The God and Buddha are actually me

Three days later, another heavy snowfall.

Zhang Jiuyang walked in the soft snow and moved his aching lumbar spine.

In the past three days, he had been sparring with Yue Ling.

Of course, it was not just because of the chat with Yue Shen three days ago, but mainly because he saw that after Yue Ling learned that Tianzun was most likely Zhuge Qixing, she pretended to be calm on the surface, but actually kept her emotions in her heart.

Some people vent their emotions by drinking and living a life of drunkenness and dreaming, but Yue Ling is different. She likes fighting. The more intense it is, the more she can vent.

It's all in the gun.

So Zhang Jiuyang accompanied her to fight a few games, and Yue Ling's condition was obviously much better. She has slowly accepted the fact that Tianzun might be Zhuge Qixing.

After all, she is Yue Mingwang, the most ruthless man in the Imperial Observatory. Even if the mountain she once revered collapsed, she can still straighten her spine and be as strong as a pine tree.

Her determination is firm and unyielding.

It was the Dragon Tiger Overlord Spear, which was so powerful that Zhang Jiuyang was no longer the same as before. Even when facing the great commander Ji, who was known as the Black Water Immortal, he could not lose to him for a short time. However, after three days of fighting, his waist was almost broken.

He was so strong that he could pull up mountains and his spirit was overwhelming.

He was beaten so hard that he wanted to escape from marriage.

He stretched his muscles and bones and performed a set of Zhongli Ba Duan Jin under the rising sun. This set of health-preserving and body-building skills had been practiced by him to the pinnacle. It could no longer strengthen his body, but it was still very comfortable to perform it occasionally.

His waist didn't hurt anymore.

After performing the Ba Duan Jin, Zhang Jiuyang took off his hairpin and looked at the light golden light on the Xie Zhan Sword. A glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

A wisp of light golden incense power jumped and poured into the Xie Zhan Sword, adding a touch of gold to the originally red sword body.

There are already seven golden lines like this.

These days, Zhang Jiuyang is not always beaten. Every night, he will help some devout believers through the divine power of the visualization map, and all the incense and divine power he obtains are given to the Xie Zhan Sword.

Now the pure yang energy on the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and its power is increasing day by day.

Zhang Jiuyang is very much looking forward to what kind of amazing transformation will happen when it is completely dyed golden by the incense and divine power of the Pure Yang Emperor?

You know, when there was only one golden line, the Xie Zhan Sword cut off the Rock Sword, which is known for its solidity.

In the past few days, when sparring with Yue Ling, the performance of the Xie Zhan Sword has become more and more dazzling, and it can even compete with the Overlord Spear.

That is the peerless magic weapon that has been passed down by the Yue family for hundreds of years!

"Xiao Jiu, come and try the clothes to see if they fit you?"

Mrs. Shen came with a brand new set of clothes, smiling very kindly, and urged Zhang Jiuyang to try her new clothes.

It was a Taoist robe to keep warm. Cotton and fox fur were sewn into the fabric. It felt very soft and comfortable.

"I planted this cotton myself, and my mother-in-law made the fox fur. Go and try it. Don't get cold in such a heavy snow!"

Zhang Jiuyang showed a bitter smile on his face.

There is a kind of cold that makes your mother-in-law feel cold.

He had already reached the state of being immune to cold and heat. Not to mention the heavy snow in Jizhou, even if he was naked and slept in an ice cave, he would not feel cold.

Especially he had the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire to protect him.

Of course, Mrs. Shen's concern also touched him.

After a while, he put on the soft and comfortable Taoist robe and walked in the snow again. He suddenly felt something different in his heart.

Mrs. Shen's eyes lit up.

Zhang Jiuyang had a slender and upright figure, very well-proportioned and good-looking. She didn't want him to look bloated, so she only used a small amount of cotton and specially sewed fox fur.

Now it seems that this decision is too correct.

In the midst of the snow and the rising sun, there stood a young man full of vigor and vitality. He was wearing a light blue Taoist robe with a thin collar, which made his already handsome features even more beautiful. His long hair was like black ink, with light snowflakes falling on it, making it clearly black and white, and elegant.

Mrs. Shen was more and more satisfied as she looked at him, and nodded repeatedly.

"We are in such a rush this time. I will make you a whole set of new clothes at the end of the year so that you can have a good New Year."

"Actually, there is no need to be so troublesome--"

"As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. I don't have a son, and you have been an orphan since childhood. From now on, treat this place as your home."

Mrs. Shen adjusted his sleeves and collar and smiled, "Xiao Jiu, I know you and Ling'er are doing something very dangerous. I won't stop you, but I just want you to know that no matter when, the Yue family is your way out."

"There is also an old man and an old woman here, waiting for you to come back during the New Year."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Mrs. Shen deeply. At this moment, he finally understood why General Yue respected Mrs. Shen so much.

Her broad-mindedness and sincerity made Zhang Jiuyang feel very warm in his heart.

No wonder she could cultivate a daughter like Yue Ling who is brave and upright.

"Of course, when you come back, it would be best if you could bring us a grandson or granddaughter..."

Zhang Jiuyang's face twitched. It would be better if there was less urging for marriage and childbirth.

"By the way, the wedding will be held at the end of the month. According to the rules, your parents and relatives should come to exchange horoscopes and make an engagement. However, your situation is special, so these are all waived. Let's be less formal and try to do it the way you like."

Mrs. Shen paused and asked, "I wonder if Xiaojiu has any requirements for the wedding at the end of the month?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Jiuyang thought about it seriously and then made a request.

"I want to invite a group of special people, is that okay?"

After Mrs. Shen left, Zhang Jiuyang looked at her back and was quite emotional.

Unknowingly, it was time for him to get married. Although he kept saying that it was a fake, it was just an excuse that the two of them had tacitly understood.

Otherwise, with Yue Ling's character, she would have tried to escape the marriage or delayed it with official business.

But this time, she said nothing, changed her previous tough and domineering attitude, and pretended to be forced by her parents and could only bow her head and compromise helplessly.

It's a pity that my grandfather can't see my big day.

In the past and present lives, in Zhang Jiuyang's heart, there is only one close relative, that is, the grandfather who brought him up since childhood.

Even the visualization map is a relic of his grandfather.

If his grandfather saw that he got married and started a family, he would be very happy.

Zhang Jiuyang stood quietly in the snow for a long time, he picked up a branch and started painting on the snow.

His painting skills became more and more superb, and every stroke was vivid and lifelike, like a wild imagination.

Soon, a kind face appeared on the snow, with white snow as hair and smiling eyes, like a fisherman fishing by the river, or an old man telling stories in front of the bed on a summer night.

Under his innate magical powers, the old man in the snow painting laughed, as vivid as a living person.

"Grandpa, I'm getting married."

"My granddaughter-in-law is very beautiful, but a little fierce, but it doesn't matter, she is kind and upright, if you meet her, you will definitely like her."

"Grandpa, you can have a visualization map, you must have a lot of secrets."

"If you are in heaven and can hear your grandson's words, turn into a butterfly at the wedding and land on my shoulder..."

The old man in the snow painting still just smiled, and there was no more reaction.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, and smoothed the snow painting with his sleeves.

No matter how good the magical power is, it is just fake.

"Grandpa, goodbye."

...

His figure gradually went away until he disappeared in the wind and snow, but he didn't notice that a gust of north wind blew and snowflakes flew.

The snow painting that he had wiped away with his sleeves appeared again. The old man in the painting slowly put away his smile, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but no sound came out.

After a long time, the old man seemed to sigh and stared at the direction where Zhang Jiuyang left, his eyes deep.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the snow painting completely dissipated. The snow was clean and tidy, pure white like jade.

It seemed that nothing had happened.

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