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

The light of the Golden Crow was filtered by the layers of clouds hovering over Penglai Island, and when it fell on Jin Ling, only a light golden halo remained.

The halo is very beautiful, surrounding people, there is a sense of unreality like a dream.

Jin Ling's gaze stayed on Yang Jian's face.

He looked very calm, and he didn't drink her tea at all. He felt unnatural when she noticed him, and sat there, looking at her with bright eyes, giving people an illusion for no reason, as if the two of them were on the same page. It should be like this, the cup of tea that she took a sip, he drank it as soon as he drank it, it was no big deal.

Against the light, there seemed to be a vortex in Yang Jian's eyes, which made people unable to get out after looking at it. Jin Ling turned his face and looked away.

Fortunately, Yang Jian didn't stare at her all the time. Seeing her look away, he lowered his head and glanced at the half-closed script, and said, "Have you ever counted the number of gods?"

Yang Jian casually flipped through a page of the storybook: "I did a rough calculation, 360 Wuzhengshen, I'm afraid it's—"

Before he finished speaking, his hand shook, and he looked up at Jin Ling, with a ray of doubt flashing in his eyes.

In Yang Jian's impression, even if Jin Ling reads books, what he reads are human history books and classic poems, until Yang Jian saw the blushing and heartbeating words on the pages of the book. Just a few words.

Jin Ling's eyes turned slightly: "What?"

Seeing Yang Jian reading her script, she turned her eyes slightly and said calmly, "You read this too?"

Yang Jian coughed lightly, "Look at it before."

It used to go back a long, long time ago. He bought a few books like a treasure, and secretly read them from his parents. While reading, he wondered whether the person he would marry in the future was as described in the book. , with an alluring appearance and a gentle temperament, in his eyes and in his heart, he is the only one.

Thinking of those days of innocence, Yang Jian smiled and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that you would watch this too."

Jin Ling glanced at him and said disapprovingly, "You will understand later."

Immortals are different from humans. Humans only have a lifespan of a few decades, and they strive for survival all their lives. But immortals are different. Immortals live too long.

In the long years, apart from self-cultivation, I always have to find something to do for myself. If not, how can I survive this endless time with the sky?

Jin Ling looked at Yang Jian, he was still too young to understand what it meant to have an endless lifespan.When she was his age, she seemed to be the same way, she just thought it would be nice to live forever, so that she could pick flowers and wear them every day.

On the mountain behind Qilin Cliff is an extremely beautiful sea of ​​flowers. She has walked through every corner of the sea of ​​flowers. She can still recall what kind of flowers bloom and what kind of stones are in each place.

After living for a long time, there is this disadvantage. It is easy to recall the past at every turn. In fact, the past is not necessarily so beautiful, but those times can never be repeated, so memory will beautify it, beautify it into a dream-like unreal.

Jin Ling poured a glass of water, lowered his eyes and asked Yang Jian, "What did you just say?"

"What's wrong with 360 Five Righteous Gods?"

Since you can't go back to the past, cherish the present.

She could feel that she treated Yang Jian differently from others.

It was a feeling that couldn't be expressed in words, it wasn't a teacher-student relationship, nor was it a fellowship. She was very comfortable and relaxed when she was with him.

She wasn't sure if that was like it or not.

After looking at the light golden halo on Yang Jian's body for a long time, he became a little dizzy. Jin Ling put two fingers together and gently supported his forehead.

"There are not enough 360 five righteous gods on the list of gods."

From the corner of her eyes, Yang Jian saw her hand resting on her forehead, her spirit was weak, her fingers rested slightly on the letter, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Jin Ling rubbed his temples, squinted his eyes slightly, and while thinking about enshrining the gods, he replied: "Maybe I'm too tired these days, and I feel a little sleepy."

Yang Jian took a tight breath, and instantly remembered what Cihang said - someone wanted to kill Jin Ling.

At the beginning, he didn't feel anything, only drowsiness. After a certain period of time, Jin Ling would die in great pain.

Yang Jian was startled, the slip in his hand slipped, and Yang Jian stood up.

He walked up to Jin Ling, bent down, and looked at Jin Ling: "Do you still remember what Cihang said?"

"You also believe those words?"

As soon as Jin Ling opened his eyes, he saw Yang Jian's face very close.

There was water in his eyes, and he was looking at her intently and seriously.

Because she was so close, she could even feel the warm breath on her face from his breath.

Jin Ling's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then began to lose control, out of control.

Yang Jian suddenly hugged her in his arms very tightly.

Yang Jian buried his face in her hair, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid."

The breeze on Penglai Island is very warm, the light of the Golden Crow is faint, and Yang Jian's clean and masculine aura lingers around Jin Ling. For a moment, Jin Ling seems to have returned to the day when he first met Yang Jian.

Jin Ling was silent, and said: "I will not die."

"Saints don't die."

Yang Jian's voice carried an unknown emotion: "Master is dead."

No matter how many times, Jin Ling couldn't get used to Yang Jian calling Master Yuanshi Tianzun, but there was no way, Yuanshi Tianzun erased all the memories about her from his mind, and all he remembered was the fragment that Yuanshi Tianzun valued him very much.

Jin Ling lowered his eyes and said, "I'm different from him, I won't seek death on purpose."

If she struggled with this issue again, it would go back to the grievances between her and Yuanshi Tianzun thousands of years ago. Jin Ling didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she gently pushed Yang Jian away and said, "What did you just say?"

"The number of Conferred Gods is not enough?"

Yang Jian didn't speak, just stared at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling sighed, and said: "I use the destiny to prove the Dao. Now, no matter whether it is Sanqing, Tiandao or Haotian, they can't kill me."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Lu Ya's Nailhead Seven Arrows Book and Immortal Slaying Flying Knife are useless to me."

Yang Jian closed his eyes, a ray of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He understands the truth, but he is still worried.

Let it go, at worst, he will investigate secretly.

Yang Jian said: "Not bad."

"This time, because of the two of us, the disciples of the three sects have suffered very little damage. I have counted in private, and I am afraid that there will never be even two hundred people."

Jin Ling rubbed between his brows and said, "I see."

"Look for Nezha for this matter."

Without the help of the sages and golden immortals, the combat power of the Western Zhou Dynasty was completely unable to compete with the Yin Shang. Even if the disciples of Jujiao wanted to die and beg to be listed on the list of gods, the Western Zhou Dynasty could not kill them.

In this case, Nezha, who is about to experience the killing ring, appears extremely amiable and lovely.

When Jin Ling Yang Jian found Nezha, Nezha was fighting with the Holy Mother of Guiling.

In terms of strength, Nezha was not the opponent of the Holy Mother of the Guiling, but the Holy Mother of the Guiling has a heart, loves to play, and especially likes children. He is handsome, unsmiling, and somewhat paranoid. Nezha is quite in her heart. .

While fighting with Nezha, the Holy Mother of Guiling instructed Nezha: "You can't do this, next time you will make moves like this."

After guiding the routine work, I dismissed the real Taiyi: "With a master like Taiyi, it is really not easy for you to cultivate to this level!"

"If you were my apprentice, even the Twelve Golden Immortals would not be your match."

Nezha's eyes froze, and he shot faster.

While hiding, Gui Ling yelled: "Hey, I'm finally angry!"

"Hey! Don't slap your face!"

After jumping around in the martial arts field for a while, the Holy Mother of Guiling stepped on the tip of the fire-pointed gun with one foot, pressed the Qiankun circle with one hand, and held the Huntian Ling with the other. With a little force, Nezha couldn't move.

Gui Ling looked at Nezha and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, such a pretty face won't look good when you get angry."

While speaking, he wanted to rub Nezha's face with the knuckles that were holding Huntian Ling.

Yang Jian and Jin Ling came to the martial arts training ground. Seeing this scene, Yang Jian coughed lightly with fists, Jin Ling frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the Virgin of Gui Ling appeared in her original form.

A huge tortoise turned its back to the ground, with its limbs facing the sky, spinning around, and the voice of the tortoise came from the shell: "Senior sister, I was wrong~"

Jin Ling said with a cold face, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Gui Ling said: "I shouldn't belittle fellow Taoists."

Jin Ling said: "Since you know you're wrong, let's spend half an hour in the sun."

Turtle Spirit: "..."

Nezha held Huntian Ling with his fingers, looked at Gui Ling, then at Jin Ling, hesitated for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, "I'm not angry."

Jin Ling glanced at him and said, "I know."

"Then why do you..."

Yang Jian patted Nezha on the shoulder with a folding fan, and said, "The Three Teachings are originally one family."

Nezha paused and looked up at Jin Ling.

In his perception, although Jin Ling is not as conceited as the other Jiejiao disciples, she also looks down on the disciples who explain the teaching. She saved him only because of Yang Jian's affection.

But today, she actually punished Gui Ling for a word from Gui Ling, which completely refreshed her impression in his heart.

Jin Ling didn't explain too much, but said: "I'm looking for you today for the purpose of conferring gods."

"You have not yet fulfilled your killing ring."

Putting his fingers together, Jin Ling made a virtual swipe in the air, and a huge screen appeared out of thin air on the training ground.

It was full of Jiejiao's disciples, some he had met and some he hadn't.

Jin Ling pointed to the Jiejiao disciples in the picture, and said: "They want to be included in the list of gods, but they suffer from insufficient celestial fate and cannot become gods in the flesh, so they can only go to the altar of gods after death."

Nezha nodded in confusion, what does it have to do with him if the disciples of Jiejiao are not dead and cannot enter the Conferred God Stage?Could it be that she wanted him to kill those disciples?

As soon as this idea came up, Jin Ling said seriously: "You haven't fulfilled the killing ring yet, so you just take this opportunity to meet the robbery. After the robbery, there will be a place for you on the Conferred God Stage."

Nezha: "..."

Fearing that Nezha might misunderstand, Jin Ling added another sentence: "The difference is that you become a god in the flesh, and you can continue to practice after being listed on the list of gods."

Nezha turned around stiffly and looked at Jin Ling with a complicated expression.

The saints of the three sects were all afraid that too many disciples of their sect would die, but Jin Ling felt that not enough disciples of the sect died.

Sure enough, the ten thousand immortals who intercepted the teaching came to court, not just for talking.

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It's the end of the month, and the company has a lot of things to do ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Although I try to make time

But the update is still not stable QAQ

Wait for the busy days

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