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

"cough--"

Wen Zhong was choked, and King Wu Cheng hurriedly brought some food for him, saying: "This wine is very strong, please drink it slowly, Grand Master."

"It's okay."

Nine-tailed Fox looked at Wen Zhong's reddish ears through the mirror, and felt that he couldn't like it any more. He licked his lips, and his voice was like honey: "Xiu?"

"endlessly."

Wen Zhong refused firmly, without any room for turning around.

Nine-tailed fox broke the casserole and asked: "Why?"

"...I don't like you again."

Nine-Tailed Fox's eyes widened: "Do you like me or not, what does it have to do with Shuangxiu?"

"..."

Jiuweihu couldn't understand Wen Zhong's thinking.

As a vixen, Nine-Tailed Fox, like other fairies, has no great moral values. The two see each other right, and it's normal for them to have a double cultivation.

After the double cultivation, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and no one interferes with anyone's life. Of course, if you feel very satisfied during the double cultivation, then it is not impossible to do the double cultivation again.

What a couple for life, that is what mandarin ducks should do, not the law that she, a vixen, should abide by.

Besides, for such a simple thing as double cultivation, why do you like it or not?

Wen Zhong in the mirror still looks like a young man. He is dressed in red clothes meticulously, and his white hair adds a bit of unruliness to him. Coupled with his sharp eyebrows and thin lips, he has a kind of unruly attitude that strangers should not get close to. unruly.

Nine-tailed Fox was itching in her heart, she really wanted to see Wen Zhong's appearance after dragging his clothes, especially the appearance of blurred eyes and lowered voice calling her name.

"Teacher, I was born so beautiful, and my job is so good, if you don't double cultivate with me, it will be a great loss in your life."

The Nine-Tailed Fox lured her carefully, and she felt that no matter how profound Wen Zhong's morality and deeds were, he was just a human being, and as a human being, he would have human emotions and six desires.

Until the mirror fell to the ground with a bang, and the picture of Wen Zhong drinking disappeared, the Nine-Tailed Fox was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pillow behind his back and threw it at it——this Wen Zhong, really has a head made of elm wood, and he doesn't understand the amorous feelings at all !

She had recommended herself as a pillow, yet he could still drink alcohol calmly!

For the first time in her life, Nine-Tailed Fox had doubts about her own charm. She touched her face and then her breasts. Don't want to double cultivate with her?

Wen Zhong ignored Nine-Tailed Fox's secret voice and rubbed the space between his brows.

King Wu Cheng poured wine for him again, he took a sip, the wine was spicy, and his thoughts drifted back a little bit, he took care of the government affairs of the past few days, and said to King Wu Cheng: "After I leave, if the king still If you don't listen to dissuasion, you can make the prince king."

King Wu Cheng was startled, and the hand that poured Wen Zhong's wine shook, and a few drops of the wine spilled on the gorgeous table, which was very conspicuous.

"This..."

King Wu Cheng hesitated for a while, and said hesitantly: "Grand Master, not every courtier can be like you, I am just a warrior—"

"What are you afraid of?"

Wen Zhong grabbed the male and female whips out of thin air, and he held the male and female whips in his palm. He separated the two whips and handed the male whip to King Wu Cheng, saying: "The top of this whip can be used to beat the king, and the bottom can be used to punish courtiers."

King Wu Cheng got up and took it with both hands, his fingers trembling slightly holding the golden whip.

Wen Zhong drank the wine in the glass casually, although his face was light, but his tone was full of murderousness: "If someone disrespects you, you don't need to return to me, just beat him to death."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the night wind was blowing Yang Jian's hair on his forehead.

He wanted to ask that question a long time ago, but he never found the opportunity.

He is a mortal in the world, he has seen the love between men and women, and he also knows what it feels like to like someone.

When facing Jin Ling, the inexplicable throbbing made it difficult for him to ignore it.

Yang Jian looked at Jin Ling, quietly waiting for her answer.

Jin Ling seemed to still have the breezy and calm appearance he was familiar with in the past, and he didn't seem to be, but he couldn't tell what subtle changes had occurred.

I just feel that her eyes, which were originally clear and clean, seem to be covered with a layer of clouds and mist at this moment, making them indistinct, making it hard to see clearly.

Time slipped away inch by inch, Yang Jian's heart beat faster and faster, Jin Ling looked at him, and finally said slowly: "I don't know."

Yang Jian took a tight breath, and the fingertips of the clenched fist turned slightly white.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this answer was too perfunctory. Jin Ling frowned and thought for a while, then said, "You probably don't like me."

Jin Ling smiled lightly, which seemed to be justifying, but more like self-deprecating: "People like me who are rigid and not very interesting are not liked."

"how come?"

Yang Jian blurted out, and as soon as the words came out, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't want to see Jin Ling looking sad, his voice became hoarse, and Yang Jian lowered his eyes and said, "You are fine."

Whether it was the sage not to interfere with the Conferred God at Qilin Cliff, or the rescue of Nezha just now, what she did has refreshed the old impression that the former Jiejiao disciples were domineering and unreasonable in Yang Jian's heart.

Not overwhelming, let alone aggressive, she was like a breeze blowing over the lotus leaves in summer, he wanted to hold it in his palm, but he couldn't.

"Since I'm fine, why don't you want to return to my teaching?"

The wind at night was getting colder and colder, making Yang Jian close his eyes.

"You are not his apprentice, you are mine."

Jin Ling's voice was clear and cold, but with an unquestionable certainty.

Through the faint moonlight, she saw Yang Jian's eyes closed tightly, and there was a hint of struggle between his brows.

The restrictions imposed by the saints can only be lifted by the saints who imposed the restrictions. What Yuanshi Tianzun reminded Yang Jian was that he joined the sect of Chanjiao and was Yuanshi Tianzun's most valued disciple.

And as for his words that he once laughed at Yanyan and said that he would protect her, it had already disappeared in the depths of his memory along with the restriction of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Jin Ling's eyes dimmed, and he said, "You will know later."

After speaking, she turned into green light and left again.

Yang Jian is a very smart person, she only needs to point out a lot of things, and he can figure it out by himself, if he talks too much, it will not be of much benefit.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing Jin Ling's hair. She looked up at the bright moonlight, and lost her mind for a moment.

Yang Jian, have you ever liked her?

She didn't know, she only knew that with Wen Zhong's lessons learned, she didn't dare to be too intimate with Yang Jian. When teaching him, she also paid attention to propriety and never had physical communication with him.

Yang Jian has been worshiping her as his teacher for so long, the most intimate action between them was that night during the catastrophe, he held her waist tightly, with the determination to see death as home in his bright eyes, and whispered Master I am coming.

Is that like?

Not really.

What I like should be Wen Zhong's. When I look at her, my eyes are blazing, but when Yang Jian looks at her, his eyes are always restrained and self-sufficient.

The clouds quickly passed by Jin Ling's side, and Jin Ling's gaze returned to calm.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she can't be distracted by Yang Jian's specious liking.

Yuanshi Tianzun's last ray of consciousness seemed to be hidden by the magic power of a saint. She searched the world for so long, but she couldn't find where that ray of consciousness went.

The Three Purities have the same origin, although the fall of Yuanshi Tianzun did not affect Laozi Tongtian, but if it takes a long time, his two sages will inevitably be affected, not to mention, Jin Ling does not want to accept him.

Now she just wants to get him back as soon as possible, return to the throne, and return to heaven, is her biggest wish at present.

As for the matter of conferring gods in the world, Jin Ling didn't pay much attention to it.

Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, and the vitality of the teaching has been greatly injured. After receiving her lessons, the Western religion will be much more honest. As for Lao Tzu, who has been hiding in the dark, she needs to go through it.

No matter what Lao Tzu's purpose is, the three religions belong to one family. If the three religions fight among themselves, only the Western religion and the Dao of Heaven will benefit.

I have been proving the Tao and becoming a saint for so many years. I think I understand this truth, but I am afraid that Lao Tzu, who pursues governance by doing nothing, will take a wrong edge.

Yuanshi Tianzun has fallen, if something happens when Lao Tzu fights with the leader of Tongtian, then the battle of conferring gods does not need to be a formality, everyone must either take refuge in the Western religion or take refuge in the heavenly court.

No matter how holy Jin Ling was, he couldn't turn the tide when facing the two saints of Tiandao and Western religion.

When Jin Ling came to Tushita Palace, Xuandu gave her a slap in the face, with a gentle smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist, Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yang Jian stood in the night with his eyes closed, with the sound of the wind in his ears.

Jin Ling didn't give him the answer he wanted, but when he met her beautiful eyes, Yang Jian suddenly had the answer in his heart.

Whether she likes it or not, the distance between her and him has been sealed at the moment when he became the head teacher.

Unless, Yuanshi Tianzun came back from the dead, he took off the burden of teaching and went to find her desperately.

But there are so many exceptions in life, and the catastrophe has come, he has no way to abandon those disciples who follow him to the death.

All the disciples of Chanjiao entrusted their wealth and life to him, how could he go away with Jin Ling?

The night wind slowly returned to calm, and a cold and majestic voice sounded in the wind: "Yang Jian."

Yang Jian was startled, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Master?!"

Yang Jian looked around, but there was nothing, only Yuanshi Tianzun's voice continued: "Where is the lotus seed I gave you?"

"exist..."

Before the words came out, Yang Jian turned his mind a hundred times and said calmly, "It's in a very safe place."

Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was somewhat tired: "That's the key to the return of my Yuanshen, you take it to me."

There was a flash of light in Yang Jian's eyes, and he regained his composure in an instant, and said, "Master has not fallen?"

Yuanshi Tianzun said disdainfully: "I am the sage who created the world, how could I fall so easily? I just deceived the Jiejiao people with my little tricks."

In the wide sleeve, Yang Jian pressed the folding fan with his finger, and Yuanshi Tianzun said: "You take it now, I will use it."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Doesn't the master know where it is? The lotus seed was ordered by the master to be handed over to that sage. Naturally, the disciple dare not keep it private."

The author has something to say:

Yuanshi: I'm already cold

Please don't pull me out again