Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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After driving the carriage, Chen Xiang said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I can finally go out and play in other places. We have been here for how many days, and we just huddled in the big yard to warm up the fire all day long. Suffocated!"

Xiaoyu was busy moving things to the car, when she heard Chen Xiang's words, she curled her lips and said, "Why are you talking so much when you're suffocated?!"

Chen Xiang said: "This time we go to Shandong to play, we must climb Mount Tai. Last time my master lost the bet with Dongyue Emperor Dong Dao, this time I will help the master win it back."

Xiaoyu said disdainfully: "Your master seems to have never won a bet with anyone. Do you know what kind of bet they bet? How sure are you that you will win?"

Chen Xiang scratched her head and said, "Maybe you can ask Master."

Xiaoyu said: "Well, go to Mount Emei and ask your master, I don't think you are needed here."

Chen Xiang said anxiously: "Nonsense, of course I have to take care of my uncle first, and it's not too late to ask. What's the rush at this moment, you don't even want to kick me out!"

Suddenly a faint voice came from behind: "I don't even need a door to drive you away."

Chen Xiang immediately turned back with a bitter face and begged: "Uncle came to scare me again."

Yang Jian changed into a black long gown, the cuffs were embroidered with swastika patterns, and the loose hair was tied up behind his head. He looked calm and imposing. He walked slowly to the carriage, wearing a pair of bottomless He stared at Chen Xiang with wide eyes, and said: "I'm not scaring you, I'm telling the truth. A few days ago, your mother sent a message saying that the newly brewed peach blossom drunk, you go back to Huashan and help me bring some altars, wait for me to catch up with you. After going to your Uncle Zhan and the others, you still have to conspire with them to get drunk."

Chen Xiang's face collapsed, and he said, "Why don't you ask Xiaoyu to go."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "I like Xiaoyu, and I don't want her to run errands."

Chen Xiang shouted: "Uncle's eccentricity is too straightforward."

Xiaoyu grimaced at the side, and laughed loudly: "Uncle just prefers me, what's the matter?"

Chen Xiang raised her hand with a bitter face and pretended to hit Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu hid behind Yang Jian with a smile, but kept sticking out her head to laugh at Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang couldn't hit and scolded through Yang Jian, and gradually she really brought Get angry.Seeing the situation, Yang Jian had no choice but to pull out these two noisy little things and said with a straight face: "It's better to go back if you are so noisy!"

Chen Xiang and Xiaoyu became quiet all of a sudden, and looked carefully at Yang Jian's face. After a while, Xiaoyu changed the topic with a low cough, and asked, "Uncle, do you want to bring this sword too?"

Yang Jian looked at the sword held in Xiaoyu's arms, and slowly stretched out his hand to gently rub against the hilt, as if he could feel the cold light on the "Chi" sword, took a deep breath, and said, "Take it."

Xiaoyu turned around obediently.

Chen Xiang reluctantly watched the carriage pull Yang Jian and Xiaoyu slowly disappearing from sight, curled her lips a little bit aggrieved, but scratched her head helplessly, so she had to lock the gate and head towards Huashan.

Have a fine trip.

The spring breeze is warm and the sun is mild. The grass on the roadside has begun to turn green. Occasionally, a returning geese and Xiaoyan fly across the sky. Xiaoyu always happily asks Yang Jian to come out to watch. Yang Jian spoils her a little and follows Xiaoyu most of the time. Mind.

Walking and stopping along the way to play in the mountains and rivers is really like the posture of a rich man on a spring outing.

Before I knew it, I had reached the border of Shandong.

Yang Jian is in a good mood, and occasionally sits on the shaft and jokes with Xiaoyu.It was a warm day, and Yang Jian sat on the frame of the car and drove, while Xiaoyu was in the car, but couldn't bear to be curious, so he opened the curtains of the car and sat next to Yang Jian, with both hands restless, Holding the wild flowers that I didn't know where to pick, I put them on my lips for a while, sniffed them lightly for a while, and then compared them by the side of my hair, and kept calling Yang Jian to come and see.Yang Jian just hummed softly and didn't care.

Xiaoyu pouted and said, "Where did uncle's thoughts go? I've already called him three times and he didn't respond to me."

Yang Jian took out a cowhide wine bag from his arms, opened the lid and took a sip slowly, then said with a sigh of relief: "You have asked me this question no less than three times, how should I respond?"

Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled, "I just want to talk to my uncle."

Yang Jian sighed: "I talked to you more along the way than I talked to your mother in a year."

Xiaoyu sneered, and said: "It's just a rare opportunity. What my uncle and I have said in the past few hundred years is not as much as this period of time. I selfishly think that it would be great if my uncle stayed in the mortal world for a few more years. Talking with uncle, uncle will not be as lonely and desolate as sitting in the temple of Zhenjun."

Yang Jian felt hot in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. A few more years... At that time, he thought the same way, but he couldn't be free if he was bound by the status of a fairy.Whoever said that being a god is free and easy, in fact, the gods are less free than ordinary people, but no one knows it.

Yang Jian didn't make a sound for a long time, Xiaoyu couldn't help but lower her head to look, but unexpectedly saw Yang Jian's expression was a bit dazed, his eyes were blurred and he didn't know where to look, and there was an indescribable lingering in his indifferent expression.

Xiaoyu didn't quite understand it, but she felt a sudden jump in her heart. At this moment, Yang Jian was no longer a judicial god above all living beings, but just an ordinary person with the simplest and purest mortal emotions. He didn't dare to look directly at the gods, but he was just like a childish child returning to his original nature.

Xiaoyu has never seen such a simple and undefended Yang Jian.

But who is he giving this expression to?

Xiaoyu vaguely knew, but dared not speak out.

Yang Jian looked indifferently at the distant sky, where the clear sky was blue, thin clouds were scattered in the high sky, gently blown by the wind, but a familiar face appeared faintly, always with gentleness With a humble smile, despite being famous as a young man, he always retains the original innocence. He is in the most indescribable and unpredictable officialdom, but he is as refreshing as Qinglian who has never set foot in the secular world...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's lips.

Is it my luck to meet Zhan Zhao?

Why did I never think of looking for it in the mortal world in the millennium reincarnation?

Yang Jian closed his eyes lightly, maybe he couldn't even see through the turntable of fate. When it comes to fate, it just needs to meet the right person at the right time.Just like when my mother met her father when she went down to hunt for the three-headed Jiao, when she met her, her heart was split in two and she could never leave again.

Is it the same for yourself?

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