Yang Jian did not expect such a huge scene to happen during a wedding.
He and Ao Xinke stayed on the cloud for half a day. They chatted and took an afternoon nap. Time passed quietly.
When the sun set in the west, they were disturbed by Ao Ji, who had braced himself and rushed over. The two of them, who were already leaning against each other, hurriedly separated. Ao Ji said that the "parents" had already decided on the wedding process and wanted them to go down and discuss it together.
Considering Aunt-Master Taiyi's overbearing personality, he could not allow Yang Jian to reverse the decision that he and the Dragon King had made.
When Yang Jian and Ao Xinke returned to the main hall of the Dragon Palace, Aunt-Master Taiyi was dressed in a red robe and was strolling around the main hall of the Dragon Palace. Behind him were a few elders of the Dragons. They kept nodding and memorizing every arrangement that Perfected Taiyi had said.
"I, I … I'll go and give Brother those two … two medicines."
Ao Xinke said softly. Yang Jian smiled and nodded. He watched as she walked anxiously to the Dragon King and Yuding Zhenren, who were drinking tea and chatting.
The Dragon Mother had already gone to prepare all the treasures needed for her sister-in-law's marriage. She was even more anxious than Perfected Taiyi …
Yang Jian was called over by Perfected Taiyi and instructed three or four things.
"It'll take at most half a year. Don't run around during this period of time. Spend more time with your fiancée. You have to bring her to meet your mother as soon as possible. Let your mother come to the East Ocean as soon as possible to prepare for the wedding. "
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded. Just as he was about to speak, Perfected Taiyi began to nag again … "Also, don't be too anxious.
You are now a famous figure in the Primordial World. Remember to avoid some taboos before the wedding, lest others laugh at us disciples of Chanism for being impatient. "
"Yes." Yang Jian was a little helpless. Why didn't he realize that Aunt-Master Taiyi was so long-winded?
Perfected Taiyi gave a few more instructions before letting Yang Jian leave on his own.
At the side, the Dragon King left in a hurry. Ao Xinke floated over with a happy face. She looked at Yang Jian and suddenly bowed to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment before he hurried forward to support her.
His wife, why was he bowing to her?
"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked in confusion.
Ao Xinke pursed her lips and slowly explained the whole story to Yang Jian.
Her bow just now was for the Dragons. The two precious herbs that Yang Jian brought were probably the only two left in the world. To the Dragons, they were treasures that could save the lives of Ao Xinke's brother and the Dragon King of the Four Seas.
In ancient times, a large number of masters from the Ancestral Dragon and the Dragons died in battle, but the Dragons still had a trace of vitality.
That era was also the time when the embryo of Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged spear was formed. Ao Guang's generation gave birth to several amazing masters.
However, in ancient times, due to the lack of luck and the occasional conflicts between the ancient mighty people and the Phoenix Clan and the Kirin Clan, these masters died one after another. It was really a pity for the Dragons.
Only one master survived after being seriously injured, but he could only hide himself in the Eye of the Cold Sea to prolong his life.
The two medicines that Shennong had given him were the most important ingredients needed to heal this expert's injuries, and they were also the most difficult to find.
The Nine Souls Dragon's Beard only grew at the bottom of the Yellow River, and not a single one was born for hundreds of thousands of years. The Yellow River was transformed from the body of the Ancestral Dragon, so the Nine Souls Dragon's Beard was also called the Ancestral Dragon's Grass.
Although the Five Dragons Unyielding Snow Lotus was not as precious as the Nine Souls Dragon's Beard, it was even rarer. It had to be a snow lotus that was stained with the blood of the Battle Dragon of the Five Elements. It had to be picked in the freezing weather before it could be considered a medicinal herb. It had long been extinct in ancient times.
Although it was unknown how Shennong got it, perhaps it was Taoist Hongyun's private collection, these two herbs really made the Dragon Palace owe Yang Jian a big favor.
"Is the Dragon Palace short of masters?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
Ao Xinke pursed her lips and blinked her big eyes. She continued to transmit her voice to him, "That, that, brother, brother, Quan, Quan, Sheng, Ceng, Feng, Kong Xuan of the Phoenix Clan, are, are on par."
Yang Jian finally understood why the Dragon King left in such a hurry.
It would be a blessing if the Dragons could have one more powerful person like Kong Xuan. It was no wonder that the mysterious Dragon King left in a hurry today.
He did not expect such a thing to happen.
Yang Jian sighed but did not take it to heart. He discussed with Xinke for a while and decided to visit his mother, Yohime, at Mount Mei tomorrow. Yang Jian was called over by Perfected Taiyi to think about how to decorate the main hall.
After a busy night, Perfected Taiyi brought a few elders of the Dragons and pulled Yang Jian around the Dragon Palace.
Since Uncle-Master was so concerned about his matters, Yang Jian could not find it troublesome and could only follow along.
Fortunately, Xinke came to find him when the Golden Crow was born. The two left the East Sea and slowly floated towards Mount Mei.
Ao Xinke probably did not sleep last night either. She spent most of her time dressing herself. Yesterday, she was like the brightest pearl in the Crystal Palace. Today, she hid her brilliance. She wore white sleeves, a purple skirt, a jade hairpin, and a phoenix tail.
Who said she was ignorant of the world? She knew that she could not be too ostentatious in front of her future mother-in-law. It was more appropriate to be gentle and reserved.
Yang Jian took off the dazzling white fairy robe and put on a light yellow robe. He felt inexplicably at ease.
Along the way, they did not fly very fast. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke talked about some interesting things, and Ao Xinke also talked about matters of cultivation with Yang Jian. The two of them seemed to have endless things to talk about. They only arrived at Mount Mei at dusk.
Mount Mei had already received the news from the Dragon Palace. Yohime, who had been waiting for a day, was already waiting on the mountain. When she saw Ao Xinke, she held the little hand of the daughter of the Dragon Ancestor. They were affectionate and even asked Yang Jian to rest.
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief and walked around Mount Mei.
He walked around the newly built Mei City. He saw that the mortals were well-fed and the cultivators were focused on comprehending the Dao. It was a scene of prosperity.
He went to the place where the disciples of the Wu people lived. The 3,000 disciples of the Wu people had all restored their youthful appearances and were all working hard to cultivate.
The twelve commanders greeted him and told him how they had been training the troops and how they had been supervising the cultivation of the various departments. Yang Jian set up another Xuanqi array to increase the cultivation speed of these "grass gods" with great potential.
Daon was busy counting the Earth Qi that he had collected around Mount Mei recently and arranged for a few Battle Magi to send them back to their respective clans.
Seeing that Yang Jian had arrived, he grinned and could not stop laughing. "Are you really going to get a wife?"
"Yes." Yang Jian saw that Daon could not stop laughing and could not help but feel happy. "It is said that people are in high spirits when they meet with happy events. Why am I not as happy as you?"
"Marrying the princess of the Dragons? Or the daughter of the Ancestral Dragon? "Daon chuckled again.
Although Yang Jian felt that there was a hole in front of him, he still walked in carefully. "That's right. What's wrong?"
"Sigh." Daon muttered softly, "I heard that Dragons are big. The daughter of the Ancestral Dragon should be as big as a mountain, right? You, can you do it or not? Can you find the way? Wow, you're going to marry a dragon! "
Yang Jian couldn't hold it in and kicked him.
Even though Daon had thick skin and the combat strength of a Senior Magus, he was kicked in the butt by Yang Jian. He flew up and turned into a shooting star that flashed across the sky of the Primordial World …
Vulgar, frivolous, and short-sighted!
The human body was a Connate Dao Body. Xinke also had to maintain the appearance of a Connate Dao Body to comprehend the Dao and cultivate. What was the difference between the two?
Speaking of which, Wu people were filthy. They were indeed extraordinary.
After staying in the Mei Mountain for a few days, Yohime, Little Chan 'er, and Ao Xinke were inseparable. Ao Xinke was gentle and intellectual, and Yohime was even more considerate. In addition, with Little Chan' er, who was a happy person, the three of them got along very well.
Yohime was very satisfied with Ao Xinke. She only asked Yang Jian in private if her stuttering could be cured.
Yang Jian did not answer directly. He only said that she had a way to make up for her congenital deficiency, but it would take some time.
Yohime felt that she owed Yang Jian and Little Chan 'er too much. Seeing that her son was about to get married and start a family, she was even more nervous than Yang Jian.
Sewing a quilt today, buying new clothes tomorrow. On the way to the Celestial Court, she heard about old friends.
The Six Friends of the Mei Mountain all came to congratulate him and asked if there was anything that needed to be prepared. Plum City was decorated with lanterns and ribbons. It seemed that the Plum Mountain Master was going to get married tomorrow. The sound of firecrackers did not stop throughout the night.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, took a nap to recover his energy. Then, he used the Earth Escape Technique and went thousands of feet below the Mei Mountain.
Looking at the hut, Yang Jian felt a little cold.
Now, he was about to get married, but there were still strong enemies outside that threatened the safety of the Mei Mountain.
Mei Kongmei.
"I can't let Master do it …"
Yang Jian pondered for a while. There was nothing he could do about the powerful figures of the Demon Clan who were hiding.
Strength.
Yang Jian looked at his palm. He was not blinded by the marriage.
Taking out the three-pointed, double-edged spear and the incomplete sculpture of the dragon's neck, Yang Jian grabbed the blade of his spear and began to carefully repair it.
Originally, he had taken this dozens of feet tall sculpture away because he was afraid that Mei Kongmei would return without anyone knowing and shatter it. But now, the Mei Mountain was protected by a great formation that Master had set up. It was no longer a place that Mei Kongmei could come and go as she pleased.
Clang, clang …
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