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

Jin Ling was very surprised by Duobao's eager attitude.

She always thought that Duobao took charge of the Western religion in her previous life as a last resort, but looking at Duobao's attitude now, it seems more like she wished for it.

Duobao walked back and forth, muttering words: "Well, Western religion..."

After chanting, he suddenly turned around and asked Jin Ling: "Junior sister, what are the teachings of the Western religion?"

Jin Ling was taken aback, she really didn't know about this question.

In the previous life, after being conferred the gods, she was imprisoned by Lao Tzu in the Vajra Sculpture. She didn't know much about the outside world, let alone dealt with the Western religion.

In this life, although I have dealt with Western religions a lot, they are all about calculating and being calculated. How can I have time to understand the teachings of Western religions?

After deliberating for a moment, Jin Ling said: "Since you have taken over the Western Sect, then the Western Sect will no longer be the original Western Sect."

"Whether it's the doctrine or the rules, you need to formulate it all over again."

"Re-enact?"

Duobao put his hands behind his back, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It's not bad."

Then he looked at Master Tongtian, and called out very affectionately: "Master, look..."

Master Tongtian refused very simply: "Apprentice, you are now the head of one party, how can you ask the master for help every now and then? Think for yourself, the Western religion needs you."

Duobao: "..."

The Jiejiao disciples took turns to congratulate Duobao on his promotion to the headmaster, and after the congratulations, they dispersed without mentioning it.

The moon hung in the middle of the sky, and the leader of Tongtian was rubbing the Taiji diagram with his fingers.

The Tai Chi Diagram is a restriction imposed by Taoist Zhunti. Even if the Master Tongtian has the power to reach the sky, there is nothing he can do about the Taiji Diagram.

Yun Xiao's gentle voice came out: "Master, don't worry about me."

"There's nothing wrong with it except it's dark."

Master Tongtian squinted his eyes slightly, rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Gongming is too soft-hearted, if I still can't convince Zhunti tomorrow, then I will do it myself."

Since Zhao Gongming returned to Penglai Island, he took the task of rescuing Yunxiao to himself, and destroyed the Taoist Zhunti for private reasons.

But Zhunti is a saint after all, and he still has the most basic backbone and dignity. No, one day has passed, and he refuses to compromise and release Yunxiao.

Master Tongtian looked at the Taiji diagram, a little annoyed.

He remembered that Yunxiao was a little afraid of the dark.

At that time, Yunxiao had just formed a human form, and his senses were still undeveloped, so his eyes could not see.

Although Penglai Island is a blessed land of immortals, there are still mountains, rivers and valleys. By chance, Yun Xiao, who was groping to learn to walk, fell into the abyss.

When the leader of Tongtian found her, her body was covered in blood, and her nails were all broken because she wanted to crawl out.

She was lying in his arms in a small ball, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, her small hands were holding onto his skirt, her breath was so weak that he could hardly feel it.

Later, Yunxiao Taoism became great, and the lights in her room were also kept on all year round.

The past came to my mind, Master Tongtian picked up the Tai Chi diagram, and said with deep eyes, "I'm going to find him now."

Yang Jian stopped outside the Jinling courtyard.

The night breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, and the crisp sound of Jin Ling's fingers clamping the chess pieces onto the chessboard came to Yang Jian's ears.

Jin Lingqing's cold voice was extraordinarily clear in the silent night: "Since you're here, come in."

Yang Jian paused, pushed the door open and entered.

I don't know if it was because she was going to rest, Jin Ling let her hair loose, and the long hair fell down her shoulders, framing her thin waist.

She changed her attire, it was no longer the pale gold high waist with stand-up collar and wide sleeves that Yang Jian was familiar with, the moon white low-cut Confucian skirt was more like homely clothes, the outer shirt was so thin that her slender arms could be seen.

The moonlight was pouring down like water, her bare wrists, her small and delicate chin were white and dazzling.

Inexplicably, Yang Jian felt that his throat was a little itchy.

Qu Quan coughed lightly, and Yang Jian sat down on the stone bench opposite her.

Jin Ling was playing chess with him, and when he held the black chess pieces between his white jade-like fingers, he looked exceptionally good-looking.

Jin Ling said indifferently: "Is there something wrong?"

"kindness."

"What's the matter?"

Yang Jian's eyes fell on her fingertips, he casually picked up the white pieces beside her, and followed hers down.

He didn't know why he came here.

If he hadn't been seriously injured and his vitality was greatly damaged, the immortal would not feel tired, so the alternation of the sun and the moon had no effect on Yang Jian.

Without feeling sleepy, he walked on the cobbled road on Penglai Island, and before he knew it, he came to Jin Ling's courtyard.

Intercepting the two religions did not harm the important immortal family, and broke the original plan of the two religions to kill each other. This situation, whether it is explaining the teachings or intercepting the teachings, is very happy to see.

Yang Jian's mood relaxed a lot, and he could feel that Jin Ling also seemed to relax a lot.

The golden spirit who had pinned him to the ground with a sword seemed to have completely disappeared with the defeat of the Western religion.

Yang Jian's eyes slowly turned upwards, and under the shadow of the flowers, Jin Ling's expression was indifferent, expressionless, just like the lonely and independent appearance when he first met.

However, Yang Jian remembered the word "time is quiet and good".

It seems that they should be like this, their relationship is so familiar and intimate.

In a daze, Yang Jian remembered something and forgot something, and when his chest was aching, Jin Ling's voice sounded: "I stabbed you that day because I was beside you."

Yang Jian paused with his fingers and remained silent for a moment.

He never thought that Jin Ling would explain this to him.

He always thought that at that time, Jin Ling mistakenly thought that Wen Zhong was hurt by him, so he hated and poisoned him, lost control for a while, and wanted to put him to death.

"You have cultivated eight or nine profound kung fu, I can't hurt your root."

Jin Ling lowered her hand again, half-closed her eyebrows, making it hard to see her expression: "If not, I wouldn't stab you with that sword."

Yang Jian's fingers shook slightly, and the chess piece almost fell on the board.

The heart was stuffed very full at once, and something quickly took root and sprouted inside, and then it got out of hand.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Jian said slowly, "I see."

Closing his eyes and then opening them again, Yang Jian stared at Jin Ling: "Then you, do you like me?"

Jin Ling's face was so white that it was almost transparent, her long eyelashes were as black as a crow's wings, and her lips had a faint blush, which was shockingly beautiful.

Jin Ling raised his head, met Yang Jian's gaze, and said, "I don't know."

Yang Jian's chest tightened, and the light in his bright eyes dimmed.

Jin Ling looked away and said, "I don't know what liking is."

There are many immortals who have told her that they like it, but no one has ever told her what it is to like.

She also seriously asked those fairies what it feels like to like.

A fairy said, whenever you saw her, you would laugh first, a fairy said, if you don't see her for a few days, you will miss him, it's a mess, there is never a clear boundary for liking.

The night wind blew, and the flower branches trembled slightly. Suddenly, Jin Ling remembered what Nine-Tailed Fox had said to her.

Nine-Tailed Fox said that when facing someone you like, if you look at him for a moment, you will have the urge to kiss him.

Jin Ling looked back and leaned forward slightly.

Yang Jian's face is close at hand, with heroic eyebrows, beautiful eyes, sharp nose, and thin lips.

From too close, she could still see his eyelashes as thick as a small fan.

Jin Ling's sudden movement made Yang Jian's breathing stop, and then his heart beat faster, faster and faster.

Starlight bloomed in her eyes, and he saw his own reflection in Jin Ling's eyes, as if he was deeply in love.

The night wind came slowly, and Jin Ling's hair brushed against the side of his face, like a feather brushing gently over his heart, itching.

The place where her hair brushed quickly turned crimson.

Yang Jian's chest rose and fell slightly, and for a moment, he had the illusion that a golden spirit would kiss him.

However, an illusion is an illusion after all.

With a soft sound, someone's chess piece landed on the chessboard.

Jin Ling got up, turned around and left under the moonlight, and when she reached the door, she seemed to remember something, looked back slightly, but didn't look at Yang Jian, and said softly: "It's late at night, you should rest early."

After finishing speaking, she closed the door, and after a while, the permanent lights in the room went out.

Yang Jian sat on the stone bench, his eyes slightly confused.

This is Jin Ling, are you angry?

The relationship between him and Jin Ling sitting opposite each other is much better than he expected.

But people's hearts are so easily dissatisfied, he doesn't just want to sit opposite her.

He wants to have a deeper relationship with her.

Sure enough, he was too anxious.

Yang Jian burst into laughter, put the black and white chess pieces in their respective jade trays, and left Jinling's courtyard.

The disciples of Jiejiao each have their own place to live, and Yang Jian, as the head teacher who often opposes Jiejiao, naturally does not have such a good treatment.

Duobao was a little annoyed by his recognition of Yuanshi Tianzun as his master, so he deliberately arranged his residence in the most fringe place of Penglai Island.

Jin Ling's residence is in the center of Penglai Island, and the two places are far apart. Yang Jian could have traveled there on a cloud, but for some reason tonight, he didn't.

Instead, he walked leisurely on the road, walking back step by step.

As the night wind passed by, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth curled up little by little.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Yang Jian finally reached the residence arranged by Duobao.

That was the extreme edge, and the sound of waves beating against the rocks could still be heard.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to open the door, and suddenly heard a voice: "Yang Jian."

Yang Jian turned his head.

Outside his house, there is a circle of thick fog, and it is impossible for anyone who is not a disciple of Jiejiao to enter Penglai Island.

"Is that you, Yang Jian?"

The voice came from the thick fog, it was the voice of a slightly hoarse woman.

Yang Jian frowned slightly: "Cihang."

Cihang's breath was not stable, even a little chaotic, but after hearing Yang Jian's reply, she calmed down and said, "You tell me how to save Master, and I will tell you how to save Jin Ling."

Yang Jian's eyes froze: "Fellow Daoist Jin Ling is a saint, no one can harm her."

Cihang smiled lightly, her voice was no longer as eager as before, and said: "You know how to save Master, right?"

Then there was a very soft whisper: "I knew that Master is not dead."

"He is a saint, how could he die?"

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