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

Yang Jian is 800 years old, and Zisheng has been with him for [-] years.The two of them have traveled all over the world.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Jian was alone.

The baptism of the years faded away the greenness on his face, and he became more stable.

Although his cultivation was close to that of a golden immortal, many golden immortals could not defeat him.

"Immortal, there is a villain occupying the old man's cave, can the immortal help the old man get it back?" An old earth fairy tremblingly said to the tall Yang Jian.

Yang Jian glanced at Lao Dixian, his eyes were extremely majestic after many battles.

The old immortal was very frightened by Yang Jian's aura, he stammered and said: "I still have a magic weapon in my mansion, if the fairy can help me get it back, I would like to give the magic weapon to the fairy."

Yang Jian's voice was low and his eyes were calm, "I won't accept..."

"It's a soul blanket. Although it doesn't have much effect, it can be used as a quilt for soul consciousness."

Yang Jian closed his mouth, he held the weapon in his hand, and then looked deeply at the old fairy, "Where is this person?"

The old immortal was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Thank you, the immortal, for not thinking the magic weapon is so simple. I still have two or three soul cloths here, and I can give them to the immortal together. The immortal comes with me, and I will guide the immortal."

When Yang Jian fought against that villain, although his moves were not murderous, they were extremely fierce and decisive, and he was merciless in his strikes.

He easily dealt with the villains, and Lao Dixian also gave Yang Jian the magic weapon promised in advance.

In the dark cave, when Yang Jian came in, his footsteps were obviously much softer.

Zisheng squatted on the ground and watched a small grass grow slowly, and he felt the vigorous vitality.

He pressed his fingertips against the young leaves, and his eyes became more enlightened in an instant.He stretched out his hand and applied a small amount of magic power, and the withered grass beside him came alive strangely.

His smile is very clear, his eyes are clear.

Suddenly, heavy clothes covered him.Zisheng paused, he looked at the fabric on his arm, and then froze.

Although he was no longer afraid of the cold, the sudden warmth made his whole body warm.

He raised his head, Yang Jian was very tall.

One is squatting, the other is standing, and the two seem to be far away from each other.

Zisheng held the fluff on the fabric, and he stood up in surprise, "Where did Xiaoer find the fabric? It can cover me, and it's so warm?"

Yang Jian looked Zisheng from head to toe, his eyes were much gentler, and there was joy in his eyes.

He is not as cold as outsiders, he is very friendly to Zisheng.

After returning to the cave, his tense body finally relaxed, and he slowly leaned against the cave surface with a relaxed and happy expression on his face.

Zisheng smiled naturally, and he moved to Yang Jian's side and also leaned against the wall.

Seeing this, Yang Jian took out another piece of fabric and covered Zisheng's body as a small quilt.

He stuffed the corners of the quilt tightly for Zisheng, for fear that Zisheng would be frozen.

Zisheng touched the quilt curiously, he looked up at Yang Jian's side face, "Our little two has become more and more handsome these years..."

Yang Jian chuckled, "Brother knows how to make jokes."

Zisheng's eyes were bent, he got closer to Yang Jian, and at the same time whispered: "Did you encounter any novelty today?"

Talking about what happened in a day is their daily habit, and this is also one of Yang Jian's most enjoyable moments.

He patiently told Zisheng his daytime stories, just as Zisheng patiently told him bedtime stories when he was young.

At this time, Zisheng would always use spells to conjure a small book.

"Today, we harvested four pieces of fabric, but they are all mine."

Zisheng was still a little surprised when he read the words "all his".

Yang Jian said "Yes", "It's all my brother's."

He looked at the wet soil on the hole face and couldn't help laughing.

Finally, there are traces of his brother on the notebook.

Zisheng continued to calculate: "Now we have 2634 spirit fruits, 14 spirit treasures, and 213 pieces of spirit cloth... When you reach the golden immortal level, we can go to Taoshan to have a look. Your cultivation level is the highest. Luo Jinxian, we can ask your uncle for someone."

"Yeah." Yang Jian nodded.

Zisheng planned their route at night, and when it was an hour or two before dawn, he fell asleep leaning on Yang Jian in order to experience the comfort of the quilt.

Yang Jian leaned against the cave for a long time, Zisheng fell asleep and lay down.

He covered the quilt again for Zisheng, he looked at Zisheng's young figure, but his brows and eyes were soft.

He looked at the moonlight outside the cave and smiled.

Having his brother around is the luckiest thing in his life.

Perhaps it was because Zisheng had been out of the body for too long, and his consciousness was a little weak, but fortunately, there was no serious problem, and there was no problem in sustaining it for more than 4000 years.

Yang Jian saw Zisheng's abnormality, so he took a tough attitude and insisted that Zisheng stop using spells.

In order to save Zisheng some energy, Yang Jian simply let Zisheng lie on his back, and he continued to travel around the world with Zisheng.

The silver boots stepped on the fine gravel, and the sky became hotter and hotter. Yang Jian carried Zisheng on his back through the desert.

He is a fairy body, and he will not be hot at all.

Zisheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he told him stories and sang folk songs for him along the way.

Yang Jian's heart was drifting in the waves of folk songs, and he suddenly realized that Zisheng's cultivation had been rising, but the other party's vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

His eyes trembled, but his tone was very calm, "Is the time you spend with me limited, brother?"

Zisheng was stunned, and he smiled at Yang Jian: "Xiao Er, brother loves you, and brother hopes that you will have a good life in the future. Brother will accompany you as much as possible in the future, even if he can't accompany you... brother will one day find you."

Yang Jian asked back: "What do you mean by brother? Is it... you want to leave?"

Zisheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Things are impermanent, but Xiao Er don't worry, brother can stay with you for at least another 4000 years."

4000 years sounds very long, but Yang Jian tightly closed his eyes.

There is still an end to the year 4000.

At night, Zisheng was sleeping soundly, and Yang Jian cast a spell to drive away the mosquitoes around him.

Sitting in the desert and looking at the starry sky above him, he suddenly realized how small he was.

Perhaps, his cultivation was too low.

He couldn't save his mother, couldn't stop the life of the person he cared about.

Even though he was close to being a Golden Immortal, he couldn't even hug his elder brother.

He looked in one direction.

Surrounded by auspicious clouds, the aura is overwhelming. It is Kunlun Mountain. There is a saint living on Kunlun Mountain. He is Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Chanjiao.

He thought it was time for him to become a teacher.

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Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun often liked to sit in the pavilion and drink tea, so Zisheng sat opposite Hongjun and copied a few words given to him by the other party.

Zisheng wrote these words hundreds of thousands of times, and he knew every stroke of Hongjun in his heart.

But he didn't write Hongjun's characters, but based on Hongjun, he added his own habits and got his own set of fonts.

It's just that his handwriting is always inseparable from Hongjun's shadow.

After Zisheng learned to write, he began to read again.

Every day, he would hold a lot of white paper and sit beside Hongjun on the stone bench made for him by the lotus flowers. He humbly asked Hongjun for some words.

He knew the names of his elder brother and sister-in-law Wang, the names of his nephew and adopted son, and at the same time the names of cities in the Yin and Shang dynasties.

He crumpled a ball of paper in the palm of his hand, never daring to ask the immortal master how to pronounce the word [Hongjun].

Zisheng has been with Hongjun for 800 years. In the early years, when Hongjun ran out of tea, Zisheng always poured tea for Hongjun graciously.

Later, Zisheng got used to drinking lotus soup, and dared to drink lotus tea.

Ever since, the lotus conjured a cup for him, and Zisheng poured tea for the immortal master as well as himself.

In the eighth year, Zisheng lifted the teapot and wanted to pour tea again.Unexpectedly, a jade hand stretched over, lifted the teapot and slowly poured a cup for Zisheng.

Zisheng held the teacup and stared at the scent of tea in a daze, he called softly, "Master Immortal?"

"En." Hongjun looked indifferent, and there was nothing wrong.

Zisheng bit his lip, his eyes were full of joy.

The next day, Zisheng made tea in advance and waited for the immortal master.

He obediently put the teacup next to the teapot, and as expected, the immortal master refilled a cup for him.

Zisheng has stayed in Zixiao Palace for many years, and the word "immortal master" is what he calls most often.

He made friends with a bunch of spiritual beings. In the past, apart from Hongjun and all the spiritual beings, what Zisheng did most often was to practice and plan the future of Yin Shang.

These are the things that Hongjun often hears from Zisheng.

Zisheng dropped a piece, he looked at the chessboard happily, then raised his head and said: "I have played chess with the immortal master for many years, is the immortal master finally going to lose a game to me?"

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged, but Zisheng felt a gentle wind touching the top of his head.

Zisheng picked up Heizi, he was in good spirits, and he only needed two moves to win.

Hongjun lowered his eyes.

Just when Zisheng's chess piece was about to fall, he seemed to sense something, his eyes changed slightly, and then the chess piece took a step sideways, and he lost the whole game.

Hongjun raised his eyelids, only to hear Zisheng murmur softly, "Xiao Er..."

Zisheng has been with Hongjun for 800 years, and he has never brought the content of another world here.

But today it was brought.

Hongjun paused slightly with his fingertips.

In another world, Yang Jian traveled around the world with Zisheng for many years, and this was the first time he suffered such a serious injury.

No one could have imagined that there was a big monster ambushing in this desert.The big demon is a relic from the prehistoric world. When it saw Yang Jian's cultivation, his eyes lit up and he wanted to swallow Yang Jian alive.

How important is Yang Jian to Zisheng's heart?How could he allow it?

Ever since, Zisheng cast a spell to block the big monster's attack.

Yang Jian opened his eyes sharply when he saw this scene. Zisheng's vitality is weak. If he blocks the big monster, how long can this remnant soul live in the world?

The sky darkened, and the wind and sand rose suddenly. Yang Jian held the weapon in his hand and dragged his seriously injured body to fight the big demon.

As the sun rose and set, the fairy blood splashed into the gravel.

Yang Jian could barely get up, but the corpse of the big demon was hanging on his weapon.

Zisheng was so anxious that he clenched his hands into fists and lay beside Yang Jian.

He bit his lip, and Yang Jian's breathing gradually slowed down.

In Zixiao Palace.

Seeing this, Zisheng didn't hesitate anymore, he directly cast some of his mana to cross over.

Hongjun smiled lightly, "Chess, you have been playing chess for 800 years, and you have finally accumulated luck and won the victory, but now you have failed."

Zisheng said softly: "It's not a failure, at least Zisheng has improved his chess skills over the years. What's more..."

Zisheng raised his head, his eyes were clear, "If he can be saved, it will be worth it."

Hongjun smiled, and he asked: "Is this the person who crossed the catastrophe with you?"

Zisheng nodded, smiling naturally, "Exactly, he treated me very well."

Hongjun laughed, "It's a good thing to value love and righteousness..."

In fact, the immortal master seldom smiles. Hearing the immortal master's laughter, Zi Sheng's scalp felt slightly numb for some reason.

He actually felt a sense of oppression.