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

Zisheng got off the wooden bench, and he bowed his hands to the white-clothed fairy.

The young boy's tone was light and clear, and he opened his bright eyes and said: "I hope the immortal will forgive me."

The fairy in white raised his eyes to look at Zisheng's eyes, a pair of cloudy eyes filled with endless wisdom seemed to be looking at another place through these black eyes.

Zisheng's scalp tightened, and a strong sense of oppression enveloped him.

He bit the bullet and forced an innocent smile.

"Immortal, I have won, can you tell me where the real Yuding is?"

The white-clothed immortal withdrew his gaze, and told Zisheng Yuding where he lived in a flat tone.

The young boy obviously relaxed a lot. When he got up, he looked into the distance, and then turned his head to look at the fairy in white.

The immortal in white saw the flash of guilt in the young boy's eyes.

After the little boy left, the immortal in white just closed his eyes, and the chessboard disappeared.

He walked out of the wooden pavilion, his breath became weaker, and finally merged with the vegetation, and a white shadow disappeared into the air.

In fact, the white-clothed immortal knew that the person who played chess with him was not the Little Shang King.

But he doesn't know, who else in the world can beat him?

Playing chess is also a competition of realm, and there are very few who are equal to or above him.

The senior brother Taishang Laojun will not help the little Shang Wang; the senior brother Tongtian can't play chess, and he can't play such a stable chess.

Master... Master can't play chess.

Even if he could...helping the little merchant king play chess is too ridiculous.

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Yang Jian was just recovering from a serious illness, so his master told him to rest more and not to work hard on his body and mind.But Yang Jian would stand on the cliff and look into the distance every day, dragging his almost exhausted body.

In the distance, there are mountains and mountains, clouds and mist, and occasionally a few cranes hover over the emerald green.

Yang Jian waved the spirit stone in his hand, and his three eyes were extremely serious.

His brother is gone...

Yang Jian was very calm in his heart.

He pursed his lips, the flame of hope was always buried in his heart.

He remembered that his brother took him away for a long time, and his brother wanted to save him.

Maybe my brother hasn't returned yet.

Yang Jian held the grass jelly beside him in his palm, and because of his strength, the juice of the grass jelly flowed down his fingertips.

Don't look at him now that he has won nine out of ten battles and stands alone, but it is the first time that his elder brother who grew up with him has been away from him for so long.

There are evil spirits rampant under the cliff, Yang Jian's forehead swept down with the third eye, and the evil spirits were instantly dissipated.

Yang Jian looked indifferent.

After he was rescued by Master Yuding, he became the closed disciple of Master Yuding.Daoist Yu Ding marveled at his talent, so he taught him everything, claiming that he was his most proud disciple.

Yang Jian did get a lot of good things from Yuding, and he also listened to Yuding's words.

Yang Jian waited from dawn until dark, until the mountain peak swallowed the last twilight of sunset, but he still didn't wait for that familiar figure.

Yang Jian's heart sank slightly, his thoughts were confused.He let out a breath and told himself that one day he would wait for his brother.

The cool wind blew the ends of his hair, and just as he was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head, the small head just reached half of his waist, his legs were almost going to step over the little boy.

Zisheng raised his head and looked at Yang Jian curiously, "I stood here watching you for half an hour, it seems that Xiao Er is recovering well."

Yang Jian's lips twitched, joy oozing from his eyes, and he blinked because his eyes were sore.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "When did brother come? Why haven't I seen brother?"

Zisheng rubbed his head, "I... haven't I been here for half an hour? I thought Xiao Er hadn't seen me for so long, so I took my breath away and wanted to surprise Xiao Er by walking from behind. After walking in front of Xiao Er for a while, Xiao Er didn't notice me either."

Yang Jian paused, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He looked at Zisheng who was just halfway up to his waist, and was speechless for a while.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and smiled.

"It's good that brother can come back."

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After Zisheng knew that Yang Jian had joined the teaching, although he was a little disappointed, he could still think about it.

In the original book, Yang Jian is a person who explains and teaches, and it is not easy for him to have such a relationship with Yang Jian now.

The younger brother has to go to school, and the older brother has no fixed place to study with him.

Yang Jian was domineering in front of the brothers and sisters, and his movements were quick, but no one knew that Yang Jian would always have a smile on his face after returning home every night.

He found more soul cloths, and even learned how to sew clothes. Whenever he had free time, he would sit in front of his brother with a smile and talk about daily things like sewing.

After Zisheng had Chilian, his spiritual power became full.On weekdays, he can also cast spells to do something for Yang Jian.

Sometimes when Yang Jian came back, their small house was cleaned up.

If the small house is not clean, then I think my brother should have gone to play.

In Yang Jian's consciousness, Zisheng traveled all over the Kunlun Mountains, and even brought some magic weapons for Yang Jian more or less every time he went out to play.

Yang Jian was very curious. He asked Zisheng about the origin of the magic weapon.Zisheng replied casually: "I met a fairy who can see me on Kunlun Mountain. These magic weapons are all obtained by playing chess."

Yang Jian:?

He stared blankly at the countless treasures placed in the room, and thought to himself: Who is the immortal?Obviously keep losing, why keep betting?

Under the wooden pavilion, Zisheng came to the wooden table anxiously, and asked, "Immortal, do you want to continue?"

The immortal in white looked at the chessboard and said softly, "Come."

In Zixiao Palace.

Zisheng was rubbing Hongjun's shoulders, his white hair covered the back of his hands.

He gently touched the white hair with his fingertips, and the soft touch spread out on his fingertips.

Zisheng lowered his head and his face was a little hot. He used magic to ferry a hairpin over there. This hairpin is the most precious among the many magic weapons.

He wanted to cling to the immortal master's ear, but when he was two inches away from the immortal master, the immortal master pointed his finger between his eyebrows.

Zisheng stopped, he knew he couldn't get any closer, so he asked softly, "Does the immortal master need Zisheng's help to tie his hair?"

The immortal master raised his eyelids slightly, and he glanced at the white fingers on his shoulders.

Zisheng's voice was pleasant, "If the fairy master wants it, Zisheng will help him tie his hair."

The immortal master didn't say anything, Zisheng knew that the immortal master was easy to talk, so he stretched out his hand to brush the immortal master's white hair.

He took out the hairpin and said, "This hairpin is Zisheng's best magic weapon, and Zisheng gave it to the immortal master."

The hairpin is a kind of white jade, with lotus patterns swimming across it.Zisheng conjured up a wooden comb, and gently stroked the teeth through the white hair.

He gathered his hair skillfully, and the hairpin went through to fix the white hair.

Zisheng's eyebrows and eyes are curved.

All the lotus flowers in the pool have been watching Zisheng, they watched with their own eyes take out one and tie it on Hongjun's head.

The lotus flowers were stunned, the aura of that hairpin was so familiar,... it was born from the same root.

If they remember correctly, this is the hairpin that Hongjun took from their most spiritual lotus root tens of thousands of years ago, and later Hongjun bestowed it on Yuanshi Tianzun.

The lotus:!

"...Send it to the immortal master."

"Ah."

Many lotus flowers: ...

so awkward.

Because of the aura in Kunlun Mountain, Yang Jian has been practicing in Kunlun Mountain for more than 1000 years.

During this period of time, if it was said that Zisheng won the magic weapon back easily, Yang Jian was accumulating the magic weapon with all his heart.

He uses it secondly, if one day his brother has a body, these magic weapons can help his brother practice.

When Yang Jian was not practicing, he would put on ordinary clothes and work back and forth in their hut.

He sometimes learns how to grow flowers, how to make furniture, how to cook...

Especially in the aspect of cooking, Yang Jian is the most concerned.

For more than 1000 years, Yang Jian's craftsmanship has completely surpassed that of a chef.

He calmly put the freshly fried vegetables on a plate and placed them in front of Zisheng.Zisheng was so ecstatic when he smelled the fragrance that he almost couldn't hold back his saliva.

He was getting more and more greedy, and he really wanted to eat, even a bowl of porridge would do.

He inhaled the aroma enough, and Yang Jian took the plate away and ate up the cold dishes until the dishes were cooled.

Yang Jian has never stopped improving his cooking skills. When his brother can eat in the future, he will make up for all the grievances his brother has suffered for many years.

When he practiced in Kunlun Mountain for 8 years, he finally found a way to contact his brother.

At night he opened the window and collected a ray of starlight against the night.

He gathered the dust-like light on his fingertips, and used the light spot to touch the thinnest tip of Zisheng's hair.

But for a moment, his palms trembled.

Just at that moment, he really touched Zisheng!

Yang Jian's heart trembled. From that day on, he collected moonlight every night for 400 years, and he held Zisheng's hand.

But when he hadn't felt the temperature of the other party, but in an instant, his palm passed through the other party.

Yang Jian was stunned, he looked at Zisheng blankly.

After being dazed for half an hour, Yang Jian looked at his clear heart.

There are too few stars.

At night, when he was practicing agility under a tree, there were thousands of stars swirling in his mind.

He calculated that if he really wants to hug his brother, he needs to collect more than 2000 years of starlight.

More than 2000 years...he didn't feel tired, just felt long.

Zisheng's chess skills are not bad, but the immortal master's chess skills are too high.

Except for Zisheng who almost won in 800, there was no sign of him winning again.Even if the second 800 years comes, Zisheng is still crushed without suspense.

He dropped a piece, the immortal master made another piece, and the game of chess was promoted and lost again.

He yawned sleepily, and after looking up at the beauty, he felt much better.

The white clothes were spread out on the stone table, and Zisheng simply lay down on it and fell asleep.

He was used to living in Zixiao Palace, and he was defenseless, so he slept soundly and soundly.

Hongjun did not leave, he has been sitting at the table and closing his eyes to practice.

The young man was sound asleep, thinking it was his bed, so he rolled over unconsciously.

The thin young man was about to fall from the stone table, and the purple sleeves just appeared to wrap him around.

The lotus leaf that had just protruded from the pool paused, and then slowly retracted.

The Taoist in purple looked at the young man for a long time, finally sighed, and hugged the young man horizontally.

He walked steadily, and his figure was getting farther and farther away from Shiting.

The door of Zisheng's room was opened, and a bunch of spiritual creatures ran around, Hongjun frowned slightly.

He gently put Zisheng on the bed, and he caught sight of the spirits from the corner of his eye, and a little spell condensed on his fingertips.

After Hongjun left, all the spirits rushed forward one after another, wanting to hug Zisheng.

Unexpectedly, when they were half a foot away from Zisheng, a barrier suddenly appeared around Zisheng and bounced away the spirits.

All spirits:!

They charged again and were bounced off again.

It wasn't until Zisheng became drowsy that the barrier gradually became thinner.

When Yang Jianxiu became the Daluo Jinxian, the 2000-year agreement between Hongjun and Zisheng finally came.

Zisheng looked up at the beauty, and asked cautiously, "Master Immortal, can Zisheng hug you?"

Hongjun nodded in agreement.

Zisheng flew over and hugged Hongjun all at once.

The clear lotus fragrance enveloped Zisheng, and Zisheng's brain was buzzing.

The fairy master was covered with ice, and he put his arms around the fairy master's waist.

This is the first time that Zi Sheng has been so close to the immortal master, he whispered: "The waist of the immortal master is thicker than Zi Sheng thought."