"You've seen this before?"
"Yes, I've seen this metal token once in the Daoist temple of the Great Immortal Zhen Yuan. It was enshrined under the two words' Heaven and Earth '. It left a deep impression on me."
Yang Jian and Lü Chunyang exchanged questions and answers. Lü Chunyang forced himself to speak, but his tongue was tied.
Zhen Yuan Zi?
Yang Jian held the metal token and asked again, "What's the number on Senior Zhen Yuan Zi's token? Did you see it? "
"What's the number … Uh, I didn't notice that. Isn't this the one?" Lü Chunyang reached out and took the metal token. "There's no mistake. The lines on it look simple, but if you study it carefully, it contains the essence of the Great Dao. What is this? "
Yang Jian smiled and did not speak. He took the token back and threw it back into the black tortoise belt.
"It's better to have one less person know about this matter," Yang Jian said, pretending to be profound.
Although he did not think that there was anything shameful about this matter, it was too embarrassing for him to say that he was valued by the Saint and was going to try to prove the Dao through strength.
"The vastness of the Primordial World, the vastness of the Primordial World …"
Lü Chunyang did not care. He lay there with his head raised, using his immortal sword as a pillow. His expression gradually relaxed.
Not long after, he snored softly. He had actually fallen asleep.
Looking at the side, Bai Ze was also lying there with his limbs spread out. He was counting the stars in the sky and muttering the names that Yang Jian seemed to have heard of. Not long after, his eyes turned red.
The Great World that belonged to Bai Ze had been buried in the mountains of the Primordial World. The glory of the past was gone forever. Only this old body was left, drifting in the mortal world for tens of thousands of years.
Yang Jian did not know how to persuade him. He could not persuade him about this matter. He would just let the old senior vent his anger by getting drunk.
Not long after, Yang Jian also yawned, laid there with his arms as his pillow, and closed his eyes to sleep.
In the following month, the two sides of the cliffs of Mount Mei were bustling with activity. Every day, there would be groups of fairies shuttling back and forth. Yohime was even busier. She prepared the banquet every day, and the dishes she ate and the wine she drank were never the same.
Yang Jian and Lü Chunyang, on the other hand, had nothing to do. In Meishan, they dragged Daon, Zhi Jian, and Guo Shen to drink every day.
Bai Ze focused on teaching Liu Ya. He spent four hours a day using the Cloud Mirror Technique to show Liu Ya the vastness of the Primordial World and told her about the various major events since the creation of the world.
It was almost the same as when Yuding Zhenren taught Yang Jian in the past. They were both increasing his disciple's knowledge.
After Bai Ze finished teaching, Liu Ya would be pulled away by Yang Xiaochan, who was eyeing her covetously. She would call Ting Lan, Cuizhu, and Chu Qian to play everywhere.
Xi Mei 'er had just arrived at Mount Mei not long ago and was cautious in everything. She was not familiar with Xiao Chan, so she naturally would not bring her along.
Liu Ya was really flattered, but Yang Xiaochan's natural friendliness made her gradually let down her guard. She played with them, causing laughter to echo throughout Mount Mei every day.
After nightfall, Liu Ya would be called over by Yohime to teach her some things that women should pay attention to. She would talk about the precautions between men and women and the etiquette that was prevailing in the Primordial World.
Yang Jian would also appear every day and talk to Liu Ya.
He could see that the worry in Liu Ya's eyes gradually dissipated, and he could also see that Liu Ya's eyes became brighter …
Happy gatherings were always so short.
The Primordial World did not count years. Countless Yuan Hui had passed.
Compared to that, a month's time was too short. It was like a white horse passing by. The sun had risen and the moon had set thirty times. It was already time to part.
At noon, at the peak of Mount Mei.
Xiao Chan and Liu Ya were holding hands and bidding farewell. Bai Ze stood with his hands behind his back and did not say anything for a long time.
Lü Chunyang was carefree. He said that he could not bear to see that. He had already left in the morning and returned to the mountain to cultivate.
Yang Jian stood beside Bai Ze and asked, "Senior, why don't you come with me to Emperor Wa's Palace?"
"No." Bai Ze waved his hand. "If the Saint asks me why I didn't protect the demons as a senior of the demon race, how would I answer?"
Yang Jian nodded and could only sigh softly. He did not say anything else.
At the side, Yang Xiaochan was secretly sending a voice transmission to Liu Ya. Liu Ya kept nodding, her face full of seriousness.
Yang Jian also felt that it was quite strange. After getting along for a month, his sister and Liu Ya were very close. They had already become close friends.
The two of them had been sending voice transmissions for an hour until Yang Jian was a little impatient. He held the golden talisman in his hand and urged, "Emperor Wa's Palace is not closed all year round. If you have too much to say, send a message with the jade talisman."
"I know. That's good!" Xiao Chan was half a head taller than Liu Ya. She raised her hand and patted Liu Ya's shoulder. "You must remember what I told you."
"Okay!" Liu Ya nodded solemnly. "I'll remember everything!"
Xiao Chan waved her hand. "Take care. If you're free, come to Mount Mei to find me. I'll ask my mother to cook something delicious for you."
"Okay!" Liu Ya nodded even more firmly. Her eyes were filled with yearning.
Liu Ya was naturally very clever. After saying goodbye to Xiao Chan, she walked to Yohime's side and said in a low voice, "Thank you for taking care of me during this period of time. I … I don't know what to say. Thank you, Brother Yang Jian's mother."
"Cultivate quietly and enjoy longevity as soon as possible," Yohime said softly. She helped Liu Ya tidy up the dress that she had made herself. "After you live forever, you can play however you want. You will have endless time."
"Okay! I know! " Liu Ya clenched her small fists. "Not only do I want to live forever, but I also want to become Daira Jinxian and avenge Master in the future!"
Bai Ze spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed, "I'm not dead yet!"
Liu Ya ran over with a smile. Looking at the sloppy old Taoist in front of her, her smile gradually disappeared.
Yang Jian had told her a few days ago that he was going to Nuwa's Dao Palace to cultivate.
According to the rules of the Primordial World, a disciple should not follow two masters. She had become Goddess Nuwa's disciple, so she could not call Bai Ze her master in the future. Otherwise, she would offend the Saint and cause Bai Ze to be killed.
"Master …" Liu Ya pursed her lips and said softly, "Can I call you old man in the future?"
"I!" Bai Ze was so angry that his hands trembled.
Liu Ya snorted and lowered her head. "Who asked you to always want to leave me behind?"
Bai Ze was speechless.
"Actually, thinking about it, Master, you're quite pitiful." Liu Ya could not stop scolding. "Master, you're old, bad-tempered, and unlucky. You don't have any friends other than Brother Yang Jian. It's not easy for you to have a precious disciple like me, but I was snatched away by a high and mighty Saint. Ah …"
"Stupid girl! You're rebelling! Go, go, go! Hurry up and go! "Bai Ze waved his hand angrily and turned to look at the clouds in the distance." I don't want to be annoyed! Go! Hurry up and go! "
"Let's go." Liu Ya turned around and walked to Yang Jian's side with her head lowered. She raised her hand and grabbed Yang Jian's sleeve.
Yang Jian said, "Senior, I will definitely send her there safely."
Bai Ze did not say anything. Yohime looked at Liu Ya gently. Little Chan 'er kept waving her hand.
Riding a cloud and soaring into the sky, Yang Jian flew towards the horizon with Liu Ya.
Liu Ya kept her head lowered. Yang Jian carefully wrapped her in Xuanqi to block the wind and Skyfire.
"Brother Yang Jian …"
"You don't have to hold it in." Yang Jian's voice was like the last straw that crushed her. Liu Ya leaned her face on Yang Jian's arm and cried bitterly.
She begged again and again …
"Can I not worship a saint as my master? I don't want to become too powerful. When my master is old, only I can take care of him … I was raised by my master since I was young. He will have no one to rely on in the future. How pitiful he is …"
Yang Jian was silent. He closed his eyes and the cloud was fixed in the sky.
Liu Ya whispered, "I don't want to learn the way of a saint. I want to learn the way of my master … Brother Yang Jian, let me go back. I want to go back …"
"But this was decided by your predecessor." Yang Jian did not know how to persuade her.
"My predecessor is not me. I am Liu Ya. Liu Ya was raised by my master." Liu Ya's eyes were filled with tears, which made Yang Jian feel a little worried.
He stood there quietly and let Liu Ya cry for a while. About two hours later, she stopped crying.
When Liu Ya was carried out of the jade coffin by Bai Ze, she was like a newborn girl. Bai Ze fed her with his own luck. When she was four or five years old, her luck was already exhausted. He had no choice but to let Yang Jian accept Liu Ya.
In Liu Ya's memory, apart from Yang Jian, there was only her master.
For the first time, she saw that old face when she opened her eyes. For the first time, she called him master. For the first time, she was beaten by her master and cried. For the first time, she pulled her master's beard …
Perhaps, Liu Ya was very dependent on Yang Jian. However, to Liu Ya, Bai Ze was more like a parent than a master.
Now, when she saw Bai Ze in the future, she could no longer call him master …
"Why don't you stay in Meishan for a few more months," Yang Jian said in a hoarse voice.
However, Liu Ya kept shaking her head. "It's okay, Brother Yang Jian. Let's go," she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I know that Brother Yang Jian will not harm me. Besides, I am the disciple of a saint. In the future, no one will dare to bully me. I can also use this name to protect my master. He might have some powerful enemies. "
Even so, the tears in Liu Ya's eyes kept flowing like broken pearls.
In Yang Jian's hand, the golden talisman that Goddess Nuwa had given him trembled slightly. A ray of golden light flew over from the sky and enveloped the two of them.
Without needing Yang Jian to use his mystical abilities, the two of them flew towards the void outside the Primordial World. The surrounding light and shadows kept flashing past. In the blink of an eye, they had already flown tens of thousands of kilometers …
It was often said that:
The Dao is invisible, and the Dao is inaudible.
If you don't cultivate the Dao of Love, you will be sent to your old friends.
"Liu Ya?"
"Huh?"
"In the future, don't forget Bai Ze."
"Okay."
Light flickered, and a dazzling golden palace appeared in the void. It was unknown how far away it was. It floated there quietly, neither floating nor sinking.
At the peak of Meishan, the old man stood there quietly for three days.
Then, he dissipated with the wind and disappeared without a trace.
…
PS: I recommend a daily light novel, "Delusional Gold Farmers". This book was also written by me. It's a daily light novel. It's funny, online, and daily. If you like it, you can read it.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
