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

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Yang Jian imagined countless scenes of Jin Ling waking up, but he never thought that Jin Ling would wake up at this time.

When he kissed her just now, she must have felt it. What would she think of him?

A villain who takes advantage of others?

A flower thief who kisses Fangze?

Yang Jian's mind was blank, and only two words remained in his mind:

It’s over.

There was a breeze on the surface of the water, and the lotus leaves swayed from side to side. Jin Ling sat up, and the water droplets slid from her cheeks to her collarbone, and then along the collarbone into the skirt of her clothes.

I don't know if it was to break the unspeakable silence, Jin Ling said lightly, did not mention what happened just now, but said: "Why am I here?"

Yang Jian returned to his senses and said: "Old Master said, there is plenty of spiritual energy here, which is better for your body."

Jin Ling'en let out a sigh, but didn't speak again, and the air became stagnant again.

Yang Jian felt that he needed to explain.

Although it is said that the disciples of Jiejiao are quite deviant, in their eyes, maybe a kiss and a hug are nothing, but Yang Jian thinks that he should explain to Jin Ling, after all, he kissed Jin Ling when Jin Ling was in a coma Golden Spirit...

After deliberating on his words for a while, Yang Jian said, "Master, what happened just now..."

However, before he finished speaking, Jin Ling interrupted him, looked at him quietly with cold eyes, and said, "What did you call me?"

"Master."

Beside Jin Ling, there is a lotus flower in full bloom, with no branches or vines, standing gracefully, with a gentle breeze, it is fragrant and peaceful.

It is said that hibiscus comes out of clear water, which is a stunning beauty in the world, but Yang Jian now feels that the lotus flower coming out of clear water is the real rare time.

And Jin Ling was at the lotus flower, she turned her head slightly, her eyes, which rarely changed her expression, were slightly curved, and the surrounding lotus leaves, elegant and refined lotus flowers seemed to have lost their color.

Jin Ling said softly: "Disciple,"

"You finally remembered."

The heart couldn't stop beating wildly, and the skin on the side of the ear was a little hot, Yang Jian said: "Yes, I remembered."

Thinking of those days when he was with her day and night, he smiled lightly but said very seriously that he wanted to protect her. He remembered all the scenes.

He has always been her only apprentice.

She once went to the Nine Heavens for him, forcing the Jade Emperor to the point of no choice, and once under the thunder of Wan Jun, she gave him all her life's cultivation. In the end, when the world and his life were chosen, she had no hesitation in exchanging her life for her life.

Yang Jian's brows softened little by little, and he said, "Why does Master treat me so well?"

Jin Ling shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with confusion, and said, "I don't know."

She doesn't know either.

Everything that happened between her and him was done according to her heart.

Maybe it was because he was too serious when he said that he wanted to protect her, or maybe it was because of the gleam in his eyes when he lowered his head and smiled, but when she realized it, she had already done so.

Never regretted it.

And he didn't live up to her expectations.

Whether as her apprentice, or as Yuanshi Tianzun's apprentice when he has no memory, his thinking has always been very clear-the three religions are originally a family, and the way of heaven is an outsider.

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Master will know in the future."

The matter of him secretly kissing her seemed to have been exposed in this way.

Jin Ling has been sleeping for a long time, the world is no longer the world of Yin and Shang, and 800 years after the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the decline of Yin and Shang is evident, princes from all over the world rule the roost one after another, Lao Tzu reincarnates into the world to enlighten Confucius.

Yinghuo Xingbai joined the WTO and eventually became a generation of killing gods. The Qin Kingdom rose and unified the troubled times. Many years later, Liu Bang defeated the White Snake Uprising and created a century-old foundation for the Han Dynasty.

Ordinary people grow old easily, but saints live forever. For saints, a hundred years is just a snap of the fingers. After thousands of years, the relationship between Yang Jian and Jin Ling still maintains a delicate master-student relationship. It is not that Yang Jian did not confide in Jin Ling. Jin Ling also accepted his confession, but their behavior was still the same as usual.

They didn't even hold hands, they were already together, but they weren't as close as they were before they became gods.

During this period, Zhao Gongming also approached Yang Jian and secretly gave him love stories in the world.

Now that mortals have invented paper, it is more convenient to carry mortal vernaculars. There is no need to buy some vernaculars as before, and a room is full of bamboo slips.

Zhao Gongming stuffed it, and said: "This is a good thing. I spent a lot of effort to get it. Take a good look and think about it."

For Yang Jian, Zhao Gongming has always been in a delicate mood.

After Wen Zhong's incident, Zhao Gongming didn't like Jin Ling and accepted male apprentices, but Jin Ling had already accepted him, so he couldn't say anything else, he just watched Yang Jian coldly. If Yang Jian was like Wen Zhong, he would give birth to If he didn't have thoughts that shouldn't be born, he killed Yang Jian's thoughts in the bud in advance.

The plan always failed to keep up with the changes, and the things that happened in Fengshen later deviated from everyone's predictions, and Jin Ling just went with the flow and came together with Yang Jian.

They are already together, Zhao Gongming is naturally embarrassed to think of a way to break up, besides, he has watched Yang Jian for so long, and feels that Yang Jian is someone who can be trusted for life.

Calm and funny, and kind to Jin Ling, he has no reason to stop him.

So I had no choice but to send some human scripts from time to time, hoping that the relationship between Yang Jian and Jin Ling will improve to a higher level.

Today, Zhao Gongming came to present the scripture book, which is the kind with paintings. When he saw it in the human world by chance, he blushed and his heart beat for a long time.

He has practiced for ten thousand years, and that's still the case, let alone Yang Jian's mere thousand years of cultivation.

At a young age, and being with the beautiful and moving Jin Ling all day long, he will definitely not be able to control it.

Zhao Gongming patted Yang Jian's shoulder heavily, gave him a thumbs up, and said earnestly, "I'm optimistic about you, come on!"

"Don't let the uncle down!"

Yang Jian nodded and smiled with a good temper.

He has long been used to Zhao Gongming's behavior of giving books from time to time. When he first read it, he felt that the descriptions in the book were lingering, sentimental and heart-breaking. After reading for a long time, it became meaningless.

It's just a story of changing the soup but not the medicine. If you change the address and name of the era, it will become another story of the same kind.

Yang Jian thought that the book that Zhao Gongming sent was the same as before, and after Zhao Gongming left, he put the book on the shelf as usual.

After finishing the book, Nezha came to find Yang Jian and said that Yang Chan seemed to be moved by Fan Xin and fell in love with a scholar. When Yang Jian heard about it, he went down to the realm to find Yang Chan.

When the Heavenly Court was first built, there were a lot of vacancies in the priesthood, and many people were recruited to make up the numbers without any reason. Therefore, Yang Chan was also named the Guardian of Huashan to protect the safety of the people in Huashan.

No matter how utterly defeated Tiandao is, Tiandao still puts the three teachings together in conferring gods. Immortals who are on the list of conferred gods will not be able to give birth to children.

The way of heaven was formulated in this way in order to make it easier to control the immortals in the future.

However, the impact of having children or not has little impact on the immortals. After many years of practice, everyone has long since become ascetic, and their thoughts on love and love can no longer be weak, so Wudang has not made a decree that the immortals cannot talk about it. The rules of love.

There is no result for the two immortals to be together. Good-looking, after all, is just a superficial appearance. You are good-looking, and I can become even better.

Besides, when the two immortals are together, although they don't have the daily necessities of the world, they also have contradictions as immortals.

Everyone has lived for so many years and is not dead. Who doesn't have a quirk? To be with you, you have to tolerate your quirk. For many self-centered immortals, this is very difficult to accept. .

Therefore, except for those who became gods from mortals, there are not many gods who get married in the heavenly court.

Yang Jian has no objection to his younger sister Yang Chan's desire to fall in love. He feels that as long as the younger sister likes someone else, and the other person happens to like the younger sister, then it's okay to be together.

Of course, if the other party is a god, that would be the best. The lifespan of a mortal is too short. After a hundred years, it would be too bleak to leave Yang Chan alone to recall what happened back then.

If it was a god, such a thing would not happen, and Yang Chan could live with that person until the end of time.

His mother is a good example. After his father died, his mother was alone. He wanted to take her over to live with her, but she always refused because she preferred to be alone.

Every time Yang Jian went to find her, she would stare at a wind chime in a daze.

That wind chime was made by them when they were in the world, and it contained the memories of their happy family of five.

For this reason, Yang Jian is not very willing for Yang Chan to find a mortal, but if Yang Chan really likes that person, he will not stop him.

Until Yang Jian saw it in the clouds, when he saw the dark cloud coming, Yang Chan pushed Liu Yanchang into the house, but when Liu Yanchang didn't come out, Yang Jian regretted it.

Thinking that his mother married a mortal back then, when the gods came to arrest them, his father did not hesitate at all, even if he had no magic power, he stood in front of his mother without hesitation.

This Liu Yanchang was lucky, he was directly pushed into the door by his sister, and never came out again.

Originally, Yang Jian just wanted to scare Liu Yanchang, to see how firm Liu Yanchang's feelings for Yang Chan were, but now, the fake scare turned into a real scare, and Nezha who was following behind couldn't stop him with all his might.

Angrily, Yang Jian took Yang Chan back to the place where he lived, locked the door, and asked Yang Chan to stay in the room and reflect.

Nezha was afraid that something might happen to Yang Chan, so he followed him all the way.

In the study, Jin Ling sensed Yang Jian's return, trembling fingers, closed the book casually, straightened his sleeves, and walked out.

Nezha wrinkled his face, and told Jin Ling about Yang Chan, hoping that Jin Ling could help persuade Yang Jian.

After Jin Ling listened to it, he made some calculations, and knew that the acquaintance of Yang Chan and Liu Yanchang had something to do with the boy Baihe under Yuanshi Tianzun's seat.

Jin Ling thought about Baihe boy's appearance. Although he was not as graceful and handsome as Yang Jian, he was still an extremely handsome boy. How did he become such a virtuous boy when he came to the world?

Could it be that he drank so much Mengpo soup during reincarnation that he lost his appearance?

Jin Ling paused for a while, feeling incapable of accepting it in his heart, raised his head and saw Yang Jian's face sinking like water, wondering if he had stimulated him too hard, and thought it over: "It's really a bit confused."

"With a brother like you, it's really difficult to find a husband."

Jin Ling couldn't understand Yang Chan's thoughts, how could she like Liu Yanchang with such a handsome, graceful and luxurious brother in front of her?

It is said that the heart of a woman is the needle of the sea, and it does seem so.

Jin Ling consciously excludes herself from women.

Yang Jian was entangled that Liu Yanchang abandoned Yang Chan when he came, and Jin Ling questioned Yang Chan's aesthetics. It's not a thing at all.

Nezha coughed lightly, clarified the theme clearly, and said, "Second brother, third sister is young, so it's normal for you to be unable to tell the difference between feelings for a while. You are her brother, and you should focus on persuasion."

"Bringing her back like this, and locking her up like this, I'm afraid it will make her even more rebellious."

After Nezha finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong with the way Yang Jian looked at him.

In the past, when Yang Jian looked at him, he was always looking at his brother's eyes, which were as warm as a spring breeze, but now Yang Jian looked at him, as if a wicker was blowing alternately on his face in the spring breeze.

Yang Jian's voice was low: "Are you so nervous, third sister?"

Nezha said: "Third sister lived in my house for a while, she is no different from my own sister."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, his eyes became even more strange, and he said, "What do you think of Sanmei?"

Hearing this, Jin Ling raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yang Jian. This question was a bit inexplicable. Nezha was in front of him, how could he say that Yang Chan was not good?

Yang Chan had stayed in Li's residence for a while, and Nezha treated Yang Chan like his own sister, so naturally he was full of praise for Yang Chan.

What's more, Yang Chan is a very good girl. She has a good temper, looks good, and is good at everything. The only thing that is not good is her eyes. What?

That Liu Yanchang is very good, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken.

Nezha said, "Third Sister is fine."

As soon as Nezha finished speaking, Yang Jian's voice suddenly rose: "Do you also like Sanmei?!"

As the breeze blew, Jin Ling looked at Yang Jian like a fool.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years of fear of well ropes is nothing more than that.

This Liu Yanchang definitely left an indelible shadow in Yang Jian's heart.

"do not like."

Nezha refused very simply, and expressed his contempt for Yang Jian's statement with his eyes.

Nezha raised his chin lightly, lowered his eyelids halfway, glanced down at Yang Jian, and said, "Second Brother, I take Third Sister as my younger sister."

Yang Jian frowned. I don't know if he was relieved, or he was more entangled. He reached out and patted Nezha on the shoulder, saying good brother.

No matter how well-known Yang Jian is for his thoughtfulness, he is still a male saint, so it is inevitable that he will not be able to grasp the delicate thoughts of the girl's family. Jin Ling thought for a while and said, "I'll go and persuade her."

"Also, ask Nine-Tailed Fox what's going on."

Nine-tailed fox is responsible for the affairs of men and women in the three worlds. If Yang Chan and Hongluan are in motion, nine-tailed fox should know how to solve it.

The Nine-Tailed Fox came very quickly, Yang Jian had just sent her a message, and she floated over from the clouds within a short while.

I don’t know if it was because of Wen Zhong, but the Nine-Tailed Fox’s voice, which was always delicate and soft, stopped pinching his throat in front of Jin Ling, and his voice returned to normal, with a bit of respect, saying: “That Liu Yanchang, is The white crane boy under Yuanshi Tianzun's seat is reincarnated."

Sure enough, as Jin Ling predicted, Liu Yanchang was indeed the reincarnation of Baihe Boy.

The Nine-Tailed Fox looked at Jin Ling, and continued: "Boy Baihe died strangely, so his soul did not enter the Conferred God Stage. Fortunately, God has the virtue of good life. When he is full of catastrophes, he can still ascend to immortality. Li Xianban."

This was set up by Wudang at the time of conferring the gods. Immortals or mortals who died unjustly at the time of conferring the gods and their souls did not enter the altar of conferring the gods, as long as they have a firm will, go through seven disasters and eight disasters, and remain true to their original intentions, they can still become gods and immortals. .

Yang Jian keenly grasped the key point of Nine-Tailed Fox's words, his voice became cold, and said: "So the third sister is the test of his calamity?"

Nine-tailed Fox blinked, smiled innocently, and said: "You can't say that, Boy Baihe died to save her, and now she is helping Boy Baihe to cross the catastrophe, and she has repaid the kindness at that time."

Yang Jian glanced at Nezha who was standing next to him, the Nine-Tailed Fox instantly understood what he meant, smiled brighter, and said, "Brother Nezha is a male fairy, so it's not good to let him show the love of breaking his sleeves, it's bad Brother Nezha's reputation."

Nezha: "..."

Jin Ling suddenly said: "His appearance..."

Nine-tailed Fox hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry, it's all a trivial matter. Tomorrow, I will give him a bowl of medicine and he will recover."

Jin Ling nodded and said, "That's not bad."

After clarifying the matter between Yang Chan and Liu Yanchang, Jiuweihu and Nezha left with great eyes, leaving only Jin Ling and Yang Jian in the room. Jin Ling persuaded: "I think this matter should be heard from her." manner."

"People are born free, even if you are her elder brother, you cannot interfere with her choice."

Yang Jian has always treated Jin Ling's words like a god, but on this matter, it is rare to have a disagreement with Jin Ling.

Yang Jian rubbed his brows, lowered his eyes and said, "It's not that the disciple interfered with her feelings, but that Liu Yanchang is not worthy of her entrustment for life."

It would be fine if it was Baihe boy, Yang Jian stayed in Qilinya for a while, and he still recognized Baihe boy's character, but Liu Yanchang is the reincarnation of Baihe, but his character is hard to describe.

Just hiding in the house and letting Yang Chan face everything made Yang Jian very dissatisfied.

Jin Ling said: "If I were Yang Chan, I would have the same choice as her."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

Jin Ling smiled suddenly, looked at Yang Jian with starry eyes, and said, "I don't care if the person I like can protect me."

"I can protect both of us, it's enough for him to give me love."

Inexplicably, Yang Jian felt his throat a little itchy, and even the air became hot and dry. Yang Jian moved his lips and said, "Master, I..."

After a pause, Yang Jian's face burned, and he said in a low voice, "I can protect you now."

"I know."

Jin Ling smiled, her slender figure flickered, and she went out the door.

When Jiuweihu went down to find Liu Yanchang, Liu Yanchang was already starving to death in the house.

One day in the sky, one year on the earth, only a few words in the sky, but several days in the world.

When Yang Chan left, she locked Liu Yanchang in the house. The poor weak scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken just spent a few days in the house without eating or drinking.

When Nine-Tailed Fox helped Liu Yanchang up, Liu Yanchang's consciousness was already blurred, he only saw a figure dangling in front of his eyes, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss, they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Nine-tailed fox took advantage of the time he was speaking, and fed him the golden pill that I had brought along, saying: "Who is your wife? Be careful that Thunder God will chop you to pieces."

Liu Yanchang regained his handsome appearance when he was a boy of Baihe, and was taken to the sky by the nine-tailed fox.

When Liu Yanchang saw Yang Jian, he lifted up his clothes and knelt down happily. Yang Chan stood behind Yang Jian, frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "You are..."

Liu Yanchang raised his head, smiled slightly, Yang Chan's pupils shrank slightly, and she lost her voice: "Baihe?!"

On the wedding day, Yang Chan told Jin Ling why she liked Liu Yanchang. She said that Liu Yanchang had a very clean temperament, just like the boy who used to protect her desperately.

It's a pity that the young man is dead, and he can't even enter the Conferred God Stage, so she can never find that person again.

She once told herself that if she met that person again, she would not let him face everything alone, so when Yang Jian came to find him, she chose to lock him in the door.

Jin Ling asked her, do you like Bai He or Liu Yanchang?

Yang Chan, who was waiting to be married in a bright wedding dress, smiled sweetly and said, "Liu Yanchang is Baihe, and Baihe is Liu Yanchang."

"He was my beginning and my end."

After marrying Yang Chan, Jin Ling stood at the door, thoughtful.

Yang Chan is undoubtedly very happy, the person who was moved by her heart at the beginning is the one who will accompany her to the end.

She has never experienced betrayal and injury, her world is full of sunshine.

Inexplicably, Jin Ling was somewhat envious of her.

After drinking the congratulatory toasts from the congratulatory immortals, Yang Jian came to look for Jin Ling with a wine glass.

He casually poured a glass of wine and handed it to Jin Ling, who took it and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking it, Fang found that the wine was different from the usual wine.

There are thousands of advantages after becoming a saint, but there is one disadvantage, that is, the fine wine and wine, and you will never be able to taste the taste again.

That's why Jin Ling drank it in one gulp.

Jin Ling glanced at the jug in Yang Jian's hand, and coughed softly.

Yang Jian patted her on the back lightly, and explained: "Uncle Wudang said that this is the first happy event since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, so he borrowed the flat peaches from the Golden Mother of Yaochi and brewed wine, so the taste is stronger."

Glancing at Jin Ling's blushing face, Yang Jian said in a rather helpless tone, "Master has already drank it before I have time to remind Master."

Jin Ling coughed lightly and said, "It's okay."

I don't know if it is the inheritance of the leader of Tongtian, but Jin Ling's drinking capacity is comparable to that of the leader of Tongtian.

Of course, the wine taste is also the same as that of the Master Tongtian.

The matter dates back ten thousand years ago, when Wen Zhong was 15 years old.

Most of the immortals on Penglai Island are immortals who have lived for tens of thousands of years. Because they have lived for too long, they don't care much about birthdays and the like.

Therefore, there are very few immortals on Penglai Island who celebrate their birthdays.

The world is different, and they pay more attention to the birthday of the fifteenth day. Jin Ling feels that what other people have, her apprentices naturally have it.

So Jin Ling planned to celebrate Wen Zhong's fifteenth birthday.

As soon as this idea was proposed, it was approved by many Jiejiao disciples.

In the final analysis, Penglai Island has been boring for too long and needs a carnival too much. Taking advantage of Wen Zhong's birthday, everyone can indulge themselves once.

At that time, Jin Ling was not yet a saint, and he still had feelings for ordinary drinks, so he couldn't hold back many disciples who came to persuade him to drink, and drank one cup after another.

I don't know how many cups after drinking, Jin Ling's mind went blank, and when she woke up the next morning, all the immortals looked at her with complicated eyes.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit came to her with a smile and said, "Senior Sister is awake? Do you still remember what happened last night?"

With a cold face, Jin Ling pretended to be calm, and said, "I don't remember."

The ghost didn't remember what happened last night, but she was too ashamed to mention it again.

Since then, Jin Ling seldom drank alcohol.

The spicy wine flowed into the lungs, Jin Ling's vision became a little blurred, and Yang Jian in front of him seemed to be standing unsteadily, as if he still had a double image.

Jin Ling stabilized his mind, closed his eyes and opened them again, and the Weaver Girl was weaving the clouds into various beautiful patterns, as gorgeous as flowers and brocades.

Yang Jian supported her arm, frowned slightly, and said, "Master, you are drunk."

He really didn't know that Jin Ling's drinking capacity was so bad, if he had known, he would never have accepted the jug of wine that Zhao Gongming handed him.

At the banquet just now, Zhao Gongming elbowed him, handed him a pot of wine, and said: "Nephew, you don't want your master to be happy with your sister's wedding wine?"

Only then did Yang Jian take the wine and came to find Jin Ling.

Never thought that after drinking a glass of wine, Jin Ling would be unable to stand up.

After being drunk, Jin Ling's voice was no longer clear as before, a little soft and sweet, his thin body leaned against his arms, like a well-fed cat, looking at him with watery eyes, as if soaked in water. Full of stars.

Jin Ling said: "Yang...Jian~"

The last word "jian", the tone rose slightly, as if sweeping his heart with a feather, it was inexplicably itchy.

"kindness."

Yang Jian hummed lightly and said, "Master, I'm here."

Just like a long, long time ago, when he was connected to Jin Ling's heart, when he heard Jin Ling's slightly chaotic heartbeat, he told her over and over again: "Master, I am here."

I will always be with you.

Putting the jug on the table beside him casually, Yang Jian gently wrapped Jin Ling in his arms. Jin Ling raised his head slightly and blinked at him.

Jin Ling's eyelashes were very long, like a small fan, and Yang Jian's heart was beating wildly.

Jin Ling said in a soft voice: "I...I'll take something to see!"

As she spoke, she broke free from his embrace, Yang Jian let her go, held her with one hand, and put the other around her in front of her to prevent her from falling down.

"Master, go slowly."

Jin Ling squinted his eyes and said, "How can you walk slowly for such a good thing?"

After getting drunk, Jin Ling smiled a lot more than usual.

In fact, after becoming a god, Jin Ling no longer has the cold appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away in the past, and occasionally there will be a very faint smile in his eyes.

But Jin Ling, who was drunk, had crooked eyebrows, clear eyes full of smiles, and there was no haze at all. Suddenly, Yang Jian understood what Yuanshi Tianzun did to her.

The sentence in the poems in the world used to be difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud.

With such a beautiful and bright smiling face, no matter who it is, they will want to keep her by their side.

Jin Ling took Yang Jian all the way to the study.

There are several huge bookshelves standing in the study room. On the bookshelves, there are neatly placed the book of human stories sent by Zhao Gongming.

Jin Ling walked unsteadily to a bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, trying to take down the book on it.

Jin Ling was quite tall among female fairies, but the bookshelf was too big for her to reach even on tiptoe.

In situations like this in the past, she used to use mana to get it down. Today, she was drunk and her head was dizzy, so she couldn't remember to use mana.

Yang Jian took down the book and gently placed it in Jin Ling's hand.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but between his fingertips, he felt that Jin Ling's originally cold fingers became warmer.

Jin Ling was holding the book, and when he lost his footing, he swayed to one side.

Yang Jian's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his long hand to hold her in his arms. Her cheek brushed against his neck, making it itchy.

Jin Ling smiled and said, "Ah, you're drunk."

Yang Jian smiled, raised his hand to stroke her soft hair, and said, "Well, I'm drunk."

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

When he saw her for the first time, he was so drunk that he couldn't control it.

The reason for working hard to become stronger is on the one hand to rescue his mother earlier, and on the other hand, he has an expectation in his heart.

When he becomes strong enough, maybe he will be able to stand side by side with her instead of following her forever and seeing only her back.

Jin Ling smiled, leaned on his chest, and opened the book in his hand.

Yang Jian looked down at Jin Ling's profile.

Jin Ling pointed at the pictures on the book with his tender fingers, and said with a smile, "Look, isn't it a good thing?"

Yang Jian followed her words and said, "Well, okay—"

After reading the contents of the book, Yang Jian's voice stopped, and the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze.

The noisy congratulations from the outside world, the rustling of the branches and leaves in the breeze, and the delicate sound of Jin Ling's fingers rubbing on the book all seemed to stop in an instant.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, pressed Jin Ling's hand, closed the book, and said softly, "Master, let's read another book."

If he knew that the content of the book sent by Zhao Gongming was like this, he would never want it, let alone put the book in such an obvious place for Jin Ling to flip through and point to the screen for him to read .

Jin Ling frowned lightly, and said in a soft voice with an undeniable taste, "This one is very good."

"Just look at this."

Yang Jian's face turned dark all of a sudden.

Jin Ling was drunk and didn't know what he was doing, but he was not drunk, his consciousness was clearer than ever.

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he had never been so nervous before.

So much so that the palms of his hands were sweating, and it was extremely uncomfortable to hold them wet, and Jin Ling's slightly cooler body temperature seemed to be silently attracting him.

The sky is full of colorful brocades, and the light in the room is dim and bright.

The images in the book are lingering in my mind, the bodies of the man and the woman are intertwined, lingering and lingering.

The soft figure of the woman and the firm chest of the man seem to be at one point.

Yang Jian's voice became hoarse, and he said, "Master, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

Jin Ling's voice was soft, as if she was coquettish, her eyes were bright, and when she looked up at him, it was like starlight soaked in water.

"Yang Jian."

She raised her chin slightly, and said softly, like a cat that had had enough sleep, she comfortably scratched his heart with her little paws with her nails hidden, the pads on the paws were soft.

Her tender and slender fingers flipped the pages of the book unconsciously.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the pictures in the book were the best ignition agent.

Yang Jian's eyes darkened, he raised his hand to grab her soft fingers, and said, "Master, do you know what you are doing?"

Jin Ling tilted his head, smiled and said, "I know."

After speaking, she raised her head and gently pecked Yang Jian's chin.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, and Jin Ling's eyes blinked, tender as autumn water.

The air in the room seemed to be still rising, Yang Jian took a deep breath and hugged her in his arms.

She still held the book in her hand, as if she had caught a treasure, and held it in front of Yang Jian as if offering a treasure.

The flickering pictures made Yang Jian's breathing more and more rapid, the faint body temperature of the person in his arms, the faint fragrance, intertwined together, making people feel hot for no reason.

Turning around the candlestick and the screen, Yang Jian put Jin Lingping on the bed.

The brocade-like rosy clouds shone through the window sill and shone on the bed, dyeing everything on the bed a bright red.

Yang Jian's fingers brushed Jin Ling's hair, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, he took a deep breath, sat up, turned his face away, and said to Jin Ling: "Master is drunk, go to rest earlier."

After all, he walked out of the room without looking back.

The first event since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, tonight is destined to be an uneasy night.

The noise, the congratulations, and the sound of toasting are all intertwined, weaving this happy day.

Yang Jian returned to his yard, and silently recited a sentence. Cold water poured down from his head and poured on him in an instant.

Closing his eyes, Ruoyou Ruowu's thoughts seemed to fade a little, he grabbed the void with his hand, picked up the three-pointed double-edged knife and began to play.

After waking up, do people have the same consciousness as when they were drunk?

Will Master still remember?

How will I face Master tomorrow?

Yang Jian's heart was in a mess, and suddenly there was a booing voice from the disciples in the next courtyard: "Kiss one!"

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, and disturbed emotions rushed into his heart.

What is he struggling with? !

Didn't the master agree to his confession long ago? !

Why did he live his life in such a way that it was not as close as it was before becoming a god?

After thinking for a long time, Yang Jian felt like a fool.

Although Jin Ling's aura is cold and ethereal, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with certain intimate actions, but they are already adults, and saints who have lived for thousands of years are each other's way. Couple, kissing and hugging are probably within the normal range, right?

Yang Jian stopped moving, and glanced at Jin Ling's courtyard.

It's quite sad to say, they have lived in the name of a Taoist couple for thousands of years, but he has never even been at Jin Ling's bedside, the only time was when Jin Ling was drunk just now and he went to see her off.

Can he pass now?

Master is his Taoist companion, shouldn't it be too much for him to go now?

Yang Jian took a step and stopped again.

No, Master is drunk now, he is completely unconscious of what he does, he can't take advantage of others' danger, that's too petty.

Yang Jian struggled all night, playing with the three-pointed two-edged sword all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Jian walked out of the yard, just as Zhao Gongming passed by his yard.

Zhao Gongming had already passed by, but when he saw Yang Jian coming out, he took a few steps back to Yang Jian's door, looked at Yang Jian like a fool, widened his eyes, and said, "Are you sleeping here?"

"You didn't give Senior Sister the wine last night???"

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Master is too strong to drink, so I put her in order and came back."

Zhao Gongming's eyes were wide open, and he didn't speak for a while.

As the breeze blows, the Weaver Girls walk together, weaving the colors of today's clouds.

Zhao Gongming looked at Yang Jian heartbrokenly, hating that iron could not become steel, and said: "You can't teach a child!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, almost hitting Yang Jian's face, and walked away staggeringly.

Yang Jian glanced at his receding back, and walked to the next yard to look for Jin Ling.

After a night of ideological struggle, Yang Jian felt that it was necessary for him to talk to Jin Ling.

Of course, this discussion is based on Jin Ling's sobriety.

Yang Jian knocked on the door and said, "Master."

"Come in."

Jin Ling's voice returned to its usual coolness.

Yang Jian walked in, and the books that Jin Ling brought back last night were casually placed on the table.

Jin Ling sat on the opposite side of the table, his face was pushed aside by the book calmly, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

The gap between the Jinling last night and the Jinling at this time is too great, Yang Jian rubbed his brows, and felt that there should not be only one reason for the two of them to live in the name of a Taoist couple.

Jin Ling's cold and alienated attitude made it impossible to make any intimate actions with her.

While Yang Jian was struggling and hesitating, Jin Ling took a sip of tea, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was calm: "Apprentice, do you want to say, should something happen to us?"

Yang Jian shook his hand and slammed his face on the table.

The author has something to say:

Jin Ling: I have lived for tens of thousands of years

How can you hide from me with your little thought?

A super sweet episode that was agreed upon!

Isn't it so sweet! ! !