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

Alien:

Yang Tianyou has been running around all the time, but he still can't find a way to rescue Yunhua.

He has worked hard for 20 years, and his health is getting worse and worse.When Yang Jian saw him, his steps were weak and his face was pale.

His father was Yang Jian's closest relative, Yang Jian's eyes were red when he saw this.

Yang Tianyou knew that his son was worried about him, so he stopped trying to be brave.He obediently lay down on the bed, smiling at his son all the time, trying his best not to worry about him.

Yang Tianyou glanced out the window, there was a peach blossom tree planted outside, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the falling petals were colorful.

Yang Tianyou dazed, with a faint smile on his lips, "Actually... I have fallen in love with your mother since I was in heaven."

Yang Jian paused, and Zi Sheng, who was floating in the air, touched the top of Yang Jian's head.

Yang Tianyou sighed, looking disappointed, "It's a pity that I was unable to rescue your mother when I was a human being. Jian'er, I'm sorry for you."

Yang Jian lowered his head and hummed, "Even though my son has never met mother, he has always liked her in his heart. Saving mother is not the responsibility of father alone, but the responsibility of the child. The child will always look for a way to save it."

Yang Tianyou raised his withered hand and put it on the back of Yang Jian's hand. His eyes were slack, "Father is leaving soon, don't worry about Jian'er. Daddy just returned to heaven to be a golden boy. Then, maybe Daddy will have a chance to see you again." mother."

Yang Tianyou smiled easily, "After Dad leaves, all the food in the house will belong to you. There is a partition under the rice vat, and there is some money in the partition. Jianer, saving your mother is the second priority, you have to live well .Even if you do nothing all your life, as long as you live happily, that's enough."

Yang Jian sniffed, and he said intermittently: "Father, don't worry, go. After you leave, you will return to the Heavenly Court. Jian'er will have a chance to see you again in the future. Father... don't worry."

Yang Tianyou smiled gently and beautifully. He slightly raised his head, his vision became blurred, and when he was about to regain his last wisp of consciousness, he saw the boy in white clothes floating in the air.

The little boy's eyes were full of concern, and Yang Tianyou murmured "Thank you" softly with his chapped lips.

Then, he completely lost consciousness.

A light rain fell at dusk, seeping into the soil and nourishing the newly sprouted green grass.

The raindrops slapped the young leaves and made a rustling sound.

Yang Jian stood motionless in front of the tombstone for a long time, clenched his palms tightly, and stared at the words on the tombstone with dizzy eyes.

Zisheng was floating in the air, and he used all the mana that he had gathered for 20 years to pick up the umbrella from the ground and hold it for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood in front of the tombstone for three days, and Zi Sheng also held an umbrella for three days.

Zisheng's spells were about to run out, the umbrella wobbled and suddenly fell down.

Yang Jian took the umbrella, and a shadow cast over Zisheng's head.

Zisheng looked up, then looked at Yang Jian who was drenched in the rain, and said with concern: "The rain won't get me out, so hurry up and get yourself covered."

Although Yang Jian smiled with lowered eyes, he did not see a trace of joy.He was afraid that Zisheng would be cold, so Zisheng got closer.

"Brother, let's go."

From that day on, Yang Jian has been holding the umbrella for Zisheng.Zisheng also began to change from drifting to walking.

The two began to look for the method of cultivation.

Although Zisheng doesn't have a magic weapon to pass on to Yang Jian, he has a brain.

In the following decades, Zisheng has been teaching Yang Jian the art of immortality.

Because Zisheng is upright, Yang Jian has always been a hero.

But he has never stayed for anyone, the person he cares most about is Zisheng, and only Zisheng.

One night, Yang Jian brought a bundle of thin ropes and said to Zisheng: "Brother, stand still, let me measure how tall you are."

Zisheng:!

He leaned against the corner and said in horror, "What is this for?!"

Yang Jian leaned against the corner of the wall like Zi Sheng, turned his head and said with a smile: "My brother hasn't changed his white clothes for many years, I'm thinking of a way to find a new one for my brother."

Zisheng shrank back to the corner, "That's not necessary. A white dress is my consciousness, and it will not be dirty or rotten for the rest of my life. Besides, I may not be able to wear the clothes you made."

But Yang Jian has saved money and natural treasures for so many years, so he wants to use them for Zisheng.

"Even if I can't wear it now, I will save it for my brother in the future. One day my brother will definitely be able to use it."

In the end, Zisheng couldn't beat Yang Jian, so Yang Jian measured his height, shoulder width and waist length.

Later, Yang Jian went to find someone to make the clothes. When the man heard that Yang Jian made it for his elder brother, he immediately said, "I think my brother is so tall and strong, so I think he is not bad..."

Yang Jian shook his head and interrupted, "My brother didn't grow taller a few years ago, but he's not as tall as me."

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "This is also common, brother first talk about your size."

Yang Jian took out the rope and threw it down: "The length of this rope is the height of my brother."

The man who made the clothes looked at the rope, which was not half as tall as Yang Jian, and fell into deep thought.

In Zixiao Palace.

Lianhua took out 10 meters of shredded lotus root and handed it to Zisheng.Zisheng dragged a long bundle to measure the big and small things in Xianfu.

After measuring too many times, Zisheng even used modern methods to mark the scale on the lotus root.

He measured the lotus head, and the lotus head stopped obediently.When Zisheng measured it, the lotus head was 35 centimeters wide.

He looked at himself in the water, and felt unwilling to think of himself being so short in another world.

He let the lotus head hold the lotus root, and tested his current self.

A test, 1 meter 81!

Zisheng felt relieved, his eyes became crooked.

He looked at the immortal master sitting in the pavilion, so he ran over.

"How tall is the immortal master? Zisheng wants to test it."

Hongjun glanced at Zisheng, a vague smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and then he got up and left.

Zisheng looked at Hongjun's back, tilted his head upwards, and followed Hongjun's pace.

Zisheng found that the immortal master was about half a head taller than him.

He looked at the waist of the immortal master, pursed his lips, then took out the filament and measured his own waist first.

68 cm, a little thin.

What about the fairy master?

Zisheng looked at Hongjun's back.

The fairy master has a tall and straight figure, and the curvature of his back is just right.It's just that the fairy master's purple robe is too wide for Zisheng to break it off with his eyes.

Unless that purple robe has a belt on it.

Zisheng shook the lotus root in his hand, he didn't have the guts to measure it.

He just had some fantasies in his mind, but his brain was knocked from the air.

Zisheng was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.

The top of his head was sweating, and Zisheng stroked it away with his sleeve, feeling guilty.

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Yang Jian woke up in the cave, and the firewood lit yesterday had already been extinguished.

Just as he was about to get up, Zisheng said, "It's cold today, don't forget to add clothes."

Yang Jian smiled lowly, he took out his thick clothes and put them on, stood up and said to Zi Sheng as usual: "I'm already a half-celestial body, so I'm not afraid of the cold."

Zisheng babbled: "It's better to wear it."

He stretched and got up from the ground.

Yang Jian squatted down, and Zisheng climbed onto Yang Jian's shoulder familiarly.

Yang Jian stood up carrying the light air. They had traveled tens of thousands of miles over the years.

With Zisheng whispering in his ear all the year round, Yang Jian never felt lonely.

They shot a rabbit to death on the way. After Zisheng's training since childhood, Yang Jian's ability to handle food became more and more proficient.

While Yang Jian was roasting the rabbit, fat protruded from the rabbit's body, and the hot oil sizzled, and Zisheng sniffed, almost drooling.

Zisheng swallowed, and quickly directed, "Quick! It's time to apply salt!"

Yang Jian moved his hands very quickly, and a whole rabbit was roasted out immediately.

Zisheng sniffed next to the rabbit, Yang Jian saw this and wanted to hand the rabbit to Zisheng.

Zisheng sighed, looked at Yang Jian eagerly and said, "You can eat it, I'll just smell it."

Yang Jian stared at Zisheng with three eyes, "Is there anything in this world that you can eat?"

Zisheng shook his head, holding the baby fat with his hands.

Yang Jian gripped tightly the wooden stick with the rabbit on it.

From then on, Yang Jian always ate with Zisheng on his back.

Zisheng noticed Yang Jian's abnormality, and he sighed to Yang Jian: "You might as well eat it in front of me, so I can smell it."

Yang Jian's expression was complicated. He reached out to hug Zisheng, but his hand passed through him.

His hands are clenched into fists.

Later, Yang Jian and Zisheng found a fairy island, where many ganoderma lucidum and fairy mushrooms grew.

Yang Jian pulled up all kinds of spiritual plants, and he asked Zisheng to try them all, but Zisheng couldn't eat any of them.

Yang Jian held the package containing Ganoderma lucidum, he wished he could throw these things away and never find them again.

Zisheng became interested in looking at these brightly colored Ganoderma lucidum and fairy mushrooms.

Although the brighter the mushroom, the more poisonous it is, but these mushrooms are all fairy mushrooms, maybe they are different from mortal mushrooms.

Yang Jian had the same idea as Zisheng, so he ate the most beautiful mushroom among them, and he fainted as a result.

Zisheng:!

At this time, the immortal from Xiandao hurried over, and he said from a long distance: "The more beautiful the mushroom, the more poisonous it is, little brother, don't eat it."

Zisheng: ...

Why are fairy mushrooms like this?

Time is not long, but it has been a hundred years in a hurry.

Zi Sheng could resist the craving at first, but as he accompanied Yang Jian to eat three meals a day, he wanted to eat more and more.

Even when he was sleeping with Yang Jian, he muttered the word "eat" in his dream.

He yawned on Yang Jian's shoulder, "I'm so greedy, I want to eat. Anything is fine, even a lotus seed, let me taste the bitterness."

His desire to eat became stronger and stronger, even Zisheng who was in Zixiao Palace was also hungry.

When he was sleeping with Lianhua, he said the same thing as Yijie Zisheng in his dream.

On the second day, Zisheng woke up in Zixiao Palace.

He walked to the lotus pond, but the lotus handed him a handful of lotus seeds.At the same time, the lotus head was shaking, as if asking him for credit.

Zisheng was stunned, he looked at the lotus seeds in his hand and said cautiously: "Give me the lotus seeds, won't it hurt you?"

The lotus head shook.

[No pain, every 12 hours I will have a pile of body that is no longer needed, and now I have saved a lot of lotus seeds. ]

Zisheng was relieved, he put the lotus seeds in his mouth and bit, then closed his eyes tightly.

Really bitter.

Zisheng from another world woke up and smacked his lips, his eyes lit up, and he tasted bitterness!

From that day on, Zisheng from Zixiao Palace also started to eat every day.

Eat lotus seeds today, lotus roots tomorrow, and lotus flower soup the day after tomorrow... After eating for two years in a row, Zisheng from Zixiao Palace vomited, and Zisheng from another world vomited too.

Just as Zisheng smacked his lips and frowned, he suddenly thought of the jar of braised pork in Zixiao Palace.

He took out the braised pork, and his expression became lively.

In order to eat more, Zisheng cast a spell to turn the braised pork into several altars.

He ate one jar every day, and he was very satisfied at the beginning, until a few years later——

He smelled braised pork and spat it out.

He showed pain, but happened to see the figure of the immortal master.

Zisheng caught up with the immortal master, and he put lotus seeds and braised pork in front of the immortal master.

He leaned over, his thick eyelashes were very close to the face of the immortal master.

He coaxed softly: "Can the immortal master change the two of them into other flavors for me?"

Zisheng sighed: "Zisheng has been tired of eating all these years."

Hongjun didn't answer, and waved his purple sleeves upwards.

Zisheng has been with Hongjun for many years, and he has long understood the meaning of the immortal master's every move.

Zisheng's smile became clearer, he bowed his eyes to Hongjun to thank him first, then took out his chopsticks and took a bite of each.

Then, he almost threw up.

He looked at Hongjun with complicated eyes and dared not speak out.

How could the immortal master be like this?

The immortal master just changed the braised pork into the flavor of lotus seeds, and then changed the lotus seeds into the flavor of braised pork.

Zisheng withered.

He tugged Hongjun's sleeve lightly, but Hongjun didn't break free from him.

Zisheng felt very novel, this was the first time that Hongjun had not let go of Hongjun's hand after he had followed Hongjun for hundreds of years.

His heart was shaken.

Zisheng looked at the fair and well-defined palm of the immortal master again, and his heart was shaken even more.

Considering the beauty of an immortal master...you shouldn't be teasing him, right?

Perhaps... there is a reason for the immortal master to do this.