[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

Yang Jian recognized the person in the painting as his master, Jin Ling, but Jin Ling was not so small, nor had such a round baby fat face, nor had he ever smiled so happily.

The Jin Ling he knew was as thin as a green bamboo, as cold and arrogant as a red plum in the snow, he didn't like to joke, and he didn't like colorful flowers.

On her clothes, not a single flower was embroidered, and the faint golden thread coiled into the shape of auspicious clouds.

Yang Jian took the painting and put it back in the page.

That was Jin Ling's past, and it had nothing to do with him.

Whether Jin Ling is naive or immature, it doesn't matter if he is out of touch, it's all in the past, and the Jin Ling in his eyes is now.

Yang Jian put the book back to its original position, the pressure from far to near, Yuanshi Tianzun came back.

Yang Jian quickly tidied up the room as it was when the white crane left. He hid his breath and quietly landed on the bright flowers blooming at the window.

Yuanshi Tianzun opened the door and walked in, his gaze as calm as an ancient well slowly scanned everything in the room, and his gaze finally fell on the book with the small statue of the golden spirit in it.

The crabapple flowers at the window were just in bloom, Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his gaze, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and exhaled and purified his mind.

Under the brilliance, the dewdrops passing by became more and more crystal clear, and the coercion of Yuanshi Tianzun disappeared, and Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuanshi Tianzun said: "Come out."

Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, and Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly, "I won't kill you."

Sure enough, everyone below the saint was an ant, and no matter how infinitely close to the saint's mana the golden spirit gave him, he was still not a saint.

It's just a little more powerful ants.

Yang Jian sighed softly, showed his figure, and bowed to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes tightly and didn't even look at him, but asked, "What are you doing here?"

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Yang Jian thought of countless excuses, but seeing Yuanshi Tianzun's face sinking like water, he also denied all of them.

Yang Jian replied: "The disciple came to investigate the real cause of Master's death."

"Your master..."

Yuanshi Tianzun opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and unwavering, they fell on Yang Jian, and said, "Dead?"

I don't know if it was Yang Jian's illusion, the mottled brilliance fell on Yuanshi Tianzun, his face was bright and dark, and there was a bit of loneliness.

As soon as this idea came out, Yang Jian found it extremely ridiculous.

How can Yuanshi Tianzun, who is so arrogant and defiant, feel lonely?Even if there is, it should be the loneliness of the high place, not the sympathetic loneliness.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and said, "The master was present last night, so why do you need to ask the disciples?"

That scene was frozen in Yang Jian's heart, repeated over and over again.

Yang Jian clenched his fist slightly, and there were faintly bulging veins on the back of his hand. Finally, he let go of his hand again, and the corners of his clothes were wrinkled by his grasp.

If he had been stronger, if he had been a saint, perhaps Jin Ling, he would not have encountered that kind of thing.

Yang Jian looked up at Yuanshi Tianzun, how could he watch the golden soul disappear in smoke?

Didn't Yuanshi Tianzun and Jin Ling have an ambiguous past?Yuanshi Tianzun still kept the statue of Jin Ling, but how could he remain indifferent?

Yuanshi Tianzun waved his sleeves, and the portrait caught in the page flew out and fluttered down in front of Yang Jian.

The girl in the painting is just in her prime, delicate and pretty, a look that Yang Jian has never seen before.

Yuanshi Tianzun said: "The Sri Lankan has gone, so it is useless to keep the painting."

Yang Jian squeezed the portrait tightly, his fingertips turned slightly white.

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at him, then looked away, half-closed his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "You ruined it."

Yang Jian's fingers trembled slightly, he folded the portrait neatly, and carefully placed it in his arms.

The long eyelashes cast shadows on his face, and Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly said: "I will take you as a disciple."

Yang Jian froze, Yuanshi Tianzun continued: "There is also Wen Zhongyu Yuan, let's call here together."

"Tongtian can't protect you."

Begonia flowers gently swing their waists with the breeze, and the dewdrops on the petals slip quietly and fall into the soil at the roots, disappearing instantly.

Yang Jian said: "When the thunder was about to fall, it was the leader who sacrificed the Qingping sword first."

"And you and Laojun stopped the leader."

That night Yang Jian saw it clearly, the Qingping sword of the master of Tongtian was stopped by Yuan Shi and Lao Tzu, until the sky thunder disappeared, and the surroundings returned to silence, the Qingping sword of the master of Tongtian also failed to help Jin Ling away from the 33rd heaven God's punishment.

Yuanshi Tianzun raised his eyes, and Yang Jian in front of him straightened his back, slightly pursed his thin lips, and contained anger in his eyes.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked away again, and said: "I will not ask my disciples to be on the list of gods."

"As for the others, it has nothing to do with me."

Yuanshi Tianzun flicked his sleeves, Yang Jian was swept by a hurricane and blown out of the door.

The door closed with a snap, and Yuanshi Tianzun's cold voice came from inside: "I'll give you three days to think about it."

The crabapple flowers at the window were shaken, and the petals fell like rain. Yuanshi Tianzun saw it, and with a finger, the petals that had fallen in the mud returned to the flower branches one after another.

Delicate and charming as before.

Yang Jian stood outside the door, looking at the closed door quietly. The moment he saw the small statue, he could almost confirm that Yuanshi Tianzun had a golden spirit in his heart, but Yuanshi Tianzun then asked him to tear up the small statue. The indifference of the image made him deny this idea.

If Jin Ling dies, the small statue is the last link between Yuanshi Tianzun and Jin Ling. If Yuanshi Tianzun really likes Jin Ling, he would be reluctant to destroy the small statue.

As for what Yuanshi Tianzun said later about accepting him as a disciple, he fell into confusion again.

There are so many elite disciples under Jiejiao, why only accept him and Wen Zhongyu Yuan?Is it just because they are Jin Ling's disciples?

Yang Jian closed his eyes and sighed softly, and drove back to Penglai Island on the cloud.

Thinking of Yuanshi Tianzun's firm words, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, what does it mean "I won't let my disciples be on the list of gods?"

Could it be that Yuanshi Tianzun has already thought of a countermeasure?

Looking back at Yang Jian, the Qilin Cliff under the blessing of Huaguang is bright and dark.

Yang Jian returned to Qilin Cliff again.

The three big characters of Yuxu Palace are neat and solemn, and the air of coercion spreads over the surface.

Yang Jian knocked on the door of Yuanshi Tianzun's room and said, "I am willing to worship under the door of Yuxu Palace."

On Sanxian Island, Yun Xiao was playing the piano, after hearing Duo Bao's words, he smiled softly and said, "When did Master become so cautious?"

Duobao said: "It's not that Master is cautious, but..."

Yun Xiao stopped the strings with his fingers, and said, "Brother, it's okay to say."

Duobao sighed and looked at Yunxiao.

There are two great beauties under Jiejiao's sect, one is the golden spirit who is as cold as ice and does not touch the fireworks in the world, and the other is Yunxiao who always smiles when he sees people.

The looks are evenly divided, and the two people's morals are also neck and neck. They are both at the quasi-sage level. It only takes one chance to prove the Dao.

Duobao said: "Junior Sister Jinling is dead."

The string under Yun Xiao's finger broke suddenly, and there was a soft sound. Bi Xiao was startled and said, "How is this possible?"

"Senior Sister Jinling is the head of female immortals..."

Qiong Xiao burst into flames, furious: "Who killed her?"

Duobao closed his eyes, his toga and sleeves fluttered in the wind, and said, "33 Heaven's punishment above heaven."

"Under the saint, there is no possibility of survival."

Yun Xiao put down the lyre, got up from his seat, and squinted at the clouds.

The light of the Golden Crow passes through the lingering clouds and mist, and sprinkles the sun on the world.

"it is good."

Yun Xiao's voice was slightly cold: "I'll go back with you."

His fingers clenched the dark cloud pattern's sleeves tightly.

Yunxiao let go of her sleeves again, and brushed her temple hair that was blown by the sea breeze casually. The beaded emerald tassels in her hair made a pleasant sound. She smiled softly, but her eyes were filled with frost. The human body trembled, as if falling into an ice cave.

Yun Xiao said casually, "It's time for someone to replace that seat."

Above the nine heavens, the person sitting in that supreme position now is Jin Ling.

The Jade Emperor was still sleeping, so she went to God Haotian again.

Although she didn't want to force God Haotian to do something he didn't like, but the conferment of the god was imminent, and Yang Jian went to Qilin Cliff again, so she really didn't want to wait like this any longer.

Since Haotian God said that there is another way, let's try it, it's better than waiting here.

In a chaotic clock, the auspicious clouds are still unable to gather.

Jin Ling couldn't help but said, "Do you want to drag on like this?"

Thinking about Yaochi Golden Mother who sacrificed herself to the tiger, Yang Jian who went to Qilin Cliff, and the wrongness of going to inquire about Princess Longji, Jin Ling frowned slightly, and said: "We can't afford to delay."

"Cough cough."

What responded to her was God Haotian coughing violently.

After a while, the cough stopped.

Haotian's voice was a bit older than before, and he said: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that this method is against the harmony of heaven, and it may not be beneficial to your practice."

Jin Ling quickly said: "I've been out of my wits for a long time, and now I'm just a wisp of spiritual consciousness, so why do I have to worry about my practice?"

As soon as the words fell, he understood the meaning of God Haotian.

The bright yellow gown was worn straight by her, and the tassels on the crown moved slightly, flapping, shaking her sight.

Haotian smiled wryly, and said: "Gu knows that you don't want to, so Gu also doesn't want to mention it to you."

Jin Ling lowered his eyes and said, "Let me think about it."

She is not afraid of death, nor is she afraid of disappearing into thin air and being turned into ashes. As long as she can regain her destiny and protect all the disciples under Jiejiao, she is willing to do anything.

However, this was the only thing she didn't want to do.

33 Above Chongtian, Tiandao shouted loudly: "Why did you betray the orphan?!"

The Golden Mother of Yaochi fell to the ground, weeping with drooping eyebrows, like a peony caged with smoke.

The constantly twisting and turning Taiji pattern slowly calmed down.

Yaochi Golden Mother said in a low voice: "I have never been with you, so why talk about betrayal?"

"you!"

In the Tai Chi diagram, two rays of light shot out instantly, strangling Yao Chi's slender neck.

Yaochi closed his eyes and said softly: "You kill me."

The Jade Emperor in the ravioli started to wake up, with sweat dripping from his forehead, Jin Ling closed his eyes and said, "It found us."

Haotian said silently, "Everything is over."

Jin Ling opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were cold: "No."

"I accept your offer."

"Right now!"

The author has something to say:

Haotian: No no no, Gu refuses

Orphan will be skinned and cramped QAQ