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

Although Nezha felt that being a god is not bad, he didn't want to watch Yang Jian get killed. After all, the list of gods can only be entered after death.

Nezha pulled Yang Jian's sleeve and kept urging him to leave quickly.

Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and looked at the little boy who only reached his waist, stroking the fingers between his thumbs, and said calmly, "Why should I go?"

Nezha glanced back and saw that no one was following. He stood on tiptoe and whispered to Yang Jian, "Are you stupid? You're not..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Baihe boy transforming into the ground, Nezha took a step forward, and Hun Tianling surrounded him, protecting Yang Jian behind him.

Boy Baihe glanced at Nezha indifferently, bowed to Yang Jian, and said, "Teacher."

Nezha was startled, and looked up at Yang Jian. Yang Jian stroked his hair, and nodded to Baihe Boy expressionlessly.

"You...are the headmaster?"

Nezha frowned, his little face was full of doubts: "Where is that cold and beautiful sister?"

Cold and beautiful, Yang Jian instantly thought of Jin Ling's alienated and cold face.

Thinking of Jin Ling, Yang Jian's heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat, and Boy Baihe said calmly, "But fellow Daoist Jin Ling?"

"Yes, that's her name"

Nezha nodded, somewhat confused about the relationship between Yang Jian and Jin Ling.

That day, Yang Jian talked to each other as a master, and called him very affectionately. How could he become the head teacher of explaining teachings within a year?

Isn't it like fire and water to explain and cut off the two teachings?

The disciple of Jiejiao came to be the head teacher of Chanjiao, is the disciple of Chanjiao crazy?

Boy Baihe said: "Fellow Daoist Jinling wants to take the head teacher as his disciple."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, thinking about Baihe boy's words.

Although his memory is quite vague, but thinking about it carefully, there is such a thing. Jin Ling said that he has a high level of comprehension.

Boy Baihe looked at the thoughtful Yang Jian, and continued: "Jiejiao is not an orthodox way, and the headmaster didn't want to, so he worshiped under the master's sect."

"Oh, I see."

Nezha accepted Huntian Ling, looked up with joy, and said to Yang Jian, "That's great, so I don't have to meet you on the battlefield."

The group on Skull Mountain, Jin Ling's unfathomable cultivation, and Yang Jian's benevolent heart all left a great impression on Nezha.

After returning, Taiyi reminded him that if he met Jin Ling in the future, he must go around. He was the strongest Jin Immortal under Nuwa, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

Nezha said seriously: "Although that sister is good-looking, she is fierce and not good at all."

"fierce?"

Thinking of Jin Lingruo's eyebrows and eyes reflecting the Milky Way in autumn water, Yang Jian's eyes widened.

She is not fierce at all.

On the contrary, it is very gentle.

Like a breeze blowing over the tip of the lotus in summer, the lotus leaves swayed and created waves.

Bai He frowned and said, "Teacher, go back, I want to come to all senior brothers, the discussion has been completed."

Yang Jian nodded, Nezha tugged at his sleeve: "Can I go together?"

"can."

The broken rule that three generations of disciples are not allowed to enter the mountain gate should have been changed a long time ago.

Yuanshi Tianzun is a sage with a spiritual obsession with cleanliness. He has always adhered to the idea of ​​preferring lack to excess, so that ten thousand immortals have come to stop teaching, and the twelve golden immortals are still alone in explaining teaching.

Although this kind of behavior ensures the authenticity of the Chanjiao Dao, it also creates a situation where the Chanjiao Immortal is single and lonely.

The new successor Yang Jian felt that this practice must be changed.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary means should be used.

Now that the battle between the Shang and Zhou dynasties has started, and the curtain of the Conferred Gods has begun, it would be too hypocritical to entangle with the old rules of the past.

Yang Jian led Nezha back to the main hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Nezha tactfully went to his master Taiyi, and did not follow Yang Jian to play on the futon in the middle.

Boy Baihe put a futon next to Daoist Taiyi, Taiyi thanked him, and Nezha sat down.

Yang Jian lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down in the middle.

Boy Baihe transmitted the secret message of what happened just now to the Antarctic Immortal.

The Antarctic Immortal half-closed his eyebrows, secretly looking at Yang Jian from the corner of his eye.

As usual, Yang Jian didn't see any clues, and people couldn't see his mood at all. He just assigned tasks to the disciples below one by one.

His clarity of thinking and thoughtfulness are no less than that of Yuanshi Tianzun who has been in charge of explaining and teaching for many years.

Nanji Xianweng took a sip of tea, and suddenly understood why Yuanshi Tianzun refused to choose many disciples, but chose Yang Jian, who was cut off from teaching and had entanglements with Jin Ling.

Yang Jian has a deep chest, strategizing, which is not available in the disciples of Chanjiao. Only he has the power to fight against the scheming Lao Tzu.

At the same time, he is Jin Ling's new apprentice, and he has taught and taught. Because of his past affection, Jin Ling will also protect him in front of Lao Tzu and Tong Tian.

To protect him is to protect and teach.

In this way, even if there is no Yuanshi Tianzun, Lao Tzu will not rashly attack Yang Jian even if he is afraid of the golden spirit. The three religions are still involved with each other, and no one can truly overpower the other.

Yuanshi Tianzun had expected such a day long ago, so he arranged all this in advance. Even if he fell, the situation of the three religions was still under his control.

From the saint Jinxian to the mortal ant, they are all pawns in his hands. No one can escape the fate of being controlled by him. Even Haotian and the way of heaven above the saints have been calculated by him.

Nanji Xianweng's pupils darkened a little.

The world is a game of chess, but now it is no longer the saint who is in charge of the ups and downs.

Yang Jian's words have come to the end: "Remember, don't act alone."

All the golden fairies said yes in unison, and then went out one after another to do what Yang Jian had told them not to mention it.

Boy Baihe sent them out, and only Yang Jian and Nanji Xianweng were left in the room.

With the light of the Golden Crow, Qilin Cliff is no longer deserted as it was before. It is warm everywhere. At the window, Yuanshi Tianzun's favorite crabapple flower stretches its waist and blooms beautifully against the light of the Golden Crow.

The tea that has been brewed twice is already a bit weak, and the sweet and greasy fragrance of flowers is no longer as strong as when it was first brewed.

Scented tea is Yuanshi Tianzun's favorite tea, he would drink several pots every day, Baihe Boy doesn't know Yang Jian's preference, the tea these days is still scented tea.

Sometimes Yang Jian can't understand how a person as majestic and stern as Yuanshi Tianzun likes this kind of sweet and greasy scented tea. In Yang Jian's perception, this kind of scented tea is only liked by little girls in the world.

After drinking scented tea for several days, Yang Jian's doubts became deeper and deeper.

When Yang Jian had something on his mind, he would involuntarily frowned, looking thoughtful, as if he was plotting something.

Although Yang Jian's face is extremely coquettish and has a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, but when coupled with a sitting posture and a serious face that is concerned about the country and the people, it is easy to give people an illusion of unfathomable thoughts .

Nanji Xianweng touched the teacup with his fingers, thought about the secret voice between Boy Baihe and him just now, and then looked at Yang Jian's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

But after all, the Antarctic fairy is a fairy who has lived for thousands of years, and has been touched by Yuanshi Tianzun for so many years. He still has the cultivation of not showing his emotions, so he glanced at Yang Jian lightly from the corner of his eye. , asked casually: "Is there something on your mind?"

"Have."

Yang Jian answered quickly, holding the teacup in his hand, and did not take it to his mouth for a long time.

The Antarctic immortal looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and felt guilty again.

Yang Jian has the cultivation level that Jin Lingdu gave him before. He is invincible under a saint, and he has such a relationship with Jin Ling. Since the fall of Yuanshi Tianzun, Yang Jian is the biggest trump card and the thickest one Big legs, no matter how guilty he is, he can't let go.

After all, the current elucidation and teaching, whether it is planning and calculation, or profound morality, must count Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, the head teacher, must do it.

Nanji Xianweng smiled, and turned the topic to conferring gods, saying: "Although conferring gods is coming soon, the head teacher doesn't need to put too much pressure on himself, just obey the fate and do what people do, that's all."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, and he smiled, "You think I'm worried about Fengshen?"

The tea in Nanji Xianweng's hands made very small waves, he put it down, laughed dumbfounded, and said: "It turned out that I was overthinking, don't blame the teacher."

Yang Jian pinched the tea lid with his hands, gently scraped off the floating tea, and took another sip, the sweetness of scented tea diffused between his lips and teeth in an instant.

Putting down the cup, Yang Jian raised his head and said calmly: "My concern is a private matter."

Nanji Xianweng's heart was shocked, but his face was as usual, and he said calmly: "Personal matter?"

Yang Jian nodded, looked away from Anji Xianweng, fell on the tea on the table, and said, "Tell me, why does Master like to drink scented tea?"

Nanji Xianweng froze for a moment while holding the teacup, then quickly returned to normal, and said, "It's just this?"

"nature."

Yang Jian smiled, met the gaze of Nanji Xianweng, and said, "What do you think is going on?"

Nanji Xianweng's smile finally reached his eyes, and said: "This is beyond the guesswork of this disciple."

Yang Jian had a panoramic view of the subtle changes in the expression of the Antarctic Fairy, paused for a while, and said, "I'm going to go down the mountain with Jiang Ziya."

"With my help, Jiang Ziya would not have worked so hard."

Nanji Xianweng's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "No."

"how?"

Yang Jian raised his eyelids slightly, remembering what Nezha said in the back mountain.

Nanji Xianweng quickly calmed down again, straightened his thoughts, and said: "The body of a thousand gold does not sit in a dangerous hall, the head teacher only needs to plan a strategy on Qilin Cliff."

But Yang Jian said slowly: "You know better than me how the disciples are doing. I will go down the mountain with three generations of disciples, and you will stay at Qilin Cliff."

Nanji Xianweng is very clear about the strength of Jinjiao Jinxian, and he is far from being a match for the second generation disciple of Jiejiao, but if Yang Jian is allowed to go down the mountain, he is really worried.

After all, the master-student relationship between Yang Jian and Jin Ling is real.

In a dilemma, Nanji Immortal sighed and said: "Jiejiao's disciples are all ruthless, if something happens to the headmaster, what should the teacher do?"

Jin Ling's cold face appeared in Yang Jian's heart, and the fingertips that had touched her cheek became inexplicably numb, Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he said, "She won't kill me."

There were many mysteries between them that he couldn't figure out. Before they were solved, he felt that she would not put him to death.

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