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

Jin Ling's leg injury is still not healed, he just turned slightly sideways, looked at Yang Jian, and said, "I can give you a few pointers to save Yao Ji."

Her two apprentices died tragically, in the final analysis, it was because of the different camps and their respective masters, and it is meaningless to argue about right and wrong.It's better to return Yang Jian's kindness as soon as possible, and meet each other in the future, each according to his own ability.

She is a member of the Jiejiao, and has the common problem of the conceit of the Jiejiao disciples, so why not even point out Yang Jian?Even the Twelve Golden Immortals were no match for her, so how could Yang Jian be her threat?

The wind in the morning is not as cool as the night, the sun rises slowly from the east, and the mountains are full of red rays and white mist.

Yang Jian's shoulders trembled, and for a moment he didn't have the time to think about whether Jin Ling was acting like a little girl or if he was cold. His voice was a little hoarse and anxious when he hadn't eaten in the morning: "Fairy is willing to take me as a disciple?"

Jin Ling was dressed in a glow, like a person in a painting, shook his head and said: "No. I don't accept you as an apprentice, you don't need to call me master, I will teach you, just to repay your kindness."

"In the future. You rescue Yao Ji, and we will owe nothing to you."

Curly green smoke wafted from the burnt fire, and the morning wind blew Yang Jian's clothes, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Not really."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, calmed down slowly, and said, "It's my honor that the fairy is willing to teach me. Although the fairy doesn't recognize me as an apprentice, in Yang Jian's heart, the fairy will always be Yang Jian's master. It's just..."

"You said."

He looked at Jin Ling, remembered what the Taoist said last night, thought for a while, and said softly: "Fairy, not everyone is ungrateful."

Jin Ling was startled, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Last night, a priest sent my sister back and told me some stories about fairies."

Against the light, Jin Ling's face was as white as frost and snow, almost transparent.

Yang Jian suddenly lost his courage again.To others, what happened back then was just a joke, but to her, it was a bloody scar, so she forbade others to mention Wen Zhong's name.If you can't hear it, you can't think of it, maybe your heart won't be so uncomfortable.

But today he wanted to uncover her scars again.Suddenly, Yang Jian felt a little cruel.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, his eyes were clear.He looked up at her, his eyes were clear and clean, and said: "I am different from others, if I worship the fairy as my teacher, I will definitely treat the fairy well."

The wind picked up and the fog cleared, Jin Ling's long hair was flying, she looked at Yang Jian, and said coldly: "What do you know?!"

Even though Yang Jian didn't say Wen Zhongyu Yuan's name, the meaning behind his words couldn't be more obvious.For thousands of years, something that others have never dared to mention was suddenly mentioned, and a trace of panic flashed in her cold eyes, and then anger took over her heart.

"My apprentice of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is naturally outstanding, respect..."

Angrily, he said what he said earlier, but the latter respected the teacher, but he couldn't say anything.

Does Wen Zhong respect the teacher?She taught him for 500 years, but what is the end?It was that night that he left Penglai Island angrily, vowing never to set foot on Penglai Island!

Even if he was in a stalemate with Jiang Ziya in the future, he would rather go to Jinao Island to find the Ten Heavenly Lord, who was not particularly advanced in Taoism, than to go to Penglai Island for help.She was in Penglai Island at that time, and she was waiting for news from him every day. As long as he said, Master, he was rude at the beginning, she immediately went to help him, but she waited and waited, but she never heard from him.

The waves beat against the rocks of Penglai Island, she stood against the wind, and finally couldn't help divination for Wen Zhong.

Kun hexagram, upper six.When a dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.

The hexagrams in her hand spilled all over the floor.A fairy family descended from the clouds, looked at her, hesitated to speak: "Holy Mother, you... you want to open some more."

The last news she waited for was that he died in Juelongling, and he would rather die than see her again.

Then the news of Yunxiao's death also spread, and the leader of Tongtian went crazy, and set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation to punish the teaching and human teaching.

Years passed by without looking back, the last time she met him was the night when she expelled him from the teacher's school.

Perhaps the sun was too dazzling, Jin Ling closed his eyes, Yang Jian looked at her, and did not speak.

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes again. The look in her eyes was as usual, but when she opened her mouth, the guilt that was hidden so deeply could no longer be concealed.

"I was also at fault for what happened back then."

Jin Ling said lightly, raising his eyebrows to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian has a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, which are different from Wen Zhongwei's raised Danfeng eyes. However, when his brows are slightly furrowed, the color in those peach blossom eyes fades a bit, and the lowered brow slightly reveals the phoenix eyes. some innocent.

For a moment, it reminded her of Wen Zhong when he was still a teenager.

Wen Zhong also used to be as introverted and gentle as Yang Jian, and he was extremely obedient to her.

Occasionally, when she came back from practice, she would pick off the flowers on the roadside, weave them into a small wreath, and put it on her hair in silence. When she was about to pick it off, she would say to her with red ears, "It looks beautiful."

She will not pick it.

The flowers of Penglai Island are undefeated.Later, the garlands piled up into a hill, and Yun Xiao came to look for her, saw those garlands, glanced at Wen Zhong, and smiled softly: "You disciple, I really care about you."

Wen Zhong then said: "A little careful thought, just to make Master laugh, it's not worth mentioning."

At this moment, Yang Jian had the same look on his eyebrows as Wen Zhong did at that time, just as innocent, yet equally calm.

Jin Ling didn't want to look any further, so he looked away and said, "Forget it, it's all over."

If she handled the right and wrong back then, how could she and Wen Zhong be in this situation?Wen Zhong was also so obedient and caring.

Fortunately, before she returned to Fengshen, Wen Zhongzhan's death hadn't happened yet, and everything was still too late.

Jin Ling was a little relieved, the coldness in his eyes faded a little, he changed the topic, and said: "Come here, I will teach you how to use the sky eye."

When Yang Jian killed the wolf demon, she could see clearly that Yang Jian used the sky eye. Needless to say the power of the sky eye, but it's a pity that he doesn't know how to use it. It takes a lot of effort to kill a wolf demon.

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, and came over after regaining consciousness.

He had thought that Jin Ling would be furious, so he had already thought about how to comfort her.Never thought that her anger was only for a moment, and after a while, she would not mention it anymore.Accompanying her for a hundred years, Wen Zhong left a deep mark in her heart after all. Even if she deceived her master and exterminated her ancestors, she would not allow others to say bad things about him.

Well, she won't allow him to mention it, so he won't mention it.

Yang Jian walked up to Jin Ling, and Jin Ling pulled out the jade hairpin, and the slightly cold jade quality was the same as her body temperature, and gently tapped between Yang Jian's eyebrows.

The icy coldness rushed into Yang Jian's eyebrows, and then collided in his body. The corners of his lips were drawn into a line, and he persisted in silence.

Jin Ling's voice came into his mind bit by bit, not in a hurry.

He followed her words to control the coldness in his body, and gradually became more than capable.He felt his body became full and lighter, and his eyes and ears became more sensitive. He could even hear the chirping of birds on the other side of the mountain and the sound of fish jumping out of the water.

He felt that his body became very cold, and then became very hot after a while. The cold and heat alternated, and the hunger in his stomach disappeared.The sky and the earth are in chaos, but he is a grain of sand. As the stars move, the fish fall into the water, and the water drops sprinkle on the lotus leaves on the river.

The lotus bloomed quietly, and the fragrance penetrated into his lungs.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and felt a dull pain between his brows. What he saw was Jin Ling's indifferent expression, but under the long eyelashes, the eyes were bright and dark, as if he was in deep thought.

Sensing that he opened his eyes, she returned to the coldness of the past, her voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger, and there was a kind of aloofness far away from fireworks: "Do you know how to use it?"

"Thank you Master, the disciple knows."

Yang Jian was naturally respectful, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw her eyes change slightly, and she disappeared in an instant.Surprised, he stared at those beautiful eyes that were a bit too much, and when he looked carefully again, she had the serious and indifferent appearance of the past.

The slightly changing eye color is like a summer dragonfly cutting across a thousand miles of lake surface, dizzy with very light water waves.

Yang Jian's heart shuddered, and she finally remembered that her great apprentice Wen Zhong also had a third eye, with a white light of several inches, which could distinguish between loyal and evil, and whether a person's heart is right or wrong.But now he also has heavenly eyes, and his voice of master probably reminded her of Wen Zhong again.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open, and the wind in the forest was not as presumptuous as it was at night, only a few wisps of very light wind were left swaying in the ends of people's hair.

"Master, please wait a moment."

Yang Jian turned sideways, tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and tied it around his forehead, just covering the eyes of the sky.

He tied the cloth and turned around, looked at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit with serious and sincere eyes, and said, "Master, is this good?"

He saw that her eyes that hide the stars finally fluctuated, like the long ripples of autumn water, and like the mist that has lingered in the mountains and forests for thousands of years.

I don't know how long it took, the fog cleared, those eyes were like stars reflected in the autumn water, her voice was neither sad nor happy: "It's up to you."

Yang Jian lowered his head and smiled, and in March, the wild grass grows and the warblers fly.

After a while, Yang Chan woke up. Yang Jian made a simple chair for Jin Ling to sit on, and he could carry her on his back.

On the way from the mountain to the village, Jin Ling didn't know what he was thinking and kept silent, but it was Yang Chan who learned that Jin Ling helped him cultivate.Along the way, he happily talked about how to save his mother in the future.

With a smile on his lips, Yang Jian listened as he walked.

After arriving at the village, Jin Ling asked him to put her down, she was going to a place, and he was not allowed to go with her.

He looked at her injured leg, frowned slightly, and said, "Where is Master going?"

Jin Ling said: "Penglai Island, Biyou Palace."

That's the whole point of her coming back.

Since she repaid Yang Jian's kindness, she owed neither of them. She had more important things to do, so she couldn't stay in the world for too long.

The author has something to say:

Wen Zhong, who has not had time to appear on stage:

Master only has me in his heart!

You die of this heart!

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