took a long detour, completely treating it as a vacation.

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I spent half a year in the human world inexplicably in the heaven before. At this time, the human world is already pale in winter, the cold wind is howling, and the ice and snow are intertwined. I went all the way from the south to the north, passing through the majestic and continuous Qinling Mountains. Thousands of miles away, the whole world is covered in snow.

They are in Chang'an right now. On the exquisitely carved pavilions and the bustling ancient streets, a boy in black and a man in white slowly come from a distance. The man's white clothes are like snow, his black hair is like ink, and the elegant bamboo leaves Splashed ink pictures are intertwined with mountains and rivers, which looks a bit elegant.Holding the black folding fan in his hand, the icy battle armor has faded away, and the sharp sword eyebrows have softened a lot, a true gentleman is like jade.

And the young man standing beside him was unfading, with a black and gold-rimmed robe in great contrast, blood lotus intertwined with red flames, cloud sleeves fluttering, and a red belt fluttering.His eyebrows are like black ink, and his long hair is casually scattered behind him. It is obviously charming red and black, but it still has a cool breath.

As a matter of fact, the expression in the young man's indifferent gaze did not look like a real person.

Pedestrians on the road turned their heads to this one after another, whispering curiously and amazedly. Feng Ling (Ling'er) turned into an ordinary skylark bird and perched on the young man's shoulders, but the dark brown feathers on the young man's black hair The bottom of the hair is half covered, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

Yang Jian has always been surprised by Chen Xiang's preference for black. For some reason, subconsciously, he felt that if the young man was dressed in white, it should complement his temperament, but he was rejected by Chen Xiang. His seemingly cold temperament is a disguise. Besides, he has been in hell for too long, he is used to the world of black and red, and white is too pure, which will only make him more uncomfortable.

"Jian, are we still spending the night in the inn today?" Seeing that the sun was setting, he asked curiously. They had been on their way slowly for the past two days, as if they were on vacation.

Yang Jian's steps paused, then he looked back and smiled lightly, "No, we're going to meet someone today."

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In today's heaven, most of them are gods from the period of conferring gods, and there are also mortals who practice Taoism and become immortals later, but more gods from ancient times have either fallen, or hidden in the mountains and rivers, and they have devoted themselves to cultivating the Dao and never come out.

But there are also some gods who prefer to be close to mortals and live an ordinary human life. As the saying goes, the small hermit hides in the wild, the big hermit hides in the city, and hides in the hustle and bustle of the world, but they are even less noticed.

"When I was against Heaven, I received his kindness. To a certain extent, he can be regarded as my half master." Yang Jian explained, and brought Chen Xiang to a mansion. For a wealthy family, this mansion is pitifully shabby, the red pillars have faded, and the orange-copper-colored gate cloth is scratched and stained black and black.

Seeing this, Chen Xiang tilted his head suspiciously and asked silently.

Are you sure he lives here?Such a shabby place.

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, um, he doesn't like to be conspicuous and bluff.

Yeah?Chen Xiang looked back silently, he thought of a certain senior who wanted to live in a thatched hut in hell where there was a grand hall, and he calmed down, as the saying goes, the world is full of wonders, after all, everyone has their own preferences.

Stepping on the steps in front of the door, Chen Xiang finally saw an abandoned door plaque in a certain corner, with "Xu Jizi" written crookedly on it, this is really strange, I have never seen anyone use his name as a door plaque, and Still throwing it here so casually.

Yang Jian first knocked on the door politely, then shouted three times, but still no one answered.There is not even a gatekeeper here. Although Chen Xiang was puzzled, he still stood behind Yang Jian and remained silent.

Just when his patience was exhausted, the door suddenly opened, and an old and aged voice came from inside, "You are a guest from afar, come in quickly." The slow and deep voice gave people a quiet and indifferent feeling, which made people Chen Xiang's restless and impatient heart instantly calmed down.

It seems that he is another not simple character. The three worlds are really crouching dragons and hiding tigers. The real masters are probably hidden in the mountains and villages. Chen Xiang imitated Yang Jian's movements and made a series.

"The junior disturbed the senior." Yang Jian said, pulling Chen Xiang to walk inwards. Only then did Chen Xiang discover the simple desolation here, with weeds and vines growing wantonly, not even a clear road, and houses not far away It seems to be randomly built and pieced together, which looks more bleak and cold than the gate.

Yang Jian did not take him into the main hall, but walked directly towards the backyard from a small path on the side, passing through a few dry trees and walking along the blue stones, he saw a boy with a white hair and a fairy road. The bone-boned old man was sitting on a stone bench, concentrating on a game of chess placed on the stone table.

Black and white are distinct on the chessboard, and they are facing each other. Between black and white, Chen Xiang has already determined that the game is a foregone conclusion. The white pieces are scattered, the black pieces are pressing each other, and the white pieces are in danger. The chess game that is a foregone conclusion is studied with relish.

"This chess game is the leftover game left by the two gods in the early days of the prehistoric period. Pindao Guang collected treasures, but he still hasn't figured out the meaning of this game. The victory between black and white seems to be decided. It's just the last crucial move, but why did this chess player stop." The old man stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed.

Chen Xiang and Yang Jian looked at each other, and did not understand the meaning of the old man. After a long time, the old man put away the chess in his hand, "Oh! Yang Jian, you brat, you don't come here once in a thousand years, why do you have the time to come to Pindao today?" He stood up , while looking at the boy in black, "I haven't seen you for a thousand years, you kid has finally enlightened, where did you abduct this kid from?"

The child... abducted...

Chen Xiang lowered his eyes silently, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, but Yang Jian seemed to have become accustomed to the old man's teasing, he said respectfully, "This is Yang Jian's friend, and it's not what you think, to be honest, Yang Jian is this time I want to borrow a treasure from you." "Oh?" The old man's meaningful eyes fell on Chen Xiang's body, which made Chen Xiang inexplicably chill, and always felt that the old man's eyes were indescribably strange, as if they were looked at by the village head Liu in the village. The eyes of his daughter-in-law.

"Have you decided?" The old man asked inexplicably, you have decided to use the only chance, the only wish that Pindao bestowed on you.

Yang Jian looked indifferent and nodded indifferently.

what's the situation?

Chen Xiang was full of doubts and didn't understand what charades they were playing.The old man smiled at Chen Xiang, "I have already guessed your intentions, but Yang Jian, Shui Linglong is not so easy to manipulate, and it will take a lot of effort to get that thing."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal-clear diamond-shaped gemstone from the cloud sleeve, in which ice-blue flower buds were suspended, and white silk like crystal snow floated up and down around it.

Seeing Yang Jian put away carefully, Chen Xiang was full of doubts, but didn't ask any questions.Anyway, he would tell him sooner or later, and stayed with Xu Jizi for one night, and the next day, they stood on Feng Ling's back and headed towards the Western Regions.

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In winter, the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, the wind is cold and freezing, and the translucent ice is piled up. The branches hang down, and the ice and snow are covered with small beads.

Yang Jian ordered Feng Ling and Xiao Tiangou to wait for them at the foot of the mountain, and the two headed towards Tianchi.

Tianchi reflects the blue sky and white clouds, snow peaks and green grass, surrounded by spruce.The water surface is calm, clear like a mirror, just getting close to it, there will be a little bit of coolness.Chen Xiang was almost intoxicated by the beautiful blue color, he hadn't smelled such a pure and natural breath for a long time.

The breeze was blowing on his face, which cleared his mind a lot.

"Jian? Why did you bring me here?" Finally, Chen Xiang asked the man beside him who had been silent since just now.

"This Tianchi contains the purest aura in the world. Many gods and demons once snatched this Tianchi, which caused many bloody disputes. Later, Xu Jizi set up an enchantment here with Shui Linglong to protect this pure land. That puts an end to the war."

Yang Jian watched the rare and beautiful scenery, and explained, "Actually, what is really precious is not the pure lake water, but the purple jade flute in the abyss of the lake water."

Purple jade flute?Chen Xiang's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name, for some reason, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the name, as if it belonged to him.

"Chen Xiang, I will open the enchantment of Shui Linglong in a while, can you help me get the purple jade flute in the lake?"

"Of course, if it's just like this, there is no problem." Chen Xiang said confidently.

Yang Jian took a step forward and sacrificed Shui Linglong. The rhombus-shaped gemstone flew towards the center of Tianchi with blue brilliance.The icy chill spread from the center of the lake, and Yang Jian's eyes turned cold. He poured his mana into Shui Linglong continuously. If such a huge formation was to be broken, it would cost him almost three cents just to break the first layer of seal. bis mana.

With the crisp clicking sound, a piece of ice visible to the naked eye spread over the lake, and finally gathered in the center of the lake. I saw ice blue flower buds slowly falling into the water in Linglong, and a blue ice lotus stood upright in the lake. In the heart, the white silk turned into a streamer and circled and floated around the ice lotus.

Chen Xiang was fascinated by the stunning beauty, he held his breath, waiting for the flowers to bloom, but he didn't notice the instantly pale face of the man beside him.

Still struggling, Yang Jian saw that the second seal was about to be opened, but the ice lotus was still unwilling to bloom, so he became cruel and sent his last magic power to the flower along with his spiritual consciousness.

As the flowers bloomed slowly, Yang Jian's aura became even more disordered, and his mana was completely consumed. This feeling of being hollowed out in an instant was very bad, not to mention that he still had to use his divine sense to control the ice lotus to open the purple lotus. The ban on the jade flute.

Drops of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead. Just like what Xu Jizi said, Shui Linglong is not as easy to control as he imagined, and his consciousness is often rebounded and repelled by Shui Linglong. At this time, the mental power will be devoured.

found it!A flash of light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he forcibly urged his spiritual consciousness to open the confinement with Shui Linglong. Above the ice lotus, a blue light flashed, and the transparent water droplets gradually gathered to form a delicate flute.

"Chen Xiang." Yang Jian solemnly reminded the young man, and Chen Xiang turned his attention. He tapped his toes, slid across the water, and floated in front of the ice lotus. She was unbelievably obedient in front of him, and when he approached, she even rubbed his palm affectionately.

Is this treasure actually conscious?I just don't know what Zi Yuxiao does to make Jian pay so much attention to it.

He was puzzled in his heart, but the refreshing breath coming from Ziyuxiao made him feel very familiar. He stretched out his hand to grab Ziyuxiao, and the cold and silky feeling conveyed in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, he trembled all over, and a few fragments loomed in his mind, the darkness was still unexplored, and there were countless wonderful or strange light spots suspended in the air. The vast and mysterious world made him almost intoxicated, and he looked a little crazy up.

Suddenly, an anxious cry brought him back to his senses, "Chen Xiang, don't just stand there, come back quickly." Yang Jian shouted anxiously.

Only then did Chen Xiang come back to his senses, he hurriedly

Putting away the purple jade flute and taking a closer look, the flute lost its clear brilliance and put away the icy chill, just like an ordinary purple bamboo flute, with a few wisps of white in the dark purple.

Turning on his toes, he returned to the shore of the lake with his sleeves in his arms. The ice gradually receded from the center of the lake. The ice lotus flower turned into an ice sculpture, and the moment Zi Zhuxiao left, it turned into ice chips and shattered.

Chen Xiang was about to say that he had already got Ziyu Xiao, but he saw the man in white suddenly lost all color on his face by the lake bank, his body was crooked, and he was on the verge of falling.

"Jian, are you okay?" Chen Xiang hurried up and held him by the waist. He took Yang Jian and squatted down slowly, letting the man lean on him. A thin layer of sweat appeared on Yang Jian's forehead, and his lips He was pale, he had lost a lot of blood, and now he was so exhausted that he didn't want to move.

"I'm fine, Chen Xiang." He didn't want to worry the boy, so he smiled reluctantly, "You got it?"

"Well, look." He took Ziyuxiao out of his sleeve and handed it to Yang Jian. "It went smoothly unexpectedly. I thought there would be some kind of trap." Chen Xiang didn't say anything about the strange scenes he saw, As he spoke, he squeezed his sleeve robe to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Chen Xiang, put it away." Yang Jian smiled slightly, and pushed the young man's hand, "The original attribute of Ziyu flute is water, and it has been in this Tianchi for tens of millions of years, so it is more suitable for absorbing it." The purest source in the world can change in thousands of ways, it can be used for both attack and defense, and of course the sound attack is the most powerful, no less than an ancient artifact."

This was what he decided very early on. Instead of worrying about the young man encountering more powerful enemies in the future, it is better to give him a weapon that can be used both offensively and defensively. He can also feel at ease, but to get it, the master must obtain it himself. Otherwise, he doesn't need to bring the boy here himself. "Jian, I can't accept such a valuable thing." Chen Xiang shook his head, he had no idea that Yang Jian brought him here for this purpose, which made him happy but also a little moved.

"Since we met, I haven't given you anything. Today is your birthday." Yang Jian stroked the boy's long black hair, feeling that the silky long hair was so comfortable that he didn't want to let go.

"How about treating this as my birthday present to you? I know you love Xiao, and you also use it as a weapon on weekdays. Why don't I just give you this."

Seeing the young man opening his mouth to speak, he raised his eyebrows and stopped the young man's refusal, "How about accepting it? Agarwood?" His gentle gaze met the young man's, and the deep and soft voice made the young man nod involuntarily.

After a long time, seeing the playful smile on the man's face, Chen Xiang was instantly embarrassed, he was actually tempted again, damn it, he's a beauty trick.

The man's soft thin lips were printed on his forehead, and a warm voice murmured "Happy Birthday, Chen Xiang."