My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the sky is as blue as a wash.

A cloud of good fortune floats slowly above the sea of ​​clouds, drifting slowly towards the northeast.

The Taoist Manjusri stands on the cloud, wearing a wide, pure white robe, with a handsome face, and his black hair is meticulously tied up in a Taoist bun, and then pinned with a jade hairpin. The whole person looks like an immortal, extraordinary and otherworldly.

At this moment, he is reviewing the bits and pieces he saw at Youhun Pass last night, and he is even more curious about the cultivator named Yang Ling.

The most puzzling thing for him is that before he saw Yang Ling, he didn't even notice the existence of this person!

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In his divine sense, the other party seemed to be invisible.

Generally speaking, only when the other party's realm of Taoism is far higher than his can he conceal his breath on his own, so that his mind cannot detect his existence.

In addition, there is another situation, that is, the other party has a secret treasure that can conceal his breath, and the grade is very high, so high that even a Taiyi Jinxian like him cannot see through it!

No matter which situation it is, it is worth his attention.

What's more, the other party also showed a magical power as strong and yang as the true fire of the sun, and the Sutra of Saving People that only the orthodox descendants of Xuanmen know...

All these doubts added together made Wenshu Taoist more and more frightened, and he felt that Yang Ling's origin was extraordinary!

"Could it be... he is a disciple of Jiejiao?"

Wenshu Taoist muttered to himself.

Among the three sects of Xuanmen, Jiejiao has the most people and the most powerful, and there are so many disciples that even they themselves can't recognize each other.

If a genius suddenly rises one day, it would not be surprising.

Wenshu Taoist shook his head.

Whether Yang Ling is a disciple of Jiejiao or not, it has nothing to do with him. He just wants to gain the trust of Li Jing and his wife so that he can accept their children as disciples in the near future.

This is the most important thing at the moment, and it cannot be delayed because of other things.

The auspicious cloud speeds up, and soon it crosses Chentang Pass and arrives at Chaoyang Valley, located in the north of Chongcheng.

Chaoyang Valley, although the name contains the word "valley", is actually a huge basin surrounded by many mountains.

The endless mountains around it block the severe cold, making the basin like spring all year round, the land is fertile, the spiritual energy is abundant, the products are rich, and the scene is full of vitality everywhere.

As early as in ancient times, Chaoyang Valley was the territory of the ancestor witch Tianwu. Later, after the witch and lich fell, it was occupied by the Beiming water monster.

Later, human practitioners rose rapidly with the support of the three religions of Xuanmen, and also came to this place with abundant spiritual energy to establish a sect.

Today, Chaoyang Valley has become a place where immortals, demons, witches, and humans live together. There are intrigues among them, and the situation is complicated.

When Manjusri Taoist arrived at this place where dragons and snakes mixed, he saw a team of heavenly soldiers and generals searching carefully in the mountains and forests below, and he didn't know what they were looking for.

The general in the lead was burly, handsome, wearing golden armor, and majestic. His eyes were sharp, and he directed his heavenly soldiers and generals to search in an orderly manner.

Manjusri Taoist ignored him and landed in front of a cave a hundred miles away. He stretched out his hand and gently flicked it, and the restrictions at the entrance of the cave dissipated like ripples on the water.

He walked into the cave and saw that it was simply decorated with only a stone platform, a stone table, and two cushions.

In a corner of the cave, Jade Ding Zhenren was concentrating on using his own magic power to infuse Yuan Hong to treat his soul damage.

Seeing the arrival of Manjusri Taoist, Jade Ding Zhenren's expression relaxed, and he stood up quickly and bowed to Manjusri Taoist.

"Brother, you are here." There was a bit of urgency in Jade Ding Zhenren's voice, "Brother, do you have any elixirs for healing?"

Manjusri Taoist nodded slightly, took out a small bottle of elixirs from his sleeve and handed it over, and then asked curiously: "Didn't you bring any elixirs yourself?"

"Don't mention it..." Jade Ding Zhenren said a little unhappy: "The elixirs I brought were all stolen by a little thief!"

Hearing this, Manjusri Taoist was a little surprised, but seeing the look of Jade Ding Zhenren, he didn't ask any more questions, and turned to look at Yuan Hong, frowning immediately: "This is the disciple you accepted? How could it be..."

"Brother, you misunderstood!" Jade Ding Zhenren hurriedly shook his head and said with a smile: "I just sympathize with his experience and taught him a move."

A move?

Manjusri Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say much.

At this time, Jade Ding Zhenren had taken out a crystal clear elixir from the bottle and gently flicked it into Yuan Hong's mouth.

As the elixir took effect, Yuan Hong's face gradually turned from pale to ruddy, and soon he opened his eyes with vigor.

"Thank you for saving me, Immortal!"

Yuan Hong did not get up, but knelt down from sitting cross-legged, and kowtowed to Jade Ding Zhenren to express his gratitude.

Jade Ding Zhenren said: "You should thank my senior brother, because he sent the elixir to save you. Otherwise, according to your injuries, even if I can help you to warm up your soul, it will take at least several years to recover to normal."

Hearing that Manjusri Taoist was Jade Ding Zhenren's senior brother, Yuan Hong's eyes lit up, and he kowtowed to him in a very respectful and humble manner, but he did not dare to call him "Master Uncle".

Then he turned to Jade Ding Zhenren and kowtowed, saying with shame on his face: "If it were not for the immortal to teach me the mysterious skills, I am afraid that I would have fallen in the heaven!

I only regret that I didn't listen to the immortal's words at that time, and was deceived by the lackeys of the Emperor of Heaven, and failed to make the Yao Ji's violation of the law of heaven public to the public! "

Hearing this, Manjusri's eyes changed slightly and he looked at Master Yuding curiously.

He didn't understand why this junior brother wanted to get involved in the Emperor's family affairs.

When talking to fellow apprentices, Master Yuding naturally knew what he was thinking, and quickly used the method of soul transmission to tell the whole story of his previous experiences at Guanjiangkou, including being "humiliated" by the Xuandu Master in Yang Mansion. There was no hiding it either.

Who would have thought that after hearing the word "Yang Ling", Manjusri's eyes froze, "So junior brother is also related to Yang Ling?"

"What?" Master Yuding raised his eyebrows, "Is it possible, senior brother... that you were also blackmailed by Yang Ling?"

"That's not true." Taoist Manjusri shook his head, "I just let him steal a merit and ruined my plan..."

He told Yuding everything about what he saw at Wandering Soul Pass.

Master Yuding nodded, "I just stole the merit."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Taoist Manjusri felt that he seemed a little disappointed.

Yes, junior brother just said that his elixir was blackmailed by a little thief. It seems that the little thief he mentioned is probably Yang Ling.

At this time, Master Yuding's eyes flashed, and he looked at Taoist Manjusri thoughtfully: "Senior brother just said that the dead general soldier of Youhunguan was a disciple of the Four Saints of Jiejiao Jiulong Island? Then why don't we write a book? Inform the Four Saints of Kowloon Island about this matter?”

"Junior brother, do you want to borrow a sword to kill people?" Taoist Manjusri heard the sound of the string and knew the elegant meaning, frowned and said: "But the general soldier of Wandering Soul Pass probably died from the backlash of the evil treasure he refined, and it seems to have little to do with Yang Ling..."

"What does that have to do with it?" Master Yuding said nonchalantly: "With the arrogance of those Jiejiao disciples, they don't care about the details."

"It still doesn't work." Taoist Manjusri still shook his head and reminded: "Since the three religions merged, my uncle ordered all the disciples of Jiejiao to close their caves tightly and recite Huang Ting silently. I am afraid that my brother's plan will not be effective."

"That's not necessarily the case." Master Yuding said with a smile: "Senior Brother, have you forgotten Junior Brother Shen Gongbao? He has close friendships with many Jie Jiao disciples..."

Master Manjusri also laughed.

"I almost forgot that we have such a junior brother."

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