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

season finale

Yang Jian felt as if he had been tricked by Manjusri.

He had never heard of the prescription that Manjusri said, but it was okay to chat with Jin Ling, and to wipe Jin Ling's body...it was a bit menglang.

Yang Jian looked at Manjusri, Manjusri had a sincere face, he had always looked down on Jiejiao the most, but now he said the rules of Jiejiao very smoothly: "The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, escape one, this one, It’s a lifeline.”

"Fellow Daoist, don't give up."

As the breeze blew, the surrounding lotus leaves swayed gently, and Manjusri said again: "I have always hit it off with fellow Taoist Duobao, so I won't be with fellow Taoist anymore."

After all, he flew away like a gust of wind.

Afraid to leave Sun Qianqian, he also left hastily. As for the Taoist Ran Deng who had not said a word, when Yang Jian said that Duo Bao took over the Western religion, he had already turned into a breeze and fled.

The lotus leaves stretched as far as the eye could see, only Yang Jian and Jin Ling were left in the blink of an eye.

The generals in the world are getting old one after another, and their souls have been thrown into the Conferring Gods Platform. Wudang took back the list of Conferred Gods from Jiang Ziya's hand, and prepared to confer the Gods according to the original plan.

During the period, Wudang came to Yang Jian and asked him what priesthood he wanted. Yang Jian looked down at Jin Ling sleeping in his arms, and said lightly, "I never wanted to be a god."

After getting along with Jin Ling for a long time, it is easy to be contaminated with Jin Ling's habits. For example, he is calmer now, and there is nothing in the world that can touch his heart except her affairs.

Just like her back then, apart from the safety of the disciples and the results of the three religions conferring gods, she couldn't hold other things in her heart.

Wudang smiled and said, "Okay."

Glancing at Jin Ling who was held in Yang Jian's arms, he continued: "You don't want it, the senior sister will always seal one."

"Although senior sister is already a saint now, it doesn't matter whether she can be a god or not, but I always feel that if I don't give her a place, I will always feel uneasy."

Yang Jian nodded, Wudang made sense, if Jin Ling was sober now, he would probably agree.

Ten thousand years ago, she was the one who saved the world, but there are a few lines of history, but there is no record of her story. Ten thousand years later, the world is in another catastrophe. This time, some legends about her should be left behind.

Wudang said: "What do you think of Doumu Yuanjun's position?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly. He hadn't practiced for too long, so he didn't know much about these priesthoods. Fortunately, Wudang explained it thoughtfully: "Mr. Doumu Yuan is the mother of all stars, in charge of the sun, moon and stars."

Hearing what Wudang said, Yang Jian had no objection.

This position sounds like an honorary priesthood, with a high status, but there shouldn't be too many things to do. In this way, when Jin Ling wakes up, he won't be too busy.

So Yang Jian said: "Then I will trouble you."

Wudang smiled and said, "No trouble."

The matter of enshrining the gods was settled in this way.

Because the three sects had too few casualties, it was useless and unavoidable to temporarily fill up the number of disciples from the interception sect.

The rules of conferring the gods were re-established. After conferring the gods, they can still continue to practice, so that some disciples who are advanced in Taoism and Taoism no longer resist as before.

Wen Zhong took the position of Zhengshen of Leibu, and Nine-Tailed Fox became the Red Luan Star, responsible for the love affairs of men and women in the world of mortals.

The corners of Wen Zhong's mouth twitched slightly after hearing this, and he glanced at the boneless nine-tailed fox, thinking that she can still care about human love?

I'm afraid it's a pair that can be dismantled.

The nine-tailed fox's eyes were reddish, and he took his life, stepped down from the Conferred God Stage, and said with emotion: "Now I am also a god."

Wen Zhong sneered: "What's so good about immortals?"

Nine-tailed fox glanced at Wen Zhong faintly, sighed, and said: "You are a direct disciple of Jiejiao, born with incomparable dignity, naturally you don't understand the hardships of a little monster like me."

Wen Zhong recalled the days when she was rescued back to the cave, his eyes stayed on her for a while, and he didn't speak any more.

At that time, the Nine-Tailed Fox had a really miserable life. He had to protect the group of little foxes below, and he also had to try his best to please the tigers, leopards, and wolf monsters in the surrounding caves.

Knowing that he is the direct disciple of Jiejiao, her eyes lit up, she took off her clothes and squeezed into his bed: "Shuangxiu!"

Wen Zhong pushed her down with a dark face, what kind of words did he say.

Nine-tailed fox wondered: "You can't save your life, what kind of dignity do you need?"

"If the slave family sleeps with you, let alone a radius of ten miles, all the goblins with a radius of a hundred miles will give the slave family three points."

Nine-tailed Fox looked forward to it: "At that time, the sisters of the slave family will no longer have to be bullied by others."

The past was vivid in his mind, Wen Zhong shook his head, thinking that there was also a fox beside Lao Tzu, Wen Zhong said: "I have raised a fox, if you have nothing to do, you can go and recognize your relatives."

The nine-tailed fox opened its eyes wide: "The fox next to the saint, is a little monster like me able to grab it?"

Wen Zhongdao: "There are foxes on the left and right, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, Nine-Tailed Fox took Wen Zhong's arm familiarly, and said, "You come with me!"

Wen Zhong evaded without showing any signs, and said, "I have business to do."

Nine-Tailed Fox said: "What's the business? I'll accompany you, there's no rush to recognize relatives right now."

"To see Master Jin Ling?"

Nezha walked towards him and said, "It's just right, let's go together."

Wen Zhong's face darkened, he originally planned to go there alone.

One after another, other fairy families came over, saying that they wanted to see Jin Ling together. Originally, Wen Zhong planned to visit alone, but in the end it turned into a mighty army.

Along the way, Wen Zhong's face was as dark as ink that could not be melted away.

Half of Jin Ling's body was soaked in the water, and his face was so white that it was transparent.

Wen Zhong took a tight breath and landed on the water.

Yang Jian raised his head, glanced at him, and said, "Senior brother."

Wen Zhong ignored him, just pursed his lips and looked at Jin Ling. After a while, he stretched out his fingers, wanting to comb Jin Ling's hair hanging on the side of his face behind his ears.

Before the finger touched Jin Ling's face, it was blocked by a hand. Yang Jian said calmly, "Don't bother senior brother."

Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and then glanced at Yang Jian. Yang Jian's eyes were flat, and his face was calm.

Wen Zhong said coldly: "A disciple who betrays his master and forgets his ancestors, dare to stop me?"

Yang Jian smiled lightly and said, "It was my fault."

The immortals looked at their noses and their hearts, and they chose to be quiet with a tacit understanding, and the air began to fall into a strange silence.

Nine-Tailed Fox smiled, broke the silence, and said, "Let me do it."

Like a very flexible fish, she slipped between the two of them amidst the tension of swords and swords, and gently combed Jin Ling's hair.

While combing, he said: "If the master wakes up and sees the picture of your brothers and sisters, he will probably be very happy."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, his eyes were soft, he let go of his hand, Wen Zhong snorted coldly, and closed his eyes.

With this episode, the immortals would not dare Wen Zhong to stay here for a long time, and Nezha cooperated with the Nine-Tailed Fox, trying to persuade Wen Zhong to leave.

After the immortals left, Yang Jian finally got peace.

The major event of conferring the gods has been decided, and there is nothing particularly important about the three religions, so Yang Jian simply put a restraint around him, and no one under the saints can find them.

The years are unknown in the mountains, and the same is probably true in the lotus leaves that are thousands of miles away.

Jin Ling's face was still the same as when we first met, Yang Jian couldn't help but kissed her on the forehead, looking at her sleeping eyebrows, Yang Jian also felt a little sleepy.

Using a little force with his fingers, he held her in his arms, with his chin resting on her forehead, and the fragrance of her body lingered at the tip of his nose.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Jian, who rarely dreams, had a dream.

In the dream, there was another person beside him.

The person turned his back to him, the long hair like a waterfall covered most of her face, slightly revealing the delicate chin like white jade, he exerted a little force, the slender shoulders trembled slightly, and the voice was restrained.

The more shy she was, the more interested he became, and he moved there in bad intentions, and her voice began to whimper, as if begging for mercy.

He gently grabbed her soft hair, forced her to turn around and look at him, and then saw that the corners of her stubborn eyes were slightly red, and her lips that were bloodless were now pink because of emotion. , a fine voice poured out: "Yang Jian..."

It was extremely white and pink, which was the most provocative and exciting.

He stretched out his hand, her lips and petals were like excellent jade, soft and moist instantly wrapped his fingertips, the strings in his brain snapped, his head was buried on her neck, her The hair entangled with him, and then it got out of hand.

The dream is very long, and the surroundings are covered with a thin layer of mist, winding, curling, and surrounding people.

The soft touch of his fingertips, the soft crying of the woman, he left a little bit of red on her body like a wicked play, and seeing her slender shoulders trembling, he lowered his voice and said to her: "Hey, call me!" name."

The movement didn't stop, knocking her voice into fragments.

Yang Jian woke up.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Surrounded by the fragrance of lotus, and a touch of musk.

Yang Jian was a little afraid to go to see Jin Ling. The things in the dream were too unbelievable, no, not only unbelievable, but also unsightly. How could he do that kind of thing to Jin Ling?

He has always respected and loved Jin Ling, but a strange part of his body kindly reminded him that the scene in his dream was indeed what he subconsciously wanted to happen.

Yang Jian felt his throat was a little dry.

The current Jin Ling was beside him, sleeping peacefully.

Yang Jian turned his face slightly, a drop of water rolled down from the lotus leaf and landed between Jin Ling's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Yang Jian was a little envious of that drop of water.

Drops of water can be so intimate with her...

The light of the Golden Crow shone through the layers of lotus leaves, Jin Ling's face was a bit dazzlingly white, water droplets slowly rolled down from her forehead, Yang Jian's eyes widened, and he bent down.

Gently press a kiss on her forehead.

He just wanted to kiss her.

She is so beautiful, how could he have any crooked thoughts about her?

Sure enough, after staying alone for a long time, it is easy to think wildly.

Yang Jian stood up with a chuckle, and then saw that Jin Ling's long eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes, his cold eyes were somewhat alienated, and his voice was hoarse after he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Are you here?" do what?"

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