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

Yang Jian unnaturally avoided Yang Chan's questioning gaze.

Everyone he knew was asking him, where did Jin Ling go, as if he and Jin Ling should be together.

But the memory of Jin Ling in his mind was only a few times when he met him, and Jin Ling called him fellow daoist in a distant voice.

Yuanshi Tianzun was his master, he valued him very much, and entrusted him with the important task of elucidating the teachings. If he was really Jin Ling's apprentice, how could Yuanshi Tianzun entrust the elucidation of teachings to the disciple of Jiejiao?

How is it possible to teach him the Eighth, Nine Mysterious Skills and 72 changes?

It is impossible for Yuanshi Tianzun to lie to him, but his sister Yang Chan will not lie to him.

What is the relationship between him and Jin Ling?

It's just that Jin Ling wanted to accept him, but he felt that Jiejiao was not an authentic way, so he rejected Jin Ling and entered into an unpleasant relationship with Chanjiao?

If so, why did Jin Ling protect him every time?

He could feel that even if Jin Ling said that one day you would die in my hands, there was no killing intent in her words, only helplessness.

Bai He boy spoke the original words, Yang Chan'e frowned slightly, obviously not believing Bai He's words, looked at Yang Jian, and said, "Second brother, didn't you always want to worship her before?"

Boy Baihe smiled and said, "Who says it's not? When the head teacher first came to Qilinya, he was still very attached to Fellow Daoist Jinling."

Yang Jian frowned, Baihe Boy's eyes wandered around him, sighed lightly, and said with regret: "What happened between the head teacher and fellow Jin Ling, probably only the head teacher knows."

Yang Jian took a tight breath, but he didn't want to mention Jin Ling any more.

Those inexplicable familiarity and nostalgia for Jin Ling have all found their source.

Even the sudden heart palpitations when facing Jin Ling, everything suddenly became clear.

Perhaps he and Jin Ling are truly unspeakable.

These things cannot be said, which led him to join the sect of Chanjiao who was at odds with Jiejiao.

Boy Baihe said ambiguously, Yang Jian's eyes were dark and slightly sad, Yang Chan was pure in heart, only thought that Yang Jian was trapped by love, so he didn't dare to mention Jin Ling's name again.

Yang Jian's trip is to pick up Yang Chan. The Shang-Zhou war is imminent. Li Jing is a courtier of the Shang Dynasty, so it is not good for him to keep Yang Chan in Li Jing's residence.

Although he believed that Li Jing's character would not be detrimental to Yang Chan, but keeping a rebel girl in the house would not be very good for Li Jing's career.

Yang Jian and Yang Jian left Li's house, but Nezha went to Li Jing and said that he was going to Xiqi as well.

Li Jing was very angry.

Yang Jian is a benefactor, Li Jing has no control over where he wants to go and which emperor he will serve, but Nezha, that's different.

Li Jing said: "My Li family has been loyal and good for generations, how can I do treason? Don't go!"

Nezha crossed his hips, and his voice was three points higher than that of Li Jing: "Loyal to the king and patriotic, loyal to the king and patriotic, we have to see if this king is worthy of loyalty. King Zhou is so stupid that the people have no way to live. Such a king, let him do it." What?"

"boom!"

Li Jing's palm slapped heavily on the table, causing the teacup to shake from side to side. He looked at Nezha with a stubborn face, and said angrily, "Nizi!"

"The king is also a human being, and it is inevitable that there will be times of lapses. Now that the grand master is still admonishing the court for ten strategies, the king agrees to them all. In a few days, the court will be restored to the past and the order will be cleared. the point?"

Nezha raised his face and refused to budge: "Is the world today ruled by King Zhou, or by Wen Zhong? When Wen Zhong returns to the court, the court will be purged. If Wen Zhong does not return the court, the court will be filled with smoke. One day, when Wen Zhong died, wouldn't King Zhou be the same as before?"

"In today's world, it is unrealistic to expect a single person to turn the tide."

"Father, do you know how old Wen Zhong is now? He is the elder of the three dynasties, much older than King Zhou. One day, he will walk ahead of King Zhou."

Yang Jian thought that Nezha and Li Jing would definitely have a fierce quarrel. Before leaving, he specially told Nezha to use gentle words and not to confront Li Jing. He said it well.

However, what Yang Jian didn't expect was that when he was meditating to adjust his breath at night, Nezha's soul floated over.

The little boy's body was transparent, and his voice was weak: "Second Brother Yang, I'm leaving."

"You are—"

Nezha's soul slowly dissipated, Yang Jian ran out of the guest room, woke Baihe up, and said, "Take care of my third sister, I'll go save Nezha!"

After speaking, Yang Jian immediately drove back to Li's mansion. Nezha's figure became weaker and weaker, and his immature face was full of bitterness: "It's useless."

Yang Jian activated the spell to maintain Nezha's soul, frowning, and said, "Don't talk yet."

When we got back to Li's Mansion, Li's Mansion was already plain, the servants were crying and shouting loudly, and the splash of white was shocking.

When Yang Jian came to Nezha's coffin, Mrs. Yin had already passed out from crying. The maids supported Mrs. Yin, but Yang Jian didn't have time to go up to comfort her, and pushed the coffin away under the exclamation of the maids and servants, waiting to see what was inside the coffin Suddenly, Yang Jian's eyes darkened.

Nezha's voice became softer and softer: "I cut the flesh back to my mother and the bone to my father. Since then, I have no entanglement with the Li family."

There is no Nezha's body in the coffin, it's just the clothes he wore before.

If a person wants to revive his soul, he must have a complete body. If he does not have a body, his revival is hopeless. Even if you are a Da Luo Jinxian, it will be difficult for you.

Yang Jian supported the coffin, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

There is always a way.

In the night, a green light flashed, and the familiar coolness disappeared in a flash.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he drove the clouds to chase after him.

His current cultivation base is only a golden immortal, and the golden immortal can't help it, so what about the saint?

However, the moment Biguang stopped, the starlight in Yang Jian's eyes dimmed again.

Jin Ling is a disciple of Jiejiao, will he save Nezha?

Nezha's voice was quite helpless: "She will definitely not save me. She wanted to kill me last time. How could she save me? Don't waste your words, let me die."

Yang Jian stopped, his fingertips turned slightly white.

The wind at night was a bit cool, blowing Yang Jian's clothes, Jin Ling turned his back to him, and his voice was as cold as ever: "What's the matter?"

Yang Jian's thin lips moved slightly, watching the back of Jin Ling's clothes going away with the wind, he couldn't say anything about asking her to save Nezha.

"If nothing happens, I'll go."

"slow!"

Jin Ling's figure paused, and unexplainable feelings welled up in his heart. Yang Jian opened his mouth, but said something unrelated to Nezha: "You..."

"...How is it going?"

The wind blew his sleeves silently, and Yang Jian seemed to hear Jin Ling's chuckle.

Yang Jian suddenly felt that the air seemed to be burning hot.

Jin Ling turned around slowly, the blue light in his hair flashed, and Nezha's soul, which was about to dissipate, gathered together again in an instant.

Nezha exclaimed, and immediately after, he was surrounded by cool lotus leaves and lotuses.

The little child grew into a teenager, Nezha moved his body, looked at the golden spirit in front of him, and dared not say: "You, save me?"

The green light in Jin Ling's hair flashed again, and Nezha fell off the cloud, and his body landed in the courtyard of the inn where Baihe boy and Yang Chan lived.

Jin Ling said: "Is there anything else to say?"

The night wind blew the broken hair on Yang Jian's forehead, Yang Jian was silent, hesitantly said: "Why did you save him?"

"For you."

Jin Ling's eyes were as clean as ever, with clear sentimentality.

What was the relationship between him and Jin Ling before?Jin Ling would actually save the disciple of Chanjiao for him?

What Jin Ling said at Qilin Cliff that day rang in Yang Jian's ears again, and Yang Jian's voice became hoarse, "You know, it's impossible for me to return to the sect with you."

Jin Ling said lightly: "Love can't come back."

Rescuing Nezha is just a matter of convenience. Although Nezha's strength is not weak, it can't control the overall situation of the Conferred God. What's more, there are too many disciples who want to be on the list of Conferred Gods. I'm afraid that the disciples of Jiejiao will not die even if they want to die.

That's why Jin Ling rescued Nezha.

Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant, and his pupils shrank.

What is the relationship between him and Jin Ling?

The more Yang Jian tried to think, the more his mind went blank, and he couldn't catch those blurred pictures, but the sentimentality in Jin Ling's eyes made him breathless.

Paradoxical feelings welled up in his heart, but Yang Jian slowly let go of his clenched fist.

Spreading his fingers inch by inch, Yang Jian heard his own voice: "Did I like you before?"

During the long time when Yang Jian and Jin Ling looked at each other, Jin Ling imagined all the possibilities and thought of all the countermeasures.

Maybe Yang Jian would ask about their previous relationship, maybe why he was so kind to him, he thought about both the good and the bad Jinling, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian was silent for a long time, and said such a sentence in silence.

Under the moonlight, Yang Jian's face was more serious than ever.

Facing Yang Jian's seriousness, Jin Ling, who has always been emotionally restrained and calm, felt for the first time that the wind tonight was really noisy.

After hugging Jinling's big legs, Nine-Tailed Fox felt that life couldn't be better.

Now she is a good fox under Jiejiao's sect, and with the protection of the golden spirit, this very beautiful head has finally been preserved.

After the important matter of wealth and life was resolved, the restless heart became restless again.

Nine-tailed fox secretly rubbed it out and took out the mirror that Wen Zhong had given her, and with a little magic power, she could see what Wen Zhong was doing at this time.

Wen Zhong was drinking with King Wucheng.

Well, it's good to be good-looking, and even drinking is three points more pleasing to the eye than King Zhou.

Wen Zhong's displeased voice came: "What else?"

Usually Wen Zhong's voice is cold and without warmth, but today I don't know if it's because of drinking some wine, it's [-]% drunk, [-]% lazy, and inexplicably seductive.

Nine-tailed Fox felt itchy in his heart, and twirling his fingers around the hair hanging on his chest, his voice became softer and softer: "Teacher, I beg you for one thing."

Wen Zhong frowned, and said briefly: "Say."

Nine-Tailed Fox blinked and said, "Shuangxiu?"

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