Yang Jian, is this yours?

Wen Zhong fought against Yang Jian, so he naturally knows how powerful Yang Jian is. His treasures are all destroyed, only a golden whip is left in his hand, all his generals are lost, and only the injured Xin Huan is left by his side. Taishi Wen knows that he is no match for Yang Jian and Yang Jian. The two of Qingxi hurriedly took out a handful of red pills from their pockets and threw them in Yang Jian's direction.

Qingxi knew that the situation had changed when she saw Wen Zhong throwing something, so she turned to fly in the direction of Grand Master Wen, but happened to catch up with the explosion of the pill, and smoke around the eyes rose from it, covering the people's sight.

"Not good." Qingxi's eyes were full of white mist, where he could not see the traces of Wen Zhong and Xin Huan, he was afraid of being deceitful, so he hurriedly flew out, but didn't expect a white blade to suddenly appear behind him——

"Hmm..." Qingxi turned sideways in a hurry, but the sword still cut her arm, her clothes were cut open, and blood flowed out.

Then Qingxi only heard a scream, like the voice of the birdman with wings, he squinted his eyes, but saw nothing.

Qingxi flew some distance before leaving the range of the white mist. When he went to look, the mist had gradually dissipated.

"Qingxi, are you alright?" Yang Jian hurried over, his robe was stained with blood, and the three-pointed knife in his hand was also dripping with blood.

Qingxi shook her head and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No, these are the blood of the thief." Yang Jian walked to him with a frown, pulled his injured arm, and said with worry in his tone, "I should have known that Wen Zhongding would be on guard, but I didn't expect It hurt you."

"Small injury, it will heal soon," Qing Xi said, "Where are the two of them?"

"I'm afraid someone will respond," Yang Jian frowned and said, "I stabbed someone, but they all disappeared."

Qingxi glanced in that direction again, and after the smoke dissipated, there was no one there.

"Let's go back." Yang Jian helped Qingxi up and said, "Your wound needs to be treated."

After saying that, he still wanted to hug Qingxi and fly him back to the tent as usual, but he didn't want Qingxi to gently break away from his hand and say with a little distance: "I can do it myself, don't bother Brother Yang."

Yang Jian paused for his outstretched hand, then withdrew it, and said, "Then Qingxi, be careful with your wounds, and I'll follow behind you."

"En." Qingxi replied in a low voice, and ran towards the direction she came from without looking back, using great lightness kung fu.

Yang Jian looked at his back from behind, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When the two walked halfway, Qingxi suddenly stopped.Yang Jian thought he was not feeling well, so he hurriedly stood beside him and asked, "What's the matter? But the wound is uncomfortable?"

Qingxi glanced at him and shook her head.

"Where is that uncomfortable?"

Qing Xi shook his head again, and said: "It's not that I'm uncomfortable... I—— don't know the way." After saying that, he felt his face was about to burn.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to pat Qingxi's head with his hand, but then paused, and only patted Qingxi's shoulder a few times and said, "Don't worry, I know it, and I won’t throw you away, Qingxi.”

Qingxi felt that his face was even redder, he turned around and looked up at Yang Jian and said seriously: "I won't lose it, I can fly to a high place and see where the city gate is."

"Yes," Yang Jian said with a slight smile, "Qingxi is so smart, so naturally he won't lose it."

Listening to his words, Qingxi didn't know whether she was praising herself or what, so she could only look at Yang Jian expressionlessly...

"We should go back..." Qingxi pointed to the sky and said, "The battle is over, let's go to sleep."

"Then you come with me," Yang Jian asked Qingxi for advice, "If you lose your way by yourself, it's not easy to go back at night."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, before Qingxi could react, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and the two of them flew towards Xiqi City Gate to borrow the wind.

"What happened to you just now? But you are unhappy after hearing what Wen Zhong said?" Yang Jian saw that although the young man in his arms was speechless, but his breathing was obviously stagnant, he knew that he had guessed right.

"You don't need to pay attention to his words," Yang Jian comforted: "Wen Zhong suffered a defeat and was anxious in his heart. He was afraid that his words would be unscrupulous. Don't take these words to heart..."

"No."

"Huh?" Yang Jian asked puzzledly, "What isn't it?"

"I'm not angry because of that person's words, I just feel—" What do you feel——Qingxi is a little bit at a loss for words, what about hearing about the Grand Master, saying that about Brother Yang and himself, he is indeed a little unhappy , but I don't know why, I just don't want to hear that person say that Brother Yang is not good, and I am also very strange recently...

Qingxi was in a mess for a while, he apologized to Yang Jian and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened recently..."

"Don't think about it so much, Qingxi," Yang Jian just said, "Just let nature take its course."

"……Um."

After the two returned to Xiqi, they found that only two of them hadn't arrived. Jiang Ziya was standing on the main seat and laughing heartily. All the officers and soldiers have contributed a lot! Now that our army is victorious, the truth is that I treat you with tea and wine. I wish you a toast. May my victory come back to me!"

The soldiers below also stood up one after another, and Yang Jian and Qingxi were also led to their respective positions. They held up the bronze cups in front of them, said to Jiang Ziya, "Thank you, Prime Minister!", and then drank all the contents inside.

Jiang Ziya then sat down and said to the people sitting in the next table: "Everyone, don't be polite, please enjoy it to your heart's content!"

Everyone in the seat also echoed, and soon they let go of their restraints, talked to each other, and then the scene became lively.

Qingxi sat alone in his place, with a good vegetarian dish and a pot of tea in front of him, but he didn't care about these things, he just glanced in Yang Jian's direction secretly from time to time, and then he didn't know what to think, Slowly sighed.

Qingxi's gaze was not as hidden as he thought. Yang Jian had sensed Qingxi's gaze a long time ago, but he just pretended not to notice it. A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he reached out to pick up the teacup, and took a sip of water.

"Report to the Prime Minister!" A small soldier hurried over, bowed to Jiang Ziya and said, "There is a Taoist with a strange face, who calls himself Lei Zhenzi, and comes to see the Prime Minister."

"Lei Zhenzi?" Jiang Ziya had never heard of this name, but since he came to see him, he might be a disciple of some senior brother who went down the mountain to practice, so Jiang Ziya waved and said, "Please!"

Not long after, a Taoist man in a close-breasted robe came from outside, and I saw that he was born very different from ordinary people—blue face and red hair, with wings on his back, and he looked fierce and evil. It is better to say that he is an evil ghost from the underworld. some.

Most of the people were taken aback by his appearance, even Jiang Ziya leaned back slightly and took a breath.

"Who is coming?" Jiang Ziya asked calmly.

"Back to Master Jiang, my disciple is Lei Zhenzi, a disciple of Yun Zhongzi in the Yuzhu Cave of Zhongnan Mountain, this time I was ordered by my master to come to help my uncle, and by the way - I also came to see my brother." Lei Zhenzi Although this person looks terrifying, his speech is clear and orderly, and there is nothing to be picky about in terms of etiquette.

"Emperor brother?" Jiang Ziya asked: "The emperor you are talking about is my Great Zhou Emperor, the present His Majesty King Wu?"

Lei Zhenzi was a little excited, he raised his voice, and said, "Exactly! King Wu is my elder brother. I was the hundredth son of King Wen, and I learned Taoism from my master Yun Zhongzi, so I haven't seen him for many years." .”

Jiang Ziya nodded knowingly, and he sent a soldier to ask the little soldier to invite King Wu over.

Qingxi looked at Lei Zhenzi with his mouth slightly open—he only felt that there were so many birds and people here, and they all looked so distinctive, either with big buck teeth or blue face and red hair, this guy is really not a monster ?

"Come on, set up your seats, Nephew Lei, please sit down too, I have sent someone to invite the king." Jiang Ziya ordered another seat.

Coincidentally, Lei Zhenzi's position happened to be next to Qingxi.

When Lei Zhenzi, who looked different from ordinary people, sat beside Qingxi and greeted him with a smile, Qingxi felt his little heart tremble obviously. He resisted the urge to draw his sword and looked at Lei Zhenzi expressionlessly. Nodding his head, he picked up the cup to drink water—in fact, there was no water left in it.

Yang Jian was also carefully watching Qingxi's movements over there, afraid that he would do something impulsively. Later, he found that everything in Qingxi was normal, except for touching Jiansui's hand from time to time, and when he glanced at Lei Zhenzi's wings. eyes.

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance, but was spotted by the sharp-eyed Nezha, and he asked curiously, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Yang Jian smiled and took a sip of tea.

His words didn't stop Nezha's words, only to hear Nezha say again: "Are you looking at that Lei Zhenzi? Look at his complexion and hair, he is so strange, and he is dragging a bird like that enemy general." Wings... hey, senior brother, do you think he was the enemy in disguise?"

"Probably not." Yang Jian said, "There are many differences between him and Na Xinhuan."

"What's the difference?" Nezha pouted and said, "I saw that he was born weird, he looked weirder than us, and he had wings..."

"Nezha, you must not judge people by their appearance. I think that although Lei Zhenzi's complexion is different from ordinary people, his facial features are correct. He should not be a villain." Jin Zha's voice suddenly broke in.

"I didn't talk to you again." Nezha turned his head awkwardly.

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