The young man, Qian Yuanling, could not recover.
The child shook his head and asked, "Where did the guest come from?"
"Who are you?"
The handsome young master stood in front of Yang Jian and stared at Yang Jian with his dark eyes. He seemed to be a little hesitant, but there was a hint of intimacy in his eyes.
Yang Jian squatted down and looked him in the eye. He couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch his cheek. He smiled and said, "I am Yang Jian. You can call me Senior Brother. This is for you."
Yang Jian touched the Black Turtle Belt and took out a shield that flickered with golden light.
How could a child know that this shield was only an ordinary Immortal Artifact? Seeing that it looked good, he happily snatched it over and held it in his hand, unwilling to part with it.
Li Jing, who was at the side, wanted to decline, but Yang Jian's words echoed in his heart. He only stared at Little Nezha's back and had mixed feelings.
"Husband." Lady Yin brought a few maidservants over and called out softly.
Li Jing came back to his senses and shouted, "Madam, come and greet the Perfected Lord." Lady Yin bowed to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian knew that his junior brother, Ling Zhuzi, wanted to reincarnate into the Li family purely because he was moved by Lady Yin's gentleness and maternal nature. It was not because he had deceived Li Jing previously. Therefore, he had a much better impression of Lady Yin than Li Jing. He also bowed with a Dao salute.
As the saying went, all babies in the world might not have a biological father, but their mothers would definitely be their biological mothers.
Lady Yin was Nezha's mother and also Nezha's "fated person". That could not be wrong.
"Madam Li, you're too polite. Nezha is my junior brother. I should call you Aunt."
"No, no." Lady Yin waved her hand repeatedly. She looked at her husband's expression and felt that he seemed to have something on his mind. The food on the table had not been touched.
Lady Yin said gently, "But these dishes are not to my taste. I'll get someone to send someone to the kitchen …"
"There's no need to trouble yourself. These are enough. Head Soldier Li, let's continue the banquet."
After Yang Jian said that, Li Jing sighed softly and smiled. He straightened his back and sat on the main seat. He made an inviting gesture to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian sat in the guest seat. Lady Yin hurriedly went to carry Nezha and wanted to bring him back to the backyard. Yang Jian asked them to stay and let them sit down.
"I'm a cultivator, so I don't care about the rules of the secular world. Why don't you treat this as a family banquet? I'll thicken my skin and join in the fun."
"Perfected Lord, why do you say that?" Li Jing smiled and said, "You can come to the door of my Li Residence, Perfected Lord!"
Yang Jian smiled and thanked him. Lady Yin carried Nezha and sat beside Li Jing. However, Li Jing said, "Madam, let Nezha sit between me and the Perfected Lord. The Perfected Lord is here to see him, not us."
Lady Yin was a little afraid that Nezha would offend Yang Jian. However, when she saw that Yang Jian had taken the initiative to give up his seat and greeted him warmly, she did not dare to refuse. She could only let Nezha sit between Li Jing and Yang Jian.
From the beginning to the end, Nezha had been looking at the food on the table. If his mother hadn't told him not to touch the food, he would have made a mess of the table and the dishes!
"Mother," Nezha asked softly, "Can we eat now?"
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Didn't you just eat?"
"How do you know?" Little Nezha looked at Yang Jian. Yang Jian smiled mysteriously, showing the demeanor of a senior of cultivation.
Nezha pursed his lips and said seriously, "Anyway, I'm hungry."
"You're so small. Why do you eat so much?"
"But, Mother said that I have to eat when I'm hungry."
Yang Jian said, "Be careful not to become fat."
"What is fat? Dharma treasures? Or mystical abilities? "Little Nezha raised his head." I have a few powerful Dharma treasures! "
"I know you're powerful. Eat!" Yang Jian picked up a mouthful of food and placed it in front of Little Nezha's bowl. Little Nezha wanted to say how powerful he was, but Yang Jian pressed him into the bowl and stuffed a mouthful of food.
If this little fellow continued talking nonsense, he might start to brag about his master again. Although it was not accurate to use the word "brag", it would indeed waste his saliva to persuade Li Jing previously.
Yang Jian's thoughts were very simple. He tried his best to improve the relationship between Li Jing and Nezha. He did not want to leave a stain on his junior brother's life of "chasing after his own father". He also did not want his junior brother to suffer the sorrow of being abandoned by his father.
Thinking about where Nezha went after becoming a god, he became a general of the Celestial Court and entered the Celestial Court with Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li. He was also regarded as a typical father and son soldier.
Since he had to reconcile with his father in the end, why didn't he try to get closer to him from the beginning?
He did not ask for love, but he did not want to become enemies.
"Perfected Lord." Li Jing had already adjusted his mentality. He asked Yang Jian a few questions about cultivation. They were all common questions between immortals and mortals. Yang Jian answered them easily.
Nezha was pressed down by Yang Jian's hand. No matter what methods he used and how much strength he used, he could not break free.
What was even more ingenious was that no matter how hard Nezha struggled, the chair under his butt did not break.
Li Jing, who was at the side, saw through it. He smiled and toasted Yang Jian with a few cups of wine. Lady Yin, who was at the side, was secretly worried that Yang Jian would break Nezha's neck …
As Yang Jian pressed Nezha down, he kept picking food for him. However, he did not mention Nezha at all. He asked, "Is Lady Li also cultivating?"
"Husband, you taught me some Dao techniques to strengthen my foundation and nurture my essence. I can't say anything about cultivation." Lady Yin looked at Li Jing lovingly. Li Jing also looked at Lady Yin with a smile.
Yang Jian suddenly had the urge to call out the Celestial Hound and feed it.
However, the Celestial Hound was still sleeping soundly. It seemed that the black pearl was not easy to digest.
Yang Jian took out a jade token from the Black Turtle Belt. He had specially found the jade token when he came out of the Mei Mountain. There was a cultivation technique for women inside. With Lady Yin's potential, it should not be a problem for her to become an immortal.
"There's a cultivation technique here. Lady Li, if you follow this, you will definitely gain something in less than ten years."
"How … how can I do that?"
Lady Yin looked at Li Jing, as if she wanted him to help her reject.
Li Jing smiled. It could be seen that he really cared about Lady Yin. He stood up and thanked her. He took the jade token with both hands and stuffed it into his wife's hand.
Then, Li Jing looked at Yang Jian with a fervent gaze.
He had already given his wife a cultivation technique. This generous Perfected Lord had to give him some benefits no matter what, right?
Yang Jian smiled and took out an immortal treasure sword. It had a golden hilt and a silver scabbard. When he held it in his hand, he could feel warmth surging.
Whoosh!
The sword was half-sheathed, and a cold glint flickered. Wherever the sword blade pointed, a chair 100 feet away collapsed. It was actually cut open by the sharpness of the sword.
Li Jing immediately exclaimed.
Yang Jian returned the sword to its sheath and handed it to Li Jing with both hands. A small hand wanted to reach over to intercept him, but Yang Jian casually slapped it down.
Little Nezha immediately pouted. He had been suppressed by Yang Jian for a long time, but he did not even get a share of the treasures!
However, he had forgotten about the shield that had been hit by the longevity lock.
"Commander Li, you have already become a disciple of a master. It's not convenient for me to teach you Dharma spells, lest Uncle-Master Du 'e blame me," Yang Jian said. "As the saying goes, a treasure sword is given to a hero. Commander Li, you occupy the barbarians in the east. The people of Chentang Pass live and work in peace. This Immortal Sword will be given to you to protect yourself a hundred years later."
"Hahaha, Perfected Lord, you praise me too much. How can I do that?"
Although Li Jing wanted to put on a hesitant expression, he could not help but take the sword and fiddle with it.
Yang Jian sighed in his heart when he saw that.
When had he ever given such a treasure? Although they were all "resources" that Mei Kongmei had left under the Mei Mountain, Yang Jian usually only entered and did not leave. Today, he had really broken the rule.
For Ling Zhuzi, it was not easy.
A few ordinary immortal treasures could make Li Jing feel closer to Yang Jian.
Treasures were treasures. As a "high-ranking official" of the Celestial Court, Yang Jian did not put on airs to him. That was also giving face to the Commander of Chentang Pass.
After the meal, Li Jing wanted to ask about cultivation again. However, Yang Jian said directly, "Commander, don't worry. Now that the world is undergoing a huge change, you will naturally have your own opportunities in the future. If I say too much now, I will delay you. "
Li Jing did not dare to ask further. He only asked Yang Jian to stay in his residence for a few more days.
Li Jing originally thought that Yang Jian would leave after eating. After all, such immortals rarely stayed in the mortal world for long. Just like the master of his three sons, he would always be elusive.
However, he did not expect Yang Jian to nod casually and agree.
"That's good. Junior Brother and I haven't met for a long time. I really miss him." Yang Jian cupped his hands. "Thank you."
Li Jing hurriedly said that he was being polite. Lady Yin happily went to arrange a residence for Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked at Little Nezha, who was sulking. He said, "Nezha, are you not convinced by me?"
"Hmph!" Nezha glanced at Yang Jian. "I think you're a reputable person. You'll say that you're my senior brother. That's why I'm tolerant of you. Don't think that I can't defeat you!"
"Haha, we've sparred a few times on the mountain. Why don't we try again today?"
"Sure!" Nezha stood on the chair and stared at Yang Jian.
Li Jing, who was at the side, immediately wanted to berate him. Yang Jian waved his hand and gestured for Li Jing not to make a fuss.
"I'll borrow your garden."
"Perfected Lord, this child is really capable … Forget it, please come this way."
Li Jing wanted to persuade Yang Jian to prevent Yang Jian from making a fool of himself later. However, he felt that his words would offend Perfected Lord Erlang Xiansheng. He could only remain silent.
At that moment, Li Jing ordered the servants to clean the flower garden and led Yang Jian to the backyard.
Little Nezha hurriedly ran to his mother's place and took back the treasures that his mother had kept. He tore off his brocade clothes and returned to his red hood, blue pants, and braided appearance. He looked for Yang Jian aggressively.
Nezha was really a mischievous spirit. He shouted in a childish voice, "I'm going to hurt you. You're not allowed to complain to my master!"
"I'm afraid I know better than you how capable you are." Yang Jian stood there leisurely with his hands behind his back. "Come on. If I'm hurt by you, consider it my loss."
How could Little Nezha withstand such provocation?
At that moment, he activated the Heavenly Silk of Chaos and floated around him like a spirit snake. He raised the Cosmic Ring high and the sun shone on it. Golden light shone on it.
Two numinous treasures?
He gave them to a child who was only a few years old?
Yang Jian felt a little helpless at Uncle-Master Taiyi's generosity and wealth.
This was not the end. The sound of fire could be heard. Two flaming lights flew over from the horizon and turned into two blazing wheels.
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