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

Yang Jian's eyes were open, full of suspicion and clear alienation.

His gaze told her that he was no longer her apprentice, he was Yuanshi Tianzun's closed disciple, the most valued Chanjiao Golden Immortal, and now the Chanjiao Zhangjiao after Yuanshi Tianzun.

Jin Ling didn't want to watch it any more.

"You've seen more than me."

Many flowers were planted on Qilin Cliff. After the sun and the moon, the flowers returned to their former tenderness.

Jin Ling looked at the flower garden not far away.

The flowers were so bright that they attracted many butterflies. Jin Ling stretched out her hand, and a butterfly landed on her fingertips.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

The golden spirit in front of him stood facing the wind, the light golden skirt swayed slightly in a beautiful arc, as bright as a cold moon, resigned from the world and independent, with an impeccable innocence that cannot be tolerated in the world.

But somehow, facing such a clear and cold person, Yang Jian easily remembered the painting he saw in Yuanshi Tianzun's room.

The person in the painting is completely different from the person he sees now, with apricot shirt, curved eyebrows and eyes, innocent and immature.

Delicate and pretty, people can't help but feel a little bit of affection when they take a look at it.

But now the Golden Spirit is repelling people thousands of miles away.

In Yang Jian's few memories, Jin Ling never seemed to have smiled. Her smile and her charm were all given to his master, who once prevented her from proving the Tao and became a saint, and later pushed her away at the price of falling. The one who went to the position of saint.

The grievance between the two of them is not a hundred years or a thousand years, but ten thousand years. In the end, Yuanshi Tianzun put an end to this dispute in a decisive and tragic way.

Disturbed thoughts rushed to his heart, a dark light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and then he returned to his calm and self-sufficient appearance.

He was a little envious of Yuanshi Tianzun, who was cared about and cherished by such a person.

Yang Jian looked at Jin Ling, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't blame yourself."

"A sage can know the past and the future. All the master has done for the fellow daoist, the fellow daoist accepts it calmly."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yang Jian felt that his words were really meaningless. What did the matter between her and his master have to do with him?

As soon as this thought came up, it was overwhelmed by another thought: after all, she is someone cherished by the master, and now that the master has fallen, it is normal for him, as a disciple, to explain her away.

What's more, just now she spoke for him and helped him in front of Master Tongtian and Lao Tzu. He should persuade her according to the situation and reason.

Not only people have to look forward, but saints also have to look forward. His master is gone, and it's not a way for her to keep feeling sad like this.

After thinking about it, Yang Jian added another sentence: "Fellow Daoist, my condolences."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Ling's eyes swept over.

That was the fiercest gaze Yang Jian had ever seen in his life, although it was only for a short moment.

Like sword energy piercing the sky, forcing people not to look at her.

Yang Jian suddenly thought of Yuanshi Tianzun.

In a sense, Jin Ling's glance has the forceful aura of Tianzun Yuanshi looking down on the world, but it lacks a little bit of calmness and prestige of Tianzun Yuanshi, and adds a little bit of sharpness that suddenly appears cold.

Yang Jian was silent, and suddenly understood why there are so many female fairies, Yuanshi Tianzun alone has a deep-rooted affection for her.

In the whole world, she is probably the only one with that kind of gaze, which is clear and sharp, with a glance that lasts thousands of years

In a short time, Jin Ling returned to his usual indifference, looked back blankly, and said, "I don't understand what you said."

Yang Jian was clear at the moment, but in his heart he felt a little grievance for Yuanshi Tianzun.

But thinking about it again, after Yuanshi Tianzun fell, Lao Tzu Tongtian began to plot against Chanjiao's disciples before his body was cold. In this case, only Jin Ling withstood the pressure of the two saints and protected Chanjiao.

Asking himself, Yang Jian didn't think the relationship between Jin Ling and the disciples of Chanjiao was good. If it was good, he wouldn't beat up the disciples of Chanjiao when he came to Qilin Cliff.

When the relationship with Chanjiao's disciples was not good, he still chose to help Chanjiao and did not make trouble, what does this mean?

This is probably Aiwujiwu.

Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, and for the sake of her past friendship, she helped explain the education, so that the education will not fall apart at this time.

Obviously Yuanshi Tianzun and Jin Ling both have friendship, why did they go to the point where they will never see each other again?

After thinking about it, I can only sigh that good fortune is tricking people.

Yang Jian looked at Jin Ling softly. For a moment, he wanted to tell Jin Ling that in fact, his master had always had Jin Ling in his heart.

It's just that his master was conceited all his life, and he only said one sentence when he died.

Yang Jian sighed both Yuanshi Tianzun and Jin Ling.

Thinking about Yuanshi Tianzun's value and teaching to him in the past, and thinking about Jinling's protection of the teaching today, his heart softened, and he blurted out a sentence: "Brother Dao, my master has always had you in his heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian felt that the words were too rash, but since he had already said them, he had no choice but to follow along.

Yang Jian took out a painting from his arms and handed it to Jin Ling.

The misunderstanding that Yuanshi Tianzun failed to resolve, then he can resolve it. He is Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple, and he is obliged to help his master resolve this misunderstanding that has been brooding on his master for many years.

However, what he didn't expect was that Jin Ling didn't pick up the painting, and stared at him with cold eyes without any joy in his eyes.

As if what he said was an insignificant matter.

Under that sharp scrutinizing gaze, Yang Jian was stuck for a moment, and after looking at that gaze for a while, Yang Jian understood Yuanshi Tianzun's reluctance to explain.

——Anyone who meets this kind of gaze will feel trembling in the bottom of their hearts.

Jin Ling's cold voice sounded: "You don't think it's because of my uncle that I help explain the teaching?"

"Is not it?"

Yang Jian subconsciously said: "Brother Dao, if Master knows that you do this, he must be very happy."

"unnecessary."

Against the light, Yang Jian couldn't see Jin Ling's expression clearly, but only vaguely saw Jin Ling's deep eyes deepened a little from the glare.

Jin Ling said: "The grievances between me and my uncle have already been settled."

Yang Jian's brows twitched, Du Dao Jiejiao's disciples were sharp and sharp, showing love and hate, but now that he came into contact with Jin Ling, he felt that it was not completely so.

She doesn't have the superciliousness of the disciples of the Jiejiao, nor does the disciples of the Jiejiao have a passionate love and hatred. She has obviously treated Yuanshi Tianzun like this, and she dutifully said that it was over already.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Then why did Brother Dao help explain the teaching today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Ling's gaze swept back again. Unlike the coldness and alienation just now, she looked at him now with a bit of imperceptible helplessness.

"You're wrong, I'm not helping to teach."

She looked at him, her broken hair fell on her forehead, fluttering and fluttering, her voice was low and gentle, like a cool breeze in summer.

Jin Ling said, "I'm helping you."

The breeze rolled up the petals and leaves, and they came one after another.

The petals fell on her hair, she lowered her eyes and then raised her head, the color of her eyes was like autumn water reflecting the galaxy.

Yang Jian's heart beat quickly.

The sound was rapid, like the beating of a drum, and the frantic heartbeat urged his thinking into a quagmire.

"I just don't want to surprise you."

She stretched out her hand to him, her palm was pink and white, and said, "Come home with me, okay?"

Yang Jian's beating heart suddenly stopped beating at this moment, the surrounding noises all lost their voices, and only her bloodless lips opened and closed in the sky and the earth: "Your master, I have always been the only one. "

"It's normal for me to help you, not for Yuanshi Tianzun."

Yang Jian panted lightly, looking down at her fingertips.

"If you keep teaching, maybe one day, you will die in my hands."

Yang Jian's clenched fist slowly loosened again, and his originally stretched brows furrowed tightly.

He believed what she said, but he didn't believe it.

He originally thought that she and Yuanshi Tianzun were in love with each other, but it turned out that Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't ask for it, and she helped explain the teaching only for him.

He couldn't express his feeling in his heart, he wanted to be worthless for Yuanshi Tianzun, but he also felt that things seemed to be like this.

Yang Jian can feel that Yuanshi Tianzun may have her in his heart, but Yuanshi Tianzun's actions are all hurting her, so it is actually quite normal that she doesn't like Yuanshi Tianzun?

For some reason, Yang Jian just felt relieved. As a head teacher, Yuanshi Tianzun is undoubtedly very competent and even excellent, but as a Taoist companion, Yuanshi Tianzun is far from failing.

The wind blew the hair between Yang Jian's forehead, Yang Jian let out a sigh of relief, and wanted to look up to see her expression when she said these words, but he didn't want to look up.

Under her gaze, there was nothing to hide from him.

His composure in front of Lao Tzu and the Master of Tongtian, she only needs to look at him to defeat him.

He didn't know why, it was obvious that he was not familiar with her, and it was the second time they met her today.

But he always has a kind of intimate familiarity with her in his heart. In front of her, he can relax very much, without racking his brains to plan for the future of Chanjiao, and without racking his brains to avoid the covetous eyes of other saints on Chanjiao.

In front of her, he has no scruples.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I am very grateful to fellow Taoist for what happened today."

"In the future, when we meet in battle, if I die at the hands of a fellow Taoist, it will be due to my lack of morality, and I can't blame others."

My mind was in a state of confusion, and some words were subconsciously said almost without brain thinking: "Yang Jian was born as a person who interprets teachings, and when he died, he was a ghost of explaining teachings. Throughout his life, he will never deviate from explaining teachings."

Yang Jian didn't dare to raise his eyes to see Jin Ling's expression at this time, he only noticed from the corner of his eyes that her delicate chin had turned white, and a cold word "good" came to his ears.

"Gold Ling is a good apprentice taught by Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant, and he suddenly raised his head. It was her pale face and dim eyes that met his eye sockets.

The heart began to throb inch by inch, the surrounding wind was blowing the petals, and the sweet smell was overwhelming.

The light of the Golden Crow sprinkled all over Qilin Cliff, coating her delicate face with a very faint halo.

Under the halo, her face was too pale, and her slender shoulders could hardly support the baggy clothes, and the wind could blow her away.

Like a ghost, Yang Jian stretched out his hand.

When his fingertips touched her soft but cold face, Yang Jian's body shook suddenly - what did he do? !