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

When Yang Jian realized it, his fingers were already on Jin Ling's face,

Jin Ling's face was softer and cooler than he imagined, as smooth as fine silk.

The breeze was blowing Jin Ling's hair, and her hair brushed lightly over his fingers, itching, and her eyes also fell on his fingers, when she looked down, the coldness of the past was a little less points, inexplicably good-looking.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and his voice became a little flustered: "Hold me, I'm sorry."

However, the touch in the hand rushed to the chest along with the blood, which was numb and numb, causing the heart to beat much faster.

Jin Ling didn't speak, she still looked cold and distant in the past, her eyes were indifferent, and she didn't feel any discomfort caused by his abruptness at all, as if he and her were supposed to be so close.

The light of the Golden Crow was a bit dazzling, Yang Jian was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, the Golden Spirit had already left on the cloud without leaving him a word.

Yang Jian was in a mess.

Stretching out his hand, the fingertips seemed to still have the softness of her cheeks, soft and soft, like stretching his hand into a clear spring in summer, it was very comfortable, and made him feel like he wanted to stay for a while longer impulse.

"Headmaster."

Boy Baihe bowed to him and said, "Deputy Headmaster, please go to the front hall to discuss matters."

The original deputy head teacher was Ran Deng. In the melee just now, he took Samantabhadra Manjusri and Fear Liusun's apostasy, and joined the Western religion. The current deputy head teacher is Nanji Xianweng.

Weng Renhou, the Antarctic fairy, entrusted him with many things, so Yang Jian was more at ease.

"understood."

Yang Jian folded his hands in his sleeves, took a few deep breaths, and turned his mind back to the matter of teaching.

Now that it was time for life and death for Chanjiao, he couldn't be distracted by Jin Ling, although he could feel that Jin Ling had no malice towards him, and even cared about him.

Suppressing the numerous thoughts, Yang Jian asked, "Have all the disciples arrived?"

Yuanshi Tianzun fell, and the teaching disciples had their own feelings. Some adjusted their breath and rushed over, and some, like Jiang Ziya, feared that the catastrophe would come and harm themselves. After weighing the pros and cons, they stayed in their caves.

Without Yuanshi Tianzun, Chanjiao would lose its backbone, and it would be a mess everywhere. If Yang Jian hadn't suppressed it with thunder, I am afraid that the current Chanjiao would have been a mess.

It was also Yang Jian's intention to summon all the disciples to return to Qilin Cliff.

The conferment of the gods is imminent, and there is no sage in charge of teaching, so he needs to find a way for his disciples to make a living. If he can't be on the list of gods, he won't be on the list of gods, although this wish is very slim.

But he always has to try.

Yuanshi Tianzun entrusted him with such a heavy burden, and he could not live up to Yuanshi Tianzun's trust.

Boy Baihe replied: "If you go back to the head teacher, except for a few apostates, all the remaining disciples have arrived."

Yang Jian nodded.

Yang Jian was holding the fan, and as soon as he stepped into the door, a voice rang out: "Huh, Yang Jian?"

Nanji Xianweng gave him a sharp look and said: "Don't be rude, this is the head teacher."

Yang Jian followed the voice and saw a man in a dark green Taoist robe, his hair was tied casually with a bamboo hairpin, and he looked at him with bright eyes, but after hearing the reprimand from the Antarctic fairy, the man flattened his mouth, Feeling aggrieved, he rolled up his sleeves, bowed to Yang Jian, and said, "Teacher."

Yang Jian nodded slightly, searched his memory, and asked hesitantly, "Yu Ding?"

Yuding's reddish eye circles faded a bit, and he stepped forward to reminisce with him, but just after he took half a step, Nanji Xianweng coughed heavily, his eyes became more serious, and he said coldly: "Yuding!"

Reverend Yuding shrank his neck, and slowly retracted his stepping foot, like an angry little daughter-in-law, staring at the tip of his toes and stopped talking.

For Yuding, Yang Jian has an extremely vague memory.

It seemed that he had seen Yuding when he was in the world. Yuding said that he was very talented, and it would be a waste if he didn't practice immortality, so he directed him to Qilin Cliff in Kunlun Mountain to worship Yuanshi Tianzun, the head teacher of Yuxu Palace, as his teacher.

The Twelve Golden Immortals had already found a cave to live outside. If there was nothing important to do, they basically didn't go back to Qilin Cliff. Therefore, although Yang Jian worshiped under Yuanshi Tianzun, he didn't have much contact with the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Seriously, Yuding is the golden fairy he has contacted the most.

So it was normal for Yuding to be surprised when he saw that he had become the head teacher.

After all, the news that Yang Jian asked Baihe Boy to send only said that the new head teacher called them back to Qilin Cliff, but did not say who the new head teacher was.

After figuring it out, Yang Jian didn't care much about Yu Ding's attitude.

After Yang Jian took his seat on the futon where Yuanshi Tianzun was sitting, the Nanji fairy led all the golden fairies to greet him.

Yang Jian nodded, and the golden fairies took their seats on the futon one after another. The Baihe boy offered a cup of hot tea. Yang Jian took it, took a sip, and put it on the table. His eyes swept over the fairies, and he said slowly: "I think everyone already knows , that’s why I called everyone back.”

The faces of the immortals were sad, and Yuding had already begun to wipe away tears with his sleeves. Yang Jian said lightly: "The catastrophe has come, if someone follows the example of burning the lamp, Yang Jian will never stop."

Yuding spat and said: "If you want to go, go, I will guard Yuxu Palace."

Nanji Xianweng frowned slightly, Taiyi, who was sitting beside Yuding, tugged at Yuding's sleeves, frowned and rounded his words, and said: "The worst result is nothing more than the soul entering the list of gods, why should we be afraid? "

"Teaching for one day, teaching for a lifetime, please rest assured the teacher."

All the immortals said yes, Yang Jian stroked the Moyu finger on his thumb, frowned slightly, and said, "Very good."

"But I have some bad news for you."

All the immortals were startled, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were frank: "The worst result is that the soul will be wiped out, and the bones will be ashes."

"The other three sects have always been eyeing my sect, and they will definitely take this opportunity to make trouble, you guys,"

Yang Jian glanced over the immortals, and gently uttered the following two words: "Are you afraid?"

All the immortals froze, Yang Jian clasped his fingers on the table and said, "It's too late to regret it now."

In the silence, Yuding stood up, her voice was a little hoarse due to the reason she cried just now, although she was hoarse, she spoke resoundingly: "I will die on Qilin Cliff if I die!"

"Master treats me so well, I can't do something like apostasy."

Yang Jian paused his fingers slightly, Taiyi Daoist also stood up, and said loudly: "I am willing to die for Master!"

The golden fairies stood up one after another, saying the same words as Master Taiyi: "I am willing to die for Master."

The voice became louder and louder, Yang Jian closed his eyes, and finally a very faint smile appeared in his eyes.

When you condense the scattered sand of the teaching into a ball, the following things will be much simpler.

There are not many second-generation disciples of Chanjiao, far more than the ten thousand immortals who can not stop teaching. Even if Chanjiao is full of disciples to die, and they are all on the list of gods, I am afraid that it is not enough to fill the number given by Haotian.

For this situation, Yang Jian's plan was simple and rude: the more disciples, the better.

For immortals, being on the list of gods is tantamount to restricting one's cultivation, and one's morality can no longer be improved by half. But for mortals, being on the list of gods is a dream.

A mortal has a limited lifespan. In an instant, he will be youthful, his beauty will turn into withered bones, and after a hundred years, he will suffer from the cycle of reincarnation. If he is listed on the list of gods, he will be a priest. If he does not make a big mistake, he will live forever until the heavens are destroyed.

After the discussion, all the golden fairies were discussing who to accept as their disciples. Yang Jian had no plans to accept disciples, so he let them discuss and went out alone.

Seeing this, the Antarctic Immortal gave Bai He Tongzi a wink, Bai He Tong Zi nodded, walked out of the house, instantly transformed, and followed Yang Jian silently.

Daoist Yuding's cultivation is not considered high among all the golden immortals. After so many years, no one has come to worship him as a teacher. The only apprentice who wanted to accept Yang Jian was cut off by Jinling halfway.

Oh, no, it was cut off by Yuanshi Tianzun.

Seeing this, Master Taiyi patted him on the shoulder and came up with an idea: "If there is really no one to choose, then throw a few magic weapons into the lower realms and reincarnate as a mortal."

"A person transformed into a magic weapon has a high level of comprehension, and it is easy to teach."

Yuding's eyes lit up, he pulled Taiyi's sleeve, and said, "That Nezha, is that how he came here?"

Taiyi nodded, Yuding said: "This is a good idea, I will try it."

"By the way, that Nezha, did you come with you this time?"

Taiyi said: "Follow me, Baihe wants all the disciples to come back, so I brought him back too."

Yu Ding asked: "Then where is he now? Let me see, if it's good, I will still send a few magic weapons to the lower realm."

"Three generations of disciples can't enter the mountain gate, he ran to the back mountain to play."

On the back mountain, Nezha was lying among the flowers, turned over, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and saw a black toe.

Nezha was startled.

His cultivation base is already very high, it is impossible for someone to get close to him without his knowledge.

But that was the case, the man stood not far from him, looking down at him condescendingly.

Sure enough, his master didn't lie to him, he taught his disciples Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and if he met one casually, his cultivation level would be far above his.

Nezha sat up and looked at the person coming.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Nezha blurted out: "Yang Jian?"

"Why did you come here?"

Nezha glanced left and right, subconsciously said: "Where is your master? This is not the place for you, you should leave quickly."

Nezha had always kept Yang Jian's pleading with Jin Ling on his behalf back then. If Yang Jian hadn't been there, he, his father, and his master would have all been killed by Jin Ling.

Nezha has always wanted to repay Yang Jian, but suffered from not knowing where Yang Jian had gone, and finally met today, but it was in this kind of place.

He also heard from his master about the matter of enshrining the gods. The three religions are listed on the basis of their own abilities. Although he is young, he also understands the meaning of this. To put it bluntly, it means killing each other. Those who win will continue to cultivate immortals, and those who lose will work for the heaven. .

Nezha stood up, stepped forward to pull Yang Jian, looked around vigilantly, and said, "Hurry up, before they find you."

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A bewildered Yang Jian said:

I am the head teacher, I can go wherever I like