[Lotus Lantern] Free Sky

"Satisfied, hahahaha, of course satisfied. Deal!"

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In the mortal world, it is early summer and May in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.May is the season when lilacs bloom, red, pink, purple, white, clusters, clusters, white as snow, red as clouds, pink as smoke, purple as mist, hidden among the mountains, forests and grass, As the breeze blows, a beautiful tree is swaying, looming, adding more brilliance to the earth.I don't know if it's because it's getting closer to the south of the Yangtze River, but May this year was quite a rainy month.This rain has also quietly evolved from the soft spring rain in spring to the mighty, eloquent showers, thunderstorms, and for a while, like a child who has just been full moon, crying without warning, as if someone provoked him, lightning flashes Thunder loses his temper, and then looks like a fifteen-year-old girl, running around with the wind to hide cats and cats, sometimes rustling peacefully, and sometimes knocking on the doors and windows mischievously.

"Uncle!" Yang Jian and his team have been traveling all the way for more than a month, enjoying the surrounding scenery all the way, but they live in peace and contentment, and they have never encountered a place where there are monsters haunting them.Liu Chenxiang took advantage of the carriage to stop at a roadside tea shed, and when Hou Yi went down to order the waiter in the tea shed to feed the horses, he sneaked into the carriage while eating a sesame seed cake he had just bought from the tea shed.There is still a plate of food in the hand, -- zongzi.Because today is the Dragon Boat Festival once a year, even the small tea shed on the side of the road, which is only for business travelers to rest and drink water, has prepared rice dumplings of various flavors for passers-by to celebrate the festival.The plate served by Liu Chenxiang happened to be the most common glutinous rice dumpling wrapped in bamboo leaves.In fact, there are spicy, salty, sweetened bean paste, and tasteless teas in the small tea shed, but after nearly two months of getting along, Liu Chenxiang finally figured out what uncle's taste is.My uncle dislikes spicy food the least, and likes sweet food the most. He hates greasy food, and his daily diet is mainly light.So, this time Liu Chenxiang was very sensible and carefully brought a plate of sweet rice dumplings for his uncle to taste.

Knowing that it was Chen Xiang who had come in, Yang Jian slightly raised his head and glanced at him, just smiled and said "um", then continued to read with lowered eyes.

Liu Chenxiang put the zongzi on the small tea table, and sat casually beside Yang Jian, watching Yang Jian's concentrated appearance, sometimes curling up the corners of his lips, smiling slightly, there were weird smiles, sinister smiles, teasing smiles , a mischievous smile, a smug smile... I don't know what's so good about this book, so that my uncle's face is almost like a six-day sky, even worse than a six-day sky,—horror.Liu Chenxiang was clever and curious.It was the first time he saw any book that could attract so much to his uncle, and even his nephew was not welcome when he came in. "What the hell is Uncle looking at?" Liu Chenxiang was thinking, bent down curiously, twisted her neck, and glanced at the cover of the book that Yang Jian was holding in her hand with a strange posture.Chen Xiang read the writing happily, but when she saw it clearly, her smile froze for a while.The mouthful of biscuits almost choked in his throat and he didn't swallow it. ——

"Five 360 ​​Versions of Chen Xiang's Rescue Mother", there is a line of small characters below, "360 five nights, a must-have myth for home travel."

Chen Xiang straightened her waist, to be smooth for herself.Then, "Uncle," the facial muscles were a little stiff, he stood up, and walked in front of Yang Jian, "This book is not good-looking, can we read other things?" He said, trying to read the book like coaxing a child. Little by little, he pulled out of Yang Jian's grasp.

Discovering that the 365 version of Chen Xiang's rescue of his mother, which was being watched with gusto, was taken away, Yang Jian noticed what Chen Xiang said, first raised his eyes to look at Chen Xiang, and was slightly stunned, "Why, can I not read this book?" Who the hell? It's a nephew, who is an uncle?How dare you take something out of Yang Jian's hand, it's really not big or small!

For more than a month, Yang Jian was worried that Chen Xiang would be sad because of losing his mother, and he always comforted Liu Chenxiang with gentle words, first to comfort his wounded heart, and second, because he was also worried that the black lotus seeds in his body would cause trouble, so he couldn't help but treat the child Less control, more pampering.Along the way, watching this child keep meddling in his own business and making troubles because of his impulsive temper, Yang Jian just laughed it off.Even if I make mistakes occasionally, I just smile and say "Let's not take this as an example", and rarely criticize severely.It seems that he has indulged too much, and his courage is getting bigger and bigger, and he is now meddling in his own uncle's head, isn't that great?Are there any more rules?Yang Jian lowered his eyes and murmured slightly, with a serious face, lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, and said in a blunt tone: "Return the book to me." The irresistible majesty also spread at this time, and Chen Xiang was a little out of breath.Although Yang Jian didn't make any extra moves.But when my uncle is not smiling, he is really serious and scary.Moreover, this is what my uncle asked him to do, can he say no to it?Dare you say no?

"Uncle ~ uncle ~"

"Give it back to me." Regarding Chen Xiang's coquettishness, Yang Jian was indifferent, with a paralyzed face, and dragged his extremely lazy voice.

"Uncle." Liu Chenxiang cried and mourned that pretty face, which was almost wrinkled, and squeezed tears pitifully, but couldn't squeeze out a drop of water.Under Yang Jian's majesty, he reluctantly placed the book again between his uncle's beautiful fingers.Liu Chenxiang also saw this book on the street by chance. There are many versions in which the Erlang God Yang Jian is written very unbearably, sinister, vicious, disowned, ruthless, despicable and shameless.Some even those boring people fabricated it out of thin air, without any factual basis at all, saying that Yang Jian's younger sister was in charge, because the Three Virgins were the most beautiful in the Three Realms, and Yang Jian wanted to see her sister's beauty every day, so she refused to let her marry.It was also said that Yang Jian thought Liu Yanchang was poor and couldn't afford the bride price, so he didn't agree with his sister marrying him.It is also said that Yang Jian secretly fell in love with his sister and wanted to take it for himself. The San Shengmu bravely fought against his brother and married his sweetheart as his wife without fear of danger.In short, Yang Jian's reasons for pushing his sister down the mountain are different, but the same thing is that in almost every version, Liu Chenxiang beat Yang Jian to serious injury without any effort, and then welcomed his mother back, and the family was reunited.In short, there are very few people who are really close to the truth. It seems that no one has noticed that the Three Virgins deserved such punishment because they violated the rules of heaven.These mortals made uncle so embarrassing, yet uncle could still laugh and watch with relish.What a god.Liu Chenxiang's mind is already feeling a little uneasy, his uncle's world view, ahem——.If it was me, I'm afraid I can't stand it long ago, right?It seems that my uncle really can let go, and he can take it easy.Only with this kind of mind, Chen Xiang can't compare to herself.

"Hey, you're so good!" Yang Jian smiled with satisfaction, then continued to turn the pages of the book.

"Uncle, where did you get this book?" Liu Chenxiang asked unwillingly, scratching her head.

"Well, you guessed it!" At this moment, Yang Jian finally turned his eyes from the book to Liu Chenxiang, seemed to be suddenly interested, and smiled with the intention of teasing his nephew.

Liu Chenxiang scratched the back of her head, thought for a while, and finally shook her head.

"Second Brother, Second Brother." At this moment, little Nezha came running from the tea shed, got into the carriage, and said with a smile, "Chen Xiang, you are here too."

"Second brother, what are you talking about, tell me too. Hmm? Second brother, what are you looking at?"

Li Nezha took the book in Yang Jian's hand and took a look, swept Yang Jian, and then turned to look at Liu Chenxiang. The voice asked: "Chen Xiang, what do you mean?" Are you embarrassing my second brother?What about spoiling the scenery?Didn't everyone agree not to let the second brother see these books?

"This, I didn't buy this." Liu Chenxiang had a look of grievance, feeling like she couldn't wash it off even if she jumped into the Yellow River, and she said to herself with a mournful face.

It can't be Baihe boy, this crane usually looks very discerning, how could he buy such a book for the second brother. "Chen Xiang, it's really not you?" Little Nezha asked again in doubt.

"It's really not me." Liu Chenxiang raised his left palm in order to show his loyalty, "I swear, if I buy this book, I will let Lei Gong hack me Liu Chenxiang every day!"

"You call it a swear?" Li Nezha smiled dissatisfiedly, "Within a hundred miles of this carriage, which Lei would dare to come down and try? The Ministry of Lei is under the supervision of Jiejiao Wenzhong! Besides, Lei Zhenzi is me. And my second brother's good brother, if you want to find Thunder, run away!" Little Nezha sneered while giving Liu Chenxiang a lesson.

"Ah?" Another flash of lightning flashed across Liu Chenxiang's heart, almost making him burnt out.Hearing Li Nezha's explanation, he now realizes how outrageously wrong he was. If his uncle really wanted to kill him and Liu Yanchang, why bother sending Xiaotian dogs?Asking his buddies to set up a large mine in the middle of the night when their father and son are sleeping can completely create the illusion that their father and son died of an accident! ! !If he wanted to kill Liu Chenxiang, it was up to his uncle to wave his hand.This realization made Liu Chenxiang suddenly feel like a fool.Actually, how could little Nezha be smarter than Chen Xiang?Should Yang Jian be praised for his great acting skills and the seamless plan?Or are these people too stupid?Except for Taishang Laojun, none of the gods saw any flaws. (Actually, Chen Xiang also saw 365 righteous gods conferring gods in the seven-colored stones in the Lingxiao Temple, but with Liu Chenxiang's memory, how could he remember all of them? Who was with whom? What kind of grievances do they have? So as to analyze the stakes. If Nezha hadn’t reminded him today, he would hardly have noticed that the legendary Lei Gong and Lei Zhenzi were actually one person. Because at that time, he only cared about his complacency, Yang Jian was so powerful People, have not been defeated by him. Where would you think about those details?)

"Brother Master, let's have a cup of tea. There is no good tea on this barren mountain road, but the tea is clean and clear."

Finding that Liu Chenxiang and Nezha were looking at it with scrutiny, Boy Baihe, who had already stepped into the carriage, felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. "What happen to you guys?"

"This book," he said, showing it to Boy Bai He, "you showed it to Second Brother Yang?"

"No." Boy Baihe shook his head and looked at Liu Chenxiang.

"It's not me, it's really not me." Liu Chenxiang immediately raised his palms and shook them violently, and he didn't dare to make too much noise, so as not to startle Houyi who was outside the car.

"Who could it be?" You look at me, I look at you, the three of them stare at each other, Yang Jian is sitting in the carriage, drinking tea while watching them guess suspiciously, and they all plan to go. Just ask Hou Yi.But thinking of Houyi's bullish temper, no one dared to touch the bad luck alone.

In the end, the three finally plucked up their courage and prepared to ask together.In the end, Yang Jian stopped him.

"What are you three talking about?"

"No, it's nothing." Liu Chenxiang said with a guilty smile, "We just want to ask Uncle, did he buy this book?"

"Why must he buy it?" Yang Jian put down the teacup, three parts puzzled, three parts helpless, three parts smiling, and part depressed.

"I also don't think it's bought by my uncle." I'm afraid it's true that he tore up the book after seeing it.

"Then who bought it?" Li Nezha looked at the carload of people suspiciously.

"Brother in charge, isn't it?"