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

Once this kind of thought is born, it can never be lingered again.

She raised the soul of Yang Jian's mother, Yao Ji, on Penglai Island. After a few more months, Yao Ji will be able to recover her human form, and Yang Jian's younger sister, Yang Chan, is now also on Penglai Island.

If Yang Jian dies, she will help Yao Ji recover her divine body, help Yang Chan practice immortality, and if Yang Chan wants to live a mortal life, she will find a good husband for her.

With disturbing emotions rushing to his heart, Jin Ling raised his eyes and looked at Yang Jian, but he didn't push him away.

"No."

Jin Ling only glanced at Yang Jian, then looked away.

Even if she walks against the sky, she is not timid at all, but when she meets Yang Jian's shining eyes, she feels a little guilty for no reason.

As for what she felt guilty about, she couldn't tell.

Jin Ling is a character who treats everything indifferently, without major mood swings. Although Yang Jian feels that he has not known her for a long time, he is used to her temper.

As if that's how they should be.

She was thinner than he imagined, her slender frame was a bit harsh, but also a little soft, her face was slightly turned to one side, her face was expressionless, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes , neither intimacy nor alienation.

Her body temperature is not as warm as that of ordinary people, her whole body is cold.

The coldness within reach brought Yang Jian back to his senses, and he let go of her slightly startled.

With an offense, the two seem to have resumed their original relationship.

And those places that touched her skin seemed to be on fire, and slowly began to heat up, burning all the way to Yang Jian's chest.

"I thought he was going against you."

Hugging someone for no reason, always explaining one or two things afterwards, and Yang Jian is no exception. While talking, he secretly looked at Jin Ling's expression from the corner of his eye.

It's just a pity that with Jin Ling's face, it's really hard for people to see how she's feeling and what's going on in her heart.

"I used to have this plan, but now it's gone."

Jin Ling's voice was cold and somewhat ethereal, especially in such a cloud-shrouded place, her voice always seemed to float from the sky, with an extremely unreal feeling.

Yang Jian felt like falling into a dream.

The revenge of the parents has been avenged, and the education has been saved, so what about the future?

Yang Jian glanced at Jin Ling, he wanted to be with her in the future.

I just don't know if she wants to be with him or not.

Seriously speaking, Jin Ling seems to be very kind to everyone, showing loyalty and protecting weaknesses, but at the same time, he is not particularly kind to anyone.

Of course, except Yuanshi Tianzun.

In Yang Jian's perception, what Yuanshi Tianzun did was simply a fighter among scumbags. Normal women couldn't stand it at all, and Jin Ling probably wouldn't like him.

But after thinking about it, Jin Ling is not a normal woman at all, and she doesn't look at things from the perspective of a woman. If you look at it from the perspective of a fairy or a saint, Yuanshi Tianzun is indeed a very outstanding person. Holy, moreover, he is also the first living creature that Jin Ling came into contact with.

Whether it is a saint, a fairy, or a mortal, there will be some fledgling plots to some extent, who can guarantee that the golden spirit does not have it?

Yang Jian's head was buzzing, and he was very confident, but he was tossed clean by random thoughts.

Even if Jin Ling once said, and even repeatedly emphasized, she is a passerby and a past to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yang Jian's eyes darkened, and Jin Ling's voice sounded again: "He and I had some old grievances before."

Jin Ling said indifferently: "Now, if he wants me to do two things, it will be considered a write-off."

For this kind of thing, Yang Jian almost subconsciously felt that Lao Tzu's request was a trap

Yang Jian suddenly jumped out of the pit without confidence, and without thinking, he frowned and asked, "Why is he embarrassing you?"

Just now, Lao Tzu swore to him that he would kill Jin Ling, even if he could never recover.

Based on the words of Lao Tzu first, Yang Jian felt that every request of Lao Tzu was deliberate and malicious, so that after listening to Jin Ling's words, Yang Jian still lost his mind for a moment-this is the Lao Tzu he knew ?

Isn't it said that all saints must be punished?

Lao Tzu's face changed a little fast.

Yang Jian slandered, with a calm and determined look on his face, he said, "That's fine, I'll be with you."

Jin Ling looked up at him in surprise, then quickly turned his gaze to the side, and said, "Aren't you going back to Qilin Cliff?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Jin Ling regretted a little. He was obviously her apprentice, but Yuanshi Tianzun erased his memory and became a person in the middle of teaching.

As the matter of enshrining the gods progressed, Yang Jian's behavior became more and more in line with the demeanor of a teacher, to the point that she had the illusion that Yang Jian should indeed be a teacher.

Thinking about it carefully, in the last life, Yang Jian was indeed a disciple of Chanjiao, so this life is more suitable for Chanjiao, which seems to be a matter of course.

But Jin Ling faintly felt that this was wrong.

If this is the case, what have become of those master and apprentice years between her and Yang Jian?

Looking through the mirror, what a joke?

Inexplicably, Jin Ling felt a little annoyed.

These annoyances are different from the oppression of the imminent catastrophe, and she herself can't tell what it is, and she always feels a part of her heart is empty.

Xuandu told him that Jinling Yang Jian should go back first, and Duobao was left by Lao Tzu to explain the scriptures, righteousness and Taoism to him.

Lao Tzu begged for Jinling, but Jinling was not afraid of him attacking Duobao, nodded slightly, and prepared to go down to the realm.

Turning around to ask Yang Jian's plan, but thinking that Yang Jian had no previous memory, Jin Ling lost interest.

When the two returned to the ground, it was already night in the world.

Although Jin Ling's deduction and divination ability is strong, it needs something related to that person to make a smooth calculation.

It's like, when she calculated Wen Zhong before, it was Wen Zhong who wrote the words in her palm.

The young man's fingers were well-articulated, and he carefully traced them stroke by stroke in her palm. At that time, she was only attracted by Wen Zhong's writing, and completely ignored Wen Zhong's expression at that moment.

Now that I think about it, I realize how stupid I am.

"In front is Qi's mausoleum."

Yang Jian's words interrupted Jin Ling's memory. Jin Ling raised his head and saw dilapidated hills lined up neatly.

A hundred years have passed, and the Xia Dynasty, which dominated the world at that time, has long been annihilated by the gears of history in the long river of history books. However, from the neat and orderly hills and the mottled and dilapidated stone statues that still remain majestic, it can still be seen that the Xia Dynasty once of prosperity.

"Want to go in?"

Yang Jian lightly tapped on the stone statue with his upper finger, then turned his head and said to Jin Ling.

Jin Ling stepped forward and gently stroked the stone statue in front of the mausoleum.

I don’t know if it’s because King Yu’s merits in water control are so great that although the Xia Dynasty fell, Qi’s tomb was not damaged, and even the tomb robbers who made a living by stealing the treasures in the tomb never visited.

Only the stone statues, which have experienced a hundred years of wind and rain and become a little depressed and desolate, are left guarding the tomb.

"Need not."

Ordinary people think that the dead are the greatest, and it is safe to be buried in the ground, so there is no need for her to disturb Qi anymore.

The golden spirit's fingers covered the stone statue.

During the slaughter of the gold and iron horses, she seemed to see the unruly figure of the man. His eyes were looking at Kunlun Mountain, which was regarded as a sacred place by mortals, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He sat under the flat peach tree with big thorns, his long legs curled up casually, he spit out a peach pit from his mouth, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly raised, a little ironic and disdainful: "That's all."

The powder and mist of the flat peach tree faded, and he sat in the majestic and majestic palace, holding the slender waist of the dancing girl. The flowers on the forehead of the dancing girl were dazzled, and he kissed drunkenly: "Come to find me at three o'clock tonight." solitary."

He established an unprecedentedly powerful Xia Dynasty. People worshiped him and sang praises. He stood on the tower looking at his subjects with lonely eyes and a slightly playful mouth.

Jin Ling withdrew his fingers.

This is indeed the magnificent life of a founding monarch, without falling into the prestige of King Yu and Tu Shan.

Yang Jian said: "Have you found it?"

"kindness."

Jin Ling nodded, what she can see, Lao Tzu can also see, Qi Da has achieved King Yu's long-cherished wish to recover Kyushu and suppress the rebellion in the world, and in some places, he is even better than King Yu.

"He was in a deep sleep, so Uncle Shi couldn't find him."

Jin Ling frowned slightly: "When he wakes up, he doesn't remember his life experience, King Yu and Nvjiao. Is he the one I want to find?"

There is a large temperature difference between day and night in the world, and the night wind blows Jin Ling's hair. Her hair is always combed neatly, but occasionally there will be a strand or two of hair hanging from her temples. Yang Jian stretches out his hand and combs her hair behind her ear .

Jin Ling's eyelashes moved slightly, but his body showed no resistance as before, as if he was used to it.

Yang Jian said: "If you enter reincarnation, it doesn't matter if you turn into a stone, a flower or a plant, I will guard you, even if you don't know who I am."

Because Yang Jian used a three-pointed two-edged knife, his fingers were slightly callused. The warm and rough fingertips lightly brushed Jin Ling's cheek, and Jin Ling's ears felt hot, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

The stars in the world are always more beautiful than the ones on Penglai Island, shining brightly, like a lover blinking his eyes.

The inexplicable irritability seemed to surge up again, Jin Ling looked up at Yang Jian, and suddenly said, "What do you like about me?"

Ask yourself, she doesn't seem to have anything attractive except for her cultivation and a pretty face.

For ten thousand years on Penglai Island, she has long recognized this fact.

Her work is rigid, not very interesting, and she doesn't like to talk, so she is far less popular than Wudang Yunxiao.

Yang Jian's fingers paused slightly, and his breathing tightened.

He had imagined countless times that Jin Ling asked him why he liked the scene, maybe it would be on Penglai Island, or maybe it would be on Qilin Cliff, even Wen Zhong's in Chaoge's courtyard, but he didn't expect it to be in a In the cold mausoleum, Jin Ling suddenly asked this question.

Sure enough, people's imagination is still limited.

Jin Ling asked very calmly, as if she was saying that the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, she was calm and he was not surprised.

She just suppressed the throbbing in her heart that was about to burst out, combed her hair slowly, pretending to be calm and said: "If you like it, you just like it."

The author has something to say:

Yang Jian: ...I'm not dreaming QAQ

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By the way, the hint is so obvious

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