I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Human world.

After all, a big dog has to have a name.

Originally, Zisheng wanted to wait for the big dog to be able to speak, and then let him name himself.

However, although the big dog has an extraordinary physique and a very fast cultivation speed, even though his cultivation is close to that of a half-immortal, he still cannot speak, let alone transform into form.

Zisheng was helpless, he and Yang Jian looked at each other, and after connecting with each other, he picked up a leaf and copied it into a handful.

Yang Jian took a few leaves and wrote the name he wanted without anyone telling him.

Zisheng sat cross-legged on the ground with a leaf in his hand and thought deeply.

He didn't write other names, but wrote the real name of the big dog in the original book.

Roaring dog.

After finishing writing, he sandwiched this leaf into the pile of leaves written by Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows when he saw that he only wrote a leaf. He leaned on the stone and smiled, "Brother, we raised it together. How can you just let me name it?"

Compared with Zisheng's one leaf, Yang Jian wrote more than a dozen.

Seeing this, Yang Jian reached out to take away the extra leaves, leaving only one, but Zisheng stopped him.

"No need." Zisheng frowned, "It depends on fate."

Just in time, the big dog came with the meat that had just been grilled today, and it paused when it heard Yang Jian's words "We raised it together", and the whole dog fell into silence.

Seeing this, Yang Jian took away the roasted meat from the big dog, and took a big bite without any grudges.

Big dog:……

Yang Jian pointed to the pile of leaves in front of the big dog and said, "Your name is in it. If you pick that leaf, your name will be written on it."

The big dog's ears moved, and a pair of dog's eyes lit up.

It leaned in front of a pile of leaves and sniffed it. With a keen sense of smell, it immediately knew that Zisheng only had one name, and it also knew where the leaf was.

It squatted down and looked down, a light flashed in the dark dog eyes, and many golden words were reflected in its pupils.

Looking at so many gold characters, the big dog was silent, and finally it poked it with its dog's mouth, and took out a leaf from it.

Yang Jian took Ye Zi and looked at it, his eyes were quite surprised.He raised his head to look at Zisheng, and turned the leaf over.

"Shoutian dog?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.

He hissed, and there was more playfulness in his eyes.

He smiled and put the leaves back and messed them up again, and let the big dog pick them again.

This time the big dog didn't need to look at it, it just picked out the leaves with Zhanzisheng smell.

Yang Jian was taken aback when he saw it, and he inserted the leaf in again with a half-smile. Sure enough, the big dog picked Zisheng's name again.

Yang Jian could tell that the big dog was named after Xizisheng.

He had a smile in his eyes, but on the surface he gritted his teeth and rubbed the big dog, "Why, do you dislike the name I chose? I also thought about it for a long time."

The big dog stared straight at it, and turned his head away for a while.

Yang Jian:……

Now it was Zisheng's turn to be curious.

What name did Yang Jian take?How could the big dog despise him so much?

Since the name had already been chosen, Zisheng turned over the rest of the leaves, exposing the gold characters on them to their view.

Dog Xiaosan, Dog Xiaobing, Dog Xiaoshu, Dog Xiaoqiu...

Zisheng: ...

He suddenly remembered the name he had given in Chaoge.

Yang Jian leaned on the stone and pondered for a while, then smiled and sighed, "My brother still has literary talents, maybe this is the reason why my brother can be a big brother."

Zisheng: ...

No, it seems that you are my "brother", we are in the same line.

Since then, the big dog has been called Xiaotian Dog.

Xiaotiangou is a magical dog, and its sense of smell is second to none.

Yang Jian is now a Daluo Jinxian in his cultivation, but at this stage the difference between the top level and the bottom level is like heaven and earth.

Even if he is given thousands of years, he may not be able to defeat the Emperor of Heaven.

He knew the promise made by the Emperor of Heaven to his mother, as long as he survived for another 2000 years, he could be reunited with his mother.

However, his mother reminded him thousands of times not to let the Emperor of Heaven see him, otherwise he would be executed in all likelihood with the Emperor of Heaven's heart.

Yang Jian is not a reckless person, he learned the true character of the Emperor of Heaven from his mother, and warned himself to be cautious.

As for the 5000-year imprisonment mentioned by the Emperor of Heaven, Yang Jian was dubious.

It's best if his mother can come out, if his mother can't come out...

Yang Jian's eyes were gloomy, and he was ready to die.

In the cave, the firewood crackled and the warm orange light reflected on the stone wall.

Yang Jian looked towards the corner, where Zisheng was sleeping with his big fluffy dog ​​lying on his stomach.

Yang Jian thought, if one day he really couldn't come back, he would lie to his brother that he went to Xanadu with his mother.

At that time, with Xiaotian around, he can always accompany and guard his brother.

Zisheng turned over, his neckline drooped, revealing a corner of the gold pattern on his chest.

Yang Jian stared at the golden pattern. He always knew that there was a large golden pattern on his brother's chest. It looked like a lotus flower?

Yang Jian hesitated, and when Sheng woke up the next day, Yang Jian wanted to take a closer look at the golden pattern on Zi Sheng's chest.

Zisheng had no choice but to take off his clothes.

It's embarrassing to say, but Zisheng looks fair and clean, and his figure is also slender.However, at the age of eight, he is still a mortal, with a small belly, not fat, but a little sensuality, which makes people want to poke when they see it.

Zisheng sighed, he was not like other Cinderella heroines who grew up hungry and malnourished.

As a little prince, the palace people were afraid that he would starve him, and when they saw that the baby fat on his face had disappeared, they panicked and made a lot of food for him.The same goes for his brother Wang, who stuffed all kinds of meat dishes into his mouth, which made his fleshy belly hard to lose weight.

Yang Jian looked at Zisheng's chest. It was certainly not the first time he saw Zisheng's chest these years, but he only started to look at it carefully until today.

The golden lotus pattern was so lifelike that for a moment he almost thought that the lotus flower was alive.

It's just... this lotus flower seems familiar?

Yang Jian was stunned, and his memory came back. This lotus seems to be a bit like the black lotus he met with Zisheng?

After Yang Jian finished reading, Zisheng suddenly smiled at him and said, "Actually, there are not only golden lotus..."

Yang Jian followed Zisheng's gaze to Zisheng's fingertips.

In an instant, a red seedling grew from Zisheng's nail, and the leaves of the red seedling deformed slightly, taking the shape of a lotus leaf.

Spots of light condense on Zisheng's fingertips, the seedlings bloom, and a little red lotus lives on Zisheng's clean nails.

Subtle astonishment appeared in Yang Jian's eyes, Zisheng lifted his fingernails, and the red lotus flew up and floated in the air, and it slowly landed by Yang Jian's ear.

Yang Jian heard the voice he was most familiar with.

"Yang Xiaoer..."

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Zisheng likes to comprehend enlightenment, whether it is life, old age, sickness or death, or the great way, whenever he meets him, he will keep thinking about it for the next few days.

At the same time, he also has a strong ability to draw inferences from one instance, he can realize from the crawling of ants to the blooming of flowers.

It was raining, and Zisheng was still squatting in front of the ant nest to watch the ants, while Yang Jian was standing in the rain holding an umbrella.

The rain automatically avoided Yang Jian, while the Xiaotian dog beside him hurriedly put away the clothes hanging on the tree.

It rained heavily for three days, and Zisheng also realized enlightenment for three days.

When the rain stopped and Zisheng finished his enlightenment, Yang Jian started on the road again with Zisheng on his back.

They spent another 1000 years in this way, during which they visited Yunhua ten times.

Yang Jian has been with Zisheng for many years and has good cooking skills. Taking this opportunity, Yang Jian uses the ingredients they collected to cook for Yunhua, leaving Zisheng to sit with Yunhua.

Yunhua couldn't see Zisheng, nor could he hear Zisheng's words.For this reason, Xiaotiangou can only be an interpreter on the sidelines.

Yunhua is also very familiar with Zisheng. It can be said that besides her lover and son, Zisheng is her closest relative.

It has been more than 3000 years since Zisheng came to the foreign world, but after he passed the threshold of 3000 years, his time for comprehension gradually decreased, and he put more emphasis on life.

Seeing that Zisheng hadn't enlightened to Taoism for several years, Yang Jian raised his head curiously. At this time, Zisheng was sitting in the corner teasing the dog.

Yang Jian asked: "Brother, don't you continue to study?"

Zisheng looked at it with a smile in his eyes. He turned over with his arms around the dog, leaned his head on the dog's back and bent the dog's hair with magic.

"There is no need to comprehend."

Yang Jian seemed to realize something, the smile on his lips gradually faded, he walked to Zisheng and squatted down.

"Speaking of which, I don't know my brother's cultivation level yet."

Zisheng raised his head, he smiled and waved his sleeves, the bright moon and stars in the sky moved quickly, the night was lifted, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the earth.

Yang Jian paused, his voice hoarse, "Is this the true cultivation of brother?"

Zisheng shook his head, he looked at the rising sun in the distance, "You know, I'm just a remnant soul."

Yang Jian rubbed his fingertips, he wanted to touch Zisheng's forehead, the starlight gathered in his hand, he could touch Zisheng for a moment.

Clenching his fists tightly, Yang Jian resisted.

He can bear it for another 1000 years, and then he can really hug his brother.

At this time, in Zixiao Palace, Zisheng didn't practice much anymore.He began to pester the immortal master all day long.

When the immortal master was drinking tea, he stood behind the immortal master and hugged him, his arms gently wrapped around the immortal master's waist.

"Master Immortal..." He said softly while resting his chin on the shoulder of the Immortal Master.

The fairy master's voice was light, "Is your head not hurting?"

Zisheng knocked his forehead on the shoulder of the immortal master, and hummed: "The immortal master will not be able to hit it like this."

Then a joint hit his head, but his body was not hit, but his soul was hit.

Zisheng got up clutching his dizzy head, walked to Hongjun and sat down.

The young man was clear and thin, he yawned and lay down on the stone table, he raised his crescent-like eyes and looked at the immortal master with a smile.

"Let's play chess with Zisheng again, Master Immortal."

Hongjun holds the black stones, Zisheng holds the white stones, and the black stones go first.

But this time, when Zisheng lowered his head, what he saw was no longer a chessboard, but an illusory but orderly world.

Hongjun dropped the piece, but the white piece that Zisheng was twisting in his hand melted away, becoming an invisible thing.

Maybe a word, maybe a pen, maybe a piece of paper... maybe a keyboard?

In short, when its fingertips land on the chessboard, the game there has been decided.

The two fought each other only three times, and Zisheng's hand that landed on the chessboard was instantly swallowed by a mist of black and white.

Zisheng frowned, and he pulled out his hand enduring the pain. The original illusory world dissipated instantly, and Zisheng's eyes turned back into a chessboard again.

He looked at the chessboard carefully, and it turned out that he inserted the chess piece into the chessboard, and the chessboard cracked.

Zisheng smiled helplessly, and he looked up at Hongjun again.

Hongjun's aura has also changed, it is no longer as flat and close to nothingness as before, and his whole body exudes the majesty of annihilation.

He also smiled lightly, his white hair was blown by the breeze, and his facial features blended into the clouds like the morning glow.

Hongjun's plain appearance in the past has now become bright and conspicuous, which makes Zisheng's eyes look amazing. He propped his chin with his hands, and an idea appeared in his mind.

"Today's Immortal Master looks better..."