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

Yang Jian Extra Story

Yang Jian sat up slowly, wondering if he was hallucinating.

The impression of Jin Ling has always been as cold as autumn frost, lingering and inviolable, she does not have the coquettish and obsessive obsession of a little daughter, and she does not have flushed cheeks when a woman looks at her sweetheart. For the sake of it, I can't give birth to a little heart with you.

Such a person who is deliberately keeping a distance from you even by hair, suddenly said such a thing, let alone Yang Jian, if someone else is, it is probably more shocking than Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at Jin Ling, and couldn't believe his ears: "Master, you,"

"What did you say?"

Jin Ling said calmly, "What do you think?"

Even though it was a very common sentence, Yang Jian felt that this sentence was very ambiguous, with an indescribable emotion.

Inexplicably, Yang Jian felt his face burn, wondering if it was because he fell on the table just now.

Jin Ling's eyes are clean and clear, with an ethereal aura that is not stained by human fireworks. With such eyes, one can see the bottom at a glance.

Because it's too clean and pure, people can't have any desire for her.

Yang Jian often had the illusion that when Jin Ling's eyes looked over, even if Jin Ling wanted his life, he would show his chest without hesitation, and even hand her a knife.

No one can resist such a pair of eyes.

Clean, translucent, free from dust.

But when those eyes looked at you and said something that made people blush and heartbeat calmly, Yang Jian felt that his whole life was not good.

Jin Ling pressed his little finger on the cup, paused, and said, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

This question is very interesting.

If Yang Jian said yes, then it is estimated that Jin Ling's eyes on him in the future are almost the same as those of Haotian God. Beauty, you said that you don't have that kind of thought, even an immortal would suspect that there is something wrong with you.

But if he says no, he has that kind of thought about her, and he will inevitably be suspected of lust and lust.

Yang Jian struggled and hesitated for a while, not knowing how to reply.

The sandalwood in the house curls around, the clouds surround people's feet, the melodious fairy music flows in the ears, the mist turns into water and falls from the eaves, and time slips away quietly through the fingers.

The tip of Yang Jian's tongue was numb, and his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and said: "Master, this disciple is not a serious person."

His voice was very low. After saying this sentence, the voice behind him became even lower, suppressed, hesitant, and vaguely expecting.

Yang Jian said: "The disciple wants to be with the master."

No matter what kind of status he is, he is very happy, whether it is a Taoist companion or an apprentice, he is very satisfied to see the master every day.

After a sage has been doing it for a long time, his physical instincts tend to weaken.

He thinks this way is not bad now, but when he thought about Jin Ling's ignorant and watery eyes last night, Yang Jian felt that the way last night seemed to be not bad.

Yang Jian's heart was in a mess, worried that Jin Ling would be abrupt, and also worried that Jin Ling would be angry.

Jin Ling was nice to everyone, and he didn't seem to have anything special to him. If he hadn't expressed his heart to Jin Ling time and time again, I'm afraid Jin Ling might not become his Taoist companion?

Back then, if Jin Ling didn't accept what he had said, they would have become strangers. Maybe Jin Ling reluctantly agreed in order not to lose him as his apprentice.

The way Jin Ling looked at him was no different from the way he looked at other people. It was always clear and cold, with a slight alienation.

If she liked him, then the way she looked at him should have changed slightly.

Just like the third sister Yang Chan, when she watched the reincarnation of Baihe boy, her eyes were gentle and focused, full of deadly friendship.

But when Jin Ling looked at him, he didn't see these things in his eyes.

There were tiny stars in her eyes, but he didn't know why the stars shone.

The more Yang Jian thought about it, the more uncertain he became, and he didn't know what to say next.

Jin Ling put down the cup, looked at Yang Jian with confusion, and said, "Don't you like me?"

"Yes, Yang Jian likes Master."

Yang Jian nodded and tightened his fingers slightly.

He likes it so much, because he likes it, so he hopes to see her happy.

Jin Ling said: "Then don't leave at night."

Yang Jian was slightly startled, Jin Ling said flatly, "Stay with me."

Yang Jian's blood froze.

Disturbing thoughts rushed to his heart, Yang Jian felt his tongue was about to get tied up, and asked, "Does Master like me?"

Jin Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at him, then looked away casually, and his eyes fell on the cup.

The breeze shook the tea in the cup, like a pool of spring water, Jin Ling said: "This question is a bit stupid."

Yang Jian's face suddenly burned.

As if aware of Yang Jian's thoughts, Jin Ling said: "I have lived for thousands of years, and Master has never taught me to wrong myself, so being with you is not about wronging myself."

"Every decision I make is to follow my inner choice."

The fairy music in the sky seemed to have stopped, leaving only the lingering clouds floating in front of his eyes. Yang Jian's actions preceded his thinking to make a decision—he leaned forward, embraced Jin Ling, and buried his face in her At the shoulder blade, he said in a muffled voice: "The disciple is wrong."

When you like someone, it's always easy to underestimate yourself. A word or a look from the other person can make people worry about it for a long time.

Subsequent developments will follow suit.

No matter how much Yang Jian pretended to chat casually with Jin Ling, he would still secretly glance at the bright sky outside the window from the corner of his eye.

The daytime of this day seems to be extraordinarily long, it is never dark, and the light of the Golden Crow is very brilliant. When passing through the gate of Jinling's courtyard, he greeted Yang Jian with a smile.

Yang Jian secretly sent a secret voice to Xiao Jinwu: "Are you going to take over early today?"

After the grievances and grievances of the previous generation were eliminated, the relationship between the little Jinwu and him was quite harmonious. Hearing his voice, the little Jinwu cheerfully refused: "No, I am a good Jinwu who is dedicated to his duties!"

Yang Jian pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and made a silent decision. The light of the Golden Crow began to dim, and could no longer shine into Jinling's courtyard.

Jin Ling was flipping through a book when he felt the light change. He looked up at the sky and said, "It's dark?"

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Master has been reading, so he naturally feels that time flies."

Jin Ling thought for a while, and felt that it made sense. He closed the book, and when he raised his head, he met Yang Jian's deep eyes.

What Jin Ling sees the most is Yang Jian with a light smile and a well-thought-out plan. Of course, he has also seen Yang Jian when he was young, with bright eyes when he was high-spirited, and Yang Jian when his eyes were deep and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. , it was the first time seeing Jin Ling.

Yang Jian's voice restrained with a touch of bewilderment, said: "Master, go to bed."

After speaking, he strode over, and the refreshing faint fragrance like bamboo orchid greeted his face, and Jin Ling was hugged in his arms.

I don't know if it's because of a saint who has cultivated from a human being, but his body has the body temperature of a human being. It was originally light, but now it has a bit of heat.

Through the thin cloth, Jin Ling could feel the warmth of his skin under the cloth.

Yang Jian gently placed Jin Lingping on the bed, and Jin Ling's cool fingers wrapped around his neck.

When men do this kind of thing, they are always self-taught, as if by nature, they can easily find a vent, and then get out of hand.

In the dream, Jin Ling's delicate voice lingered, and outside the dream, Jin Ling's ascetic and cold face was stained crimson.

She was originally born extremely white, but when she was slightly red, she was as beautiful as the morning glow reflecting the snow.

He tried to move, but the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and no sound came out.

Yang Jian couldn't help smiling.

Practical experience is never the same as theoretical experience. No matter how many erotic pictures you have seen, you will never know the fun of them unless you experience them yourself.

With the tip of his tongue prying her lips open, Yang Jian lowered his voice and said, "Master."

"kindness."

Jin Ling's nasal voice was a bit heavy, his voice was restrained and self-sustaining, his eyes were foggy, he closed them and opened them again, finally he was no longer the original cold and alienated.

The night here seems to be extremely long, and people will never wake up.

The cup of book that Jin Ling brought over after he was drunk seemed to be the best teaching material, until Jin Ling's voice became hoarse, Yang Jian threw away the book, hugged her tightly in his arms, and put a warm breath on her forehead Moist kiss.

This kind of thing seems to be an addictive drug, once it is contaminated, it will never be quit.

Those human story books sent by Zhao Gongming neatly arranged in the study room finally came into use.

After the cloud rain, Yang Jian sincerely thanked Zhao Gongming in his heart, and at the same time teased Jin Ling with evil intentions, listening to Jin Ling's tone of voice changed slightly, which became the greatest joy in his life.

After being together for a long time like this, Yang Jian became a little concerned about Jin Ling's stomach.

When they were together, they didn't pay attention to contraception. It stands to reason that after so many times, and at his young age, Jin Ling's stomach should have moved a little bit.

But Jin Ling's stomach has always been flat, without any change.

One day, Yang Jian sneaked a peek at Jin Ling's belly again from the corner of his eye. Jin Ling glanced at him, turned the pages of the book with his fingers, and said, "Don't read it."

"Saints and saints can't have children."

Without even thinking about it, Yang Jian subconsciously said, "I am different from Haotian God."

He has something more than Haotian God.

Jin Ling's movements of turning the pages of the book paused, and his gaze stayed on Yang Jian for a while.

She understands that Yang Jian is a saint who has been proved by others, and also understands Yang Jian's thoughts of people who want to pass on the family line. After thinking about it, Jin Ling said: "I can create our children."

Just like tens of thousands of years ago, she re-divided yin and yang and transformed all things.

She can create everything in the world, let alone a child.

Yang Jian frowned slightly and said, "It's different."

What he wants is the fusion of his and her blood, not a child that can be conjured at will. If it is calculated in this way, he can also have a child.

After learning that saints and saints can't have children, Yang Jian didn't bring up this topic again. Although he wanted to have a child with Jin Ling, but now that they are immortal, whether they have children or not doesn't seem to be particularly important .

Not only did he and Jin Ling have no children, neither did Bai He and Yang Chan, even the leader of Tongtian and Yun Xiao lived their lives to the end and never talked about children.

I don't know if it was to comfort Yang Jian, but the Master Tongtian patted Yang Jian's shoulder carelessly, leaned into Yang Jian's ear, and said meaningfully: "What's so good about having a child?"

"It will take many years to not be able to do that."

Master Tongtian's voice was a little low. Yang Jian only heard that the child was good, but he couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, so he followed the words of Master Tongtian, saying: "What?"

Master Tongtian's gaze fell on him, he smiled narrowly and said, "What?"

Clenched fingers clenching Yang Jian's shoulders, Master Tongtian said with a smile, "Naturally, I can't do what I love to do~"

The immortals of Jiejiao have long been accustomed to the unrestrained words of the leader of Tongtian, and they just pretended not to hear them. Very light news.

As if aware of his gaze, Jin Ling looked back and gave him a shallow smile.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's heartbeat doubled.

When they first became immortals, many of the Jiejiao disciples still found it interesting, but after a long time, even interesting things became boring, not to mention, Heavenly Court is not a particularly interesting place.

So some gods began to make appointments to go down to the world and wander around the world.

Wudang did not prohibit this practice. For the gods who have done their job well, Wudang is happy that they go to the world to experience calamity, and arrange their respective fates with great interest.

This god doesn't ring the bell well in the heavenly court, and he also likes to drink, and he likes to be crazy about drinking after drinking. Well, let him be a little Taoist priest who rings the bell in the Taoist temple in his next life, and hits the clock for a lifetime.

This immortal has performed very well in the Heavenly Court, and he has done a good job in his job, so he is allowed to be a general in the world, with a charming wife and concubine by his side, and live a prosperous life.

Jin Ling found this method very interesting, so she asked Yang Jian if she would like to go to the world together. She has lived for so long and has never lived as a person. She is a little curious about this kind of life.

Yang Jian is a human being, and he doesn't have much curiosity and yearning for the world, but facing Jin Ling's high spirits, Yang Jian is naturally willing to accompany him, so he said: "Okay."

"Let's go to Uncle Wudang to register first, and arrange a better life."

Ordinary people are far less comfortable than saints, and the law of survival has too much blood and tears. Out of a certain thought, Yang Jian is unwilling to let Jin Ling know the darkness in the world.

After registering, Yang Jian secretly found Wudang again, and said to Wudang, "I don't need to remember."

Yang Jian has been a mortal, and knows the powerlessness and helplessness of being a mortal. If he has to go to the world for a while, he feels that he still maintains the ability of a saint, so that he can be better with Jin Ling.

Wudang nodded, as if I understood.

On this day, in the prosperous place of Jinling, a girl was born in a local rich and famous family.

Strange to say, on the day the girl was born, the sky was full of colorful clouds, the room was full of fragrance, and there were even cranes hovering on the roof.

After the girl was born, she neither cried nor made noises, her watery eyes looked at the people around her curiously,

The family named the girl Ling.

On the seventh day after Ling'er was born, a boy in white shirt came to the door.

The young man is dressed in white, which looks like gauze but not gauze, and satin but not satin. There is a hidden brilliance flowing between his movements.

Holding a folding fan in his hand, the young man said gracefully, "I'm here for your love."

With a wave of the fan, he held the light of the Golden Crow in his hands, everyone was shocked, the young man smiled slightly, and said: "Lingai is destined to be with me."

Since then, the news of Ling'er's destiny has spread throughout Jinling.

The boy has since lived in Jinling.

The young man in Yushu Linfeng was holding a little girl and walking on the streets of the busy city. The people in Jinling smiled kindly and enviously at them. The young man nodded slightly, his eyes were soft.

Later Jin Lingya learned to speak, and the young man taught her word by word, saying: "Master, sir, come."

Under the sun, Yang Jian, who turned into a boy, smiled, and his voice was bewildering: "Speak to me."

Jin Ling frowned, poked Yang Jian's face with her small fingers, and said clearly, "Yang, Jian."

Yang Jian corrected her with a good temper, and continued: "It's the husband."

Jin Ling raised his chin slightly, and said stubbornly, "Yang, Jian."

Yang Jian had no choice but to rub her hair and said, "Okay, it's Yang Jian."

When Jin Ling was five years old, Yang Jian took her away from the land of Jinling and took her to visit famous mountains and great rivers to appreciate all the beauty in the world.

When she was in Jinling, Yang Jian expressed his heart to her.

At that time, Ling'er had just finished picking the bright little flowers on the roadside, and Yang Jian put the flowers on her temples, with tender eyes, he said, "Do you like me?"

Jin Ling smiled sweetly and said, "What do you think?"

Yang Jian held her in his arms, feeling her warm breath and frantic heartbeat.

In the evening, when the mountain breeze came, Yang Jian transformed into a sea of ​​flowers, and the fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Yang Jian walked up to Jin Ling step by step, and said again: "I like you."

Jin Ling's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the clarity and purity in his eyes was as clear and pure as he had seen for the first time.

Yang Jian lowered his head and kissed her lips, her lips were as soft as her own.

Feeling her body temperature slowly turn from warm to cold, Yang Jian let go of Jin Ling.

Jin Ling closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

Today is her birthday, she died at her time, the most beautiful and brilliant season in a girl's life.

Yang Jian returned to the sky, his face was as black as ink that could not be melted away.

He carefully held the person he had cared for for 18 years in the palm of his hand, and he was about to embrace him in his arms. He never thought that Jin Ling would actually die.

Yang Jian went to look for Wudang, what kind of fate did this bring to Jin Ling?

What kind of perfect life is such an early death?

Wudang smiled kindly, pushed the blame thoroughly, and said, "Don't look for me, this is what my senior sister told me."

"Senior sister said, she doesn't want to be old and ugly, she wants to die at the most beautiful age."

Seeing that Yang Jian's face was getting darker and darker, Wudang said: "Senior sister has gone to reincarnation again, if you don't go down to the realm, she will be destined for life with her bamboo horse."

Yang Jian returned to the world with a cold face.

This time Jin Ling was reincarnated as a princess of a dynasty, and the little bamboo horse was the son of a powerful minister. In order to win over the powerful minister, the old emperor planned to marry the little princess to the son of the powerful minister.

After Yang Jian figured out Jin Ling's situation, he sneered, and he had never been afraid of anyone in terms of fighting.

The little princess and the little official are about to get engaged, and it's too late to become a general from a soldier. Yang Jian thought about it and decided to entrust the old emperor with a dream.

It is said that he can save his country, prevent his country from falling into the hands of outsiders, and even prolong his national fortune for 500 years, so as to ensure smooth weather during his administration.

The old emperor was dubious, Yang Jian glanced at him, and said indifferently: "The capital has been drought for a long time, I promise you a rain, it will fall at noon, and stop at the hour of the day."

After waking up, the old emperor thought about the scene in his dream, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

As a person who is an emperor by profession, who doesn't hope that the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe when he is in power?

The ambition is even bigger, to level the sea, to increase the strength of the four barbarians, to become an emperor through the ages, and to live forever.

But looking at the clear sky, the old emperor's expectations were half-cooled.

If it really rained today, the sky should be gloomy, not the glare of the sun.

The old emperor shook his head and sighed, and went to review the memorial.

Time slipped away bit by bit, while the old emperor was reviewing the memorial, he suddenly felt that the surrounding light dimmed, and just as he raised his head, he heard a thunderous sound.

Lightning pierced the sky, a vast expanse of whiteness, torrential rain fell, and the long-dry fields finally got new life.

The old prince paused, the imperial pen in his hand slipped down on the desk, and murmured in a low voice: "God bless our country."

It was night, when Yang Jian was like a dream again, the old emperor was no longer the arrogance he had when he first saw him, his vicissitudes face was full of respect, and he said: "Shangxian."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth curled slightly, and he said, "Is the princess still married?"

The old emperor shook his head again and again and said, "No marriage."

"En?" Yang Jian dragged his voice, and when the old emperor heard it, he quickly changed his words: "Naturally, he married a Shangxian."

Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction, waved his long sleeves, and said, "Go, I will help you in the Golden Luan Hall tomorrow."

In the early morning of the next day, the old emperor got up early without waiting for the eunuch to call.

When he went to court, he brought the little princess who had just learned to walk.

The emperor held the little princess in his arms and sat on the dragon chair.

The courtiers of the Golden Luan Palace looked at me and I looked at you, and all felt that the position of the emperor could be replaced.

How many years has this dynasty been established, what kind of fatuous emperor has not been born?

The majesty of the ancestral family law and royal family has long been stepped on by the emperors of all dynasties, and the current emperor has added fuel to the fire. He actually brought the little princess with him when he went to court.

It can be seen that the position of the dragon chair is really tiring.

The courtiers turned their gazes to the powerful minister. The powerful minister cleared his throat and came out. Just as he was about to say something, a white light flashed, and the powerful minister fell to the ground.

Habayashi Wei quickly reacted, and the eunuch screamed for escort to protect His Majesty and the princess.

In a panic, Yang Jian came slowly, dressed in white.

In the emperor's arms, the little princess stood on tiptoe, poked her head out, and looked at him with round eyes.

The sounds of fighting around seemed to have stopped, leaving only a soft little person in the bright yellow. Yang Jian smiled and stretched out his hand to her.

If you go back ten thousand years ago, those who fight with Yang Jian are all ancient immortals, so these things of fighting in the court are really a piece of cake for Yang Jian, and the simple ones should not be too simple.

When the princess was 16 years old, the emperor married her to the imperial tutor of the dynasty.

The national teacher Yang Jian is a very legendary figure. He descended out of thin air, killed the powerful ministers with a single sword, and then quickly wiped out the overseas countries and wiped out the barbarians. With his assistance, the emperor became an emperor through the ages.

At the end of Yang Jian's dynasty, there will be no more wars in the country, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment. The country's fortunes will be extended for 500 years for the country that was originally crumbling.

As for the love story between the national teacher and the little princess, it is even more interesting to talk about.

The face of the national teacher is not old, whether it is when the little princess is young or when the little princess is dressed in red and ready to marry, the national teacher is a young man facing the wind, graceful and luxurious, just like a god in the sky.

The little princess lived to the end of her life, and the national teacher never married. After 50 years after the death of the little princess, the national teacher disappeared from this world.

It was as sudden as when he came.

The world's commentary about the future, the power over the world, to him, it's like a fleeting moment, as if he only came here for the little princess.

Spoiling the little princess all her life made her eyes full of clear sky.

The maid who served the little princess later said that even the little princess's meals were fed by the national teacher, bite by bite.

In front of the little princess, he is not a national teacher who can call the wind and rain, nor is he an invincible general, nor is he a prime minister who commands all officials. He is just a simple man who likes the princess very much.

When Yang Jian returned to the sky again, he was still greeted with a smiling face like a spring breeze.

Before Yang Jian stepped forward to cancel the number, he pushed him away in no time, and said, "I'm finally back, hurry up, or if you don't go, the senior sister will be married away."

Wudang smiled and said: "This time, Senior Sister has made a baby kiss..."

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he flew down to the lower realm.

This time it is no longer above the court, but far away from the rivers and lakes. Jin Ling has indeed made a baby marriage with someone, and is the son of the leader of the martial arts.

In this era, the imperial court was weak, foreigners invaded the Central Plains, and the Han people were oppressed.

The officers and soldiers of the imperial court are unreliable, so they can only rely on the strength of the common people to fight against foreign tribes. Therefore, there are various schools in the martial arts, and they fight on their own.

However, it is impossible for various sects to fight against each other in small ways, so the martial arts leader is elected by the sects to lead the martial arts and drive out the aliens.

The family where Jin Ling was born was one of the sects in the martial arts, and before he was born, he made a baby marriage with the son of the leader of the martial arts.

When Yang Jian found Jin Ling, Jin Ling was already twelve or thirteen years old.

Because he is a child of the Jianghu, Jin Ling practiced martial arts on weekdays, and the sword in his hand was flipping, and there was a chill.

After the cold light dissipated, a boy in white appeared in her sight.

The young man in white stood there, as if the sky and the earth had become brighter, holding her sword blade with his fingers, and looking at him tenderly with twinkling peach blossom eyes.

Jin Ling paused, looked at Yang Jian's face, and hesitated: "Did I meet you somewhere?"

His appearance was very familiar, his eyes were affectionate and focused, as if he had secretly looked at her like this in a midnight dream.

Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "I've seen it, it's in your heart."

It's a pity that such a handsome face is so frivolous, Jin Ling grabbed the sword back with his fingers, and said: "Deng Tuzi!"

Putting away the sword, Jin Ling turned around and left.

This person is probably sick, so she still ignores him.

But Yang Jian blocked her way again, with her twinkling peach eyes drooping down, seeing Jin Ling, she felt a twinge in her heart for a moment, and before she had time to think about it, the pain disappeared quickly.

Jin Ling frowned slightly, and said, "Who are you?"

Yang Jian said softly: "Yang Jian."

At the age of twelve or thirteen, she still doesn't understand human love, but when she was innocent, she looked at Yang Jian and said, "Don't come here again, if people see it, you will be beaten to death."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "No way."

Yang Jian asked her if she liked the son of the martial arts leader, Jin Ling frowned and asked, "What is liking?"

The breeze blows the branches and leaves, rustling, the fish jumping up on the lake, swaying waves, Yang Jian smiled lightly and said: "I like it. When I see him, I feel happy and think of spending the rest of my life with him." , and look forward to the rest of my life.”

When Yang Jian said something, Jin Ling frowned, and after Yang Jian talked for a while, Jin Ling frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, before Yang Jian could finish speaking, Jin Ling left in a hurry after saying "I'm going back".

Yang Jian looked at her receding back with a faint smile on his lips.

Back in the room, Jin Ling thought about what Yang Jian said just now, and felt that his three views were not good.

Jin Ling couldn't linger for too long, and a major event happened in the martial arts world—the leader of the martial arts alliance colluded with a foreign race.

If this matter breaks out later, I'm afraid that all the martial arts sects will die in the trap set by the martial arts leader.

After this happened, the marriage contract between Jin Ling and the son of the leader of the martial arts would not come true, and the various sects were busy organizing their disciples, accumulating strength to fight to the death with the alien race.

But the various sects are fighting against each other, like a mess of scattered sand, where is the opponent of the iron cavalry who has been recharging their energy for a long time?

However, in a few months, they lost and retreated.

The land of the Central Plains was desolate, with bones exposed in the wild, and wild dogs rummaged through human corpses for food.

When everyone thought that the Han people were extinct and the barbarians were about to rule the land of the Central Plains, a boy in white clothes floated towards him with a folding fan in his hand, like a god in the nine heavens.

Jin Ling, dressed in military uniform, followed behind his father, looked back at Yang Jian and smiled at her when he saw Yang Jian among the thousands of troops, then rushed into the enemy camp, and walked out holding the head of the traitorous martial arts leader in an instant.

Behind him were millions of barbarian cavalry, none of them dared to step forward to stop him.

Dressed in white, not stained by a single drop of blood, he is calm and relaxed, as if he is traveling in mountains and rivers.

Seeing him approaching, the disciples of all sects gave way one after another. He held the head of the leader of the martial arts and walked up to Jin Ling. Under the sun, his eyes shone slightly, and he said: "This is a betrothal gift, the girl is willing to marry me!" ?”

Jin Ling blushed and gave her life a gentle grace.

After this battle, Yang Jian was elected as the new leader of the martial arts, and led the martial arts people to fight against the barbarians and alien races. After a few years of interruption, the barbarians were expelled and China was restored.

After the world is settled, the leader of the martial arts alliance will naturally become the master of the world.

The founding empress died on the night of her birthday, and the emperor never made another empress. A hundred years later, he appointed a minister's outstanding son as the heir apparent.

The descendants all know that the emperor loves deeply, and only the empress is the only one in his life, even if the country is handed over to him for thousands of years, he will not accept another new concubine.

When Yang Jian returned to the sky again, his face was beyond description, like a ball of insoluble ink.

Wudang smiled and said, "Yo, I'm finally back, Senior Sister..."

Before finishing speaking, Yang Jian interrupted again: "Where did she go?"

Wudang smiled and said, "You guess."

Yang Jian pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jin Ling always died earlier than him, every time he died on his birthday, so that when he returned to the sky, Jin Ling was reincarnated again.

The experience in the world is nothing more than these things, but she is like an addiction, and she is very busy with reincarnation.

Yang Jian wanted to say Wudang, why didn't he persuade Jin Ling, at least wait for him, but Jin Ling's temper is quite stubborn, no one can stop what he has decided, even if Wudang tried to stop Jin Ling, it would be useless .

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and said, "I'll go down to find her."

In this way, life after life, Jin Ling became the daughter of civil servants, or the tiger girl of Jiangmen, or the empress of a wealthy businessman.

After an unknown number of dynasties, when Yang Jian returned to the sky, he saw Jin Ling's former appearance again.

Her clothes are a faint golden color, and the brilliance flows between her actions, and when she stands there quietly, it seems that the world has lost its color.

Her eyes were still like starlight soaked in water, shining brightly, a little cold.

She gave him a faint smile and said, "Yang Jian."

Here is you, life after life is you.

Yang Jian breathed and listened for a moment, and the sound of Xianle in the sky seemed to have lost its voice.

"We go home."

Jin Lingdao.

Yang Jian stepped forward and took Jin Ling's hand, saying, "Okay."

He felt that the human world was meaningless at all, and every time he took care of Jin Ling to grow up, Jin Ling died that night, leaving him wandering in the world alone.

After so many reincarnations, I don't know how he got here.

Fortunately, Jin Ling seemed to be tired of being reincarnated as a human being, and no longer mentioned the matter of going to the next world again.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

The night was very long this time, Yang Jian held her under him, over and over again, hearing her small voice turn into whimpers, seeing her originally white face turn crimson, Yang Jian felt that this was the most beautiful thing in life .

Jin Ling became hoarse, and lay quietly in Yang Jian's arms, as gentle and obedient as a cat, but slowly circling his fingers on his chest.

Yang Jian grabbed her finger, narrowed his eyes, pressed it against her ear, and whispered, "Again?"

Jin Ling smiled and said, "Okay."

Familiar people, familiar places, familiar postures, but no matter how many times, when Yang Jian felt her body tremble slightly, he was still excited.

He leaned against that place with bad intentions, lowered his head to kiss the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes due to emotion, her voice was thin and restrained, and there was mist in her eyes.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and murmured as if in a daze: "Yang Jian, do you want a child?"

The sage can't have children. Yang Jian didn't mention the matter of children after knowing this kind of thing. Today, he suddenly heard Jin Ling mention it, smiled and said, "You are enough for me."

With her by his side, he was really content. If she stopped being a human being in the lower world and just stayed with him in the room, then he would be even more content.

Jin Ling responded to his kiss and said vaguely, "We will."

Yang Jian lowered his head and smiled, moved his body, listening to her small voice flowing in his ears, her warmth wrapped him.

I don't know how many years have passed like this. During another exercise, Yang Jian found that Jin Ling's body was a little different from before, and he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Jin Ling took his hand and walked all the way to her lower abdomen, hesitated for a while, and said, "I might be pregnant."

Yang Jian's fingers trembled, and he almost rolled off the bed. When he stabilized his mind, Yang Jian asked with a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

Jin Ling said it again, "I might be pregnant."

"Saints... Aren't saints unable to have children?"

Yang Jian's head was buzzing, and his first reaction was that it was absolutely impossible. He asked a lot of people at the beginning, and the answer he got was this one.

Saints are asexual, even if they had sex before enlightenment, but after becoming a saint, they no longer have sex. No matter how the body is the same as before, they will not be able to bear children.

Yang Jian's fingers trembled and he said, "This is impossible."

If the saint had children, the children of Master Tongtian and Yunxiao would have run all over the place, but so far, Master Tongtian and Yunxiao are still living in a two-person world, without a carrot around them.

Jin Ling smiled lightly, and said: "There is no absolute in everything, the meaning of the existence of cutting off teaching is to cut off a glimmer of life for all living beings."

"Our children are also among all living beings."

That year she asked the leader of Tongtian, and the leader of Tongtian said: "It's better not to have such a troublesome thing about children, it's too much trouble."

Then point out a path for her, and ask her to go down to the next world.

The mist in Jin Ling's eyes dissipated, and with a slight smile, he said, "I don't like children very much, but if it's with your children, that would be nice."

The author has something to say:

this is really the end

sprinkle flowers~

Thank you so much for the little angels who accompanied me all the way

without your company

I can't write the current QAQ

I originally wanted to write a cookie, but I didn’t expect to write it like this QAQ

In the next QAQ I will summarize the reasons

Whether it's before or after

Brother Yang is so distressing

The original intention of writing this article is that in his most difficult time

someone to spend with him

Teach him to grow, teach him to love and be loved

Well, let's say something very hypocritical, he deserves the best

The best master, the best golden spirit, the best love

He deserves all the good things in the world

Although the younger brother in my article doesn’t seem very lovable 23333

But don't doubt, brother Yang is really a very good person

The scene where the Lotus Lantern came out of the face

Really, hey, the old man's screen is full of red girls' hearts! ! ! !

This time it's really hot