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

Yang Jian didn't quite understand the grievances between Lao Tzu and Jin Ling.

After all, Yang Jian was not born ten thousand years ago.

Not only Yang Jian, but even the Golden Immortals of the Three Religions now know little about what happened back then.

The catastrophe ten thousand years ago was too far away from them.

Now what Yang Jian understands is the same as most golden immortals: as one of the Sanqing, Lao Tzu suddenly had a convulsion and got involved with Tiandao. What's more, he secretly participated in the calculation of Yuanshi Tianzun matter.

When things go wrong, there must be demons. Since Lao Tzu has never cared about worldly affairs and pursued a temperament of doing nothing, he can make his sword go to this level. How many things did Jin Ling do to poke his heart before?

However, no matter what Jin Ling did before, what I said today is a trap, and no matter how Yang Jian responds, it is wrong.

"Heaven has permanence, it does not exist for Yao, and does not perish for Jie."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he raised his head slightly, and saw that Lao Tzu didn't move, and looked disinterested. Yang Jian fingered the buzzing Moyu finger, and continued: "The sky has its time, and the earth has its talent..."

Lao Tzu raised his eyelids, Yang Jian paused, and continued: "People have their own way."

After thinking about it, Yang Jian replied like this.

In fact, from the several confrontations between Lao Tzu and Jin Ling, it is not difficult to see where their differences lie, so that Yang Jian can easily make up the grievances and resentments from ten thousand years ago.

Saints are vengeful.

Yang Jian understood this truth a long time ago, and after understanding this truth, he couldn't help but feel a little worried about Jin Ling.

Others said that Jin Ling became a saint after proving the Tao, and no one in the world can hurt her roots, but Yang Jian is still worried. Isn't the Yuanshi Tianzun who has just fallen before is a good example?

Although Yuanshi Tianzun's fall was partly due to Yuanshi Tianzun's own death, his fall still left a bad impression on Yang Jian.

The saint who claims to be immortal is also mortal.

Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Sanqing, will die, so what about Jinling?

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and looked up at Lao Tzu.

All sages and below are ants, but if I want to harm Jinling, then he is willing to hit a stone with an egg.

That clear and cold shadow seemed to be embedded in his blood.

It turned out that his wish was only that after conferring the gods, he would sit opposite her and drink a pot of hot tea together. As the conferring of the gods progressed, he gradually discovered that his wish was more than that.

He wants to make further progress with her, he wants to be with her every day, the lifespan of a fairy is endless, but when he thinks of being with her, he feels more about the boring and tormenting life in the future expect.

She doesn't like him now, it doesn't matter, they have a long, long time to understand each other and waste each other, one day, she will get used to his existence.

It's like getting used to waking up every day to the fragrance of flowers.

Yang Jian said: "Dare to ask you, where is the golden spirit?"

In terms of seniority, Yang Jian wants to call Lao Tzu Master Uncle, but in terms of his status as the head teacher of the three religions, he can still be called a fellow Taoist.

Lao Tzu, who was sitting high on the steps, smiled slightly, his half-closed eyes were somewhat blurred. He didn't discuss the saint's way of heaven with Yang Jian, nor did he answer Yang Jian's question about Jin Ling. will die, what will happen to you?"

Yang Jian caressed Mo Yu's fingers and paused slightly, narrowed his beautiful peach eyes, stared at Lao Tzu firmly, and said word by word: "Avenge her, it will never be redone, I will not hesitate."

"Yes."

Lao Tzu murmured: "I think so too."

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly shrank.

At the other end, Lao Tzu sat opposite Jin Ling.

The cup of tea on the table was filled with smoke, and Jin Ling raised his head amidst the smoke.

Sitting closer, Jin Ling realized that Lao Tzu was also a rare handsome man.

Different from Yuanshi Tianzun's aggressive majesty and Tongtian leader's handsome beauty, Lao Tzu is more like a cup of tea that has been poured into the cup for half a day. He just sits there quietly, not arguing or shouting, inexplicably making people's hearts follow him. Quiet.

His eyebrows and eyes are not as sharp and stern as Yuanshi Tianzun, nor are they as swaying as the master of Tongtian. His eyebrows are very warm, without sharp edges and corners, and a little lazy and confused. He seems to have just fallen asleep. Waking up, like being absolutely awake.

People can never see through his inner thoughts.

In fact, Lao Tzu is indeed a difficult person to figure out.

Yuanshi Tianzun's mind is so deep, Jin Ling can still perceive his emotions, but when facing Lao Tzu, Jin Ling realizes that Lao Tzu thinks of a cloud, a Wang Quan, if he doesn't take the initiative to express his thoughts, you will never Can't even notice it.

Lao Tzu raised his eyebrows lazily, and said in a calm voice, "I did what I promised you."

Jin Ling nodded.

He really did it, not interfering in the matter of conferring the gods, allowing Jiejiao to win a big victory.

Jin Ling said, "What do you want me to do?"

On the way here, Jin Ling thought about it seriously. She had made all the mistakes in the past, and she had nothing to show off. If she could do what I asked, then she would do it.

Of course, except for letting her die and hurting her fellow disciples.

She did not say how precious the life she had recovered after escaping countless times, but she still cherished it.

The little fox rushed over and jumped into Lao Tzu's arms. Lao Tzu stroked her head gently, his brows softened a little.

The old man lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows, combed the little fox's fur, and said, "She has a child with King Yu, and I can't find him."

"You help me find him."

"It's that simple?"

Jin Ling couldn't believe her ears. I killed Yuanshi Tianzun, and when I came to her, I just asked her to find a child?

"Of course not."

"..."

...Sure enough, I can't expect anything from Lao Tzu.

Lao Tzu gently picked up the little fox, and the little fox's beautiful eyes met Jin Ling, watery and very cute.

Jin Ling's heart softened, and she subconsciously took the little fox into her arms.

Lao Tzu said: "Help her become a saint."

"!"

Jin Ling's hands trembled, almost throwing the little fox in his arms to the ground.

The little fox looked up at Jin Ling in a daze.

Jin Ling took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Master misunderstood a lot of disciples. Who can become a saint and who can't become a saint? One is luck, and the other is destiny. This is beyond the control of disciples."

Lao Tzu's eyes only stayed on the little fox, and when he heard Jin Ling's words, he responded lightly: "You will be able to control it soon."

The little fox is soft, like a baby in the world. Jin Ling hasn't been in contact with such a fragile creature for a long time, and he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will hurt the little fox again.

Jin Ling handed the little fox to Lao Tzu, and within a moment, he understood what Lao Tzu meant.

The battle between God Haotian and Dao of Heaven will eventually have a result. Ten thousand years ago, God Haotian was no match for Dao of Heaven. After ten thousand years, how can God of Haotian win against Dao of Heaven?

What's more, if everything in the world exists, the way of heaven will not perish.

Although the Dao of Heaven will not perish, the Dao of Heaven cannot survive as an entity, and must rely on the body of a saint.

The saint and the way of heaven complement each other, and no one can kill the other. How can it be so simple if the way of heaven wants to borrow the body of a saint?

Unless that saint is willing to merge with him.

But there are only six saints today, and the dead Yuanshi Tianzun is counted in it.

Yuanshi Tianzun possesses eight profound arts, and his body will always look like it was before he was alive, but his consciousness is gone, and the way of heaven can't use his body.

Zhunti's connection is too weak, and it may not be able to perfectly integrate with the Dao of Heaven. Lao Tzu and Tongtian Cult Master have the ability to create the world. The Golden Spirit, which has the same origin as the God of Haotian, has become the most suitable choice for the way of heaven.

Jin Ling frowned slightly, Tiandao put his mind on her, which was really in line with Tiandao's consistent style of doing things.

"If this is the case, the little fox's luck has come, and I will definitely not prevent her from proving the way and becoming a saint."

Jin Ling looked up and down at the little fox in Lao Tzu's arms. He was still smart, and he was no different from ordinary foxes, and he didn't have the supernatural power of the Tu Shan clan back then.

If it wasn't for the fact that the aura on the little fox was so pure and thorough, Jin Ling would have suspected that I had reported the wrong fox, and got a human fox to remember the past.

"Nvjiao and King Yu's son, isn't his name Qi?"

She vaguely remembered that Qi founded the first dynasty in the world, and because of the backing of King Yu, he even went to Kunlun Mountain to steal things from the Golden Mother of Yaochi.

You know, Yaochi Golden Mother is the concubine of Haotian God, in the world, who doesn't give her three points?

Qi not only stole it, but also swaggered in and out of Kunlun Mountain several times, so that the Golden Mother of Yaochi found out. After finding out, she smiled and gave him a bunch of things, saying, come again next time.

Well, come again next time, this fits well with the Yaochi Golden Mother who bullies the weak and fears the hard.

Later, Qi died, and the Xia Dynasty he established was also talked about by posterity. Does such a well-documented figure need her to deduce and calculate?

You can find it by looking through the history books of the world.

Unexpectedly, Lao Tzu shook his head lightly, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes: "It's him, but it's not."

"Qi, the monarch of the Xia Dynasty, is a part of him in the world, but no one knows where he really went."

Jin Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Lao Tzu's downcast eyes. For a moment, a thought suddenly came to her heart. If she died, who would desperately seek out everything about her and treat everything about her kindly?

As soon as this idea came up, Yang Jian's figure in black clothes and holding a folding fan could no longer linger.

Lao Tzu's voice seemed to come from far away: "Go, someone is waiting for you."

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the figure of Lao Tzu holding the little fox in his arms disappeared, replaced by Yang Jian's figure covered in blood.

Yang Jian held the restored prototype of the three-pointed two-edged knife that had turned into a folding fan tightly in his palm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked around vigilantly.

Jin Ling's figure came into his eyes, Yang Jian's breath tightened, and his body moved one step ahead of him.

With a wave of his long hand, he took Jin Ling into his arms.

The familiar breath greeted his face, and Yang Jian's voice was hoarse: "He didn't make things difficult for you?"

The surrounding clouds seemed to have stopped flowing, and the salty smell of iron and blood made Jin Ling frown slightly.

In a daze, she seemed to understand Lao Tzu's mood, but also didn't seem to understand.

——If Yang Jian dies with Lao Tzu, she will treat everything about Yang Jian kindly.

The author has something to say:

Lao Tzu: young man

Don't think it's too late

Don't feel like you have a lot of time to waste

Life is a practice with no turning back

Once lost, can never be found again

The above is what I want to say QAQ

Lao Tzu is a contradiction

He understands the truth, but he is still upset

No matter how saintly he is, he can't calmly face the death of his best friend and crush goddess

So I will secretly cooperate with Tiandao to make troubles

After finishing the work, I found out that life is still going on.

so that the current reaction

Strictly speaking, Lao Tzu is the light on the road of Jin Ling's love

No stimulus from Lao Tzu's affairs

It is estimated that Jin Ling will not be able to open it in this life 23333