"Master, what exactly is Tao?"
"This question … you need to explore it yourself. The Tao in the eyes of every cultivator is different from that of others. I can't teach you."
"Then, Master, do cultivators only fight with others for the sake of treasures?"
"It's not just for treasures. The opposite of the Tao, the conflict of one's own cultivation method, or the difference of ideas, old grudges, they will all fight against each other …"
In the courtyard, there was a winding stream.
Yang Jian's posture was unrestrained. He sat beside the stream and stared at the lazy clouds in the sky.
Beside him, a delicate girl was kneeling in a dignified manner. Her small face was full of solemnity as she carefully listened to her master explain what she didn't understand.
Although she didn't know why her master suddenly came back to guide her in cultivation, Zixia was still cheering in her heart. She listened carefully to Yang Jian's words and observed her master's every word and action.
On the side, Ao Xinke came leisurely with a flower basket in her hand. She changed the wine and delicacies for Yang Jian, softly asked about Zixia's cultivation, and then left, not wanting to disturb the master and disciple who rarely saw each other.
Yang Jian was obviously in a good mood today. In front of his disciple, he spoke gently to his wife, which made Zixia, who didn't know anything about the relationship between a man and a woman, blush.
After Yang Jian explained two Taoist scriptures to Zixia, Zixia was a little sleepy, and it was getting late.
"Let's stop here for today," Yang Jian said gently. He thought that as a master, he should be more dignified, so he straightened his back and said, "Go back and write down the scriptures you heard today three times. Tomorrow, I will ask you about the key points."
Zixia nodded quickly, her little face full of determination.
"Go back. I also went to find your master's wife," Yang Jian said jokingly. He put his hands on his knees and was about to stand up.
Zixia quickly got up, her tassel skirt fluttering gently. She hurriedly supported her 'master'. She looked quite respectful, but she seemed to want to say something.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "If you have anything to ask, just ask. Has Master ever hit or scolded you?"
"Ah," Zixia responded softly, then asked softly, "Master, I heard from Master's wife that there was a Martial Uncle Yin Hong who seemed to have done something wrong and his soul was shattered by the Tai Chi diagram. What happened?"
Yang Jian sighed softly and motioned for Zixia to follow him. They strolled in the corridor of the backyard.
"Yin Hong was originally the Second Prince of Yin Shang. He and his brother were framed by Daji and the treacherous minister, Fei Zhong Youhun. The King of Shang, Di Xin, gave the order to kill them. Even a vicious tiger does not eat its cubs. Di Xin is indeed tyrannical."
Zixia listened quietly as Yang Jian slowly told her about Yin Hong's past. The master and disciple strolled in the backyard of the Yang Mansion. When the fairies and the patrolling guards saw them, they all retreated, not daring to disturb the master and disciple's conversation.
The mansion was rather vast. After walking for two to four hours, they could not see the same scene.
When Yang Jian said that Yin Hong had caused Xuan Du to appear, the boss of the Three Pure Ones had sent the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du to deliver the Taiji Painting to help Chi Jingzi deal with his traitorous disciple, Zi Xia, who was at the side, was quite surprised.
"Master, is Yin Hong that powerful? He actually wants the Saint to use a Connate Cardinal treasure. "
"His abilities are just mediocre." Yang Jian shook his head. "This is the Saint taking the opportunity to warn the disciples of the sect that there are some things that they can't do and some things that they can't do. If anyone dares to deceive their master and destroy their ancestors, they will disappear. "
"But didn't Master say that a wisp of Yin Hong's essence soul went to the God roll?" Zi Xia pursed her lips. "Why can't such a disciple's body and soul be destroyed? Why do you have to extend his life and let him go to the Celestial Court to be an immortal?"
"This …" Yang Jian was at a loss for words. He looked at Zi Xia and raised his hand to knock her forehead. "Don't ask questions that I can't answer!"
"Oh." Zi Xia stuck out the tip of her tongue with a smug look on her face.
Yang Jian sighed and said, "How many things in this world are really fair? You will naturally understand when you see more in the future."
"Yes!" Zi Xia pursed her lips and replied. She followed behind Yang Jian and looked up at Yang Jian's back. She did not feel that her master was too oppressive. Instead, he was like a father and brother who cared for her.
However, she was a little envious of Aunt Xiao Chan …
"Master, are you and Master Dao companions?"
"We shouldn't be called Dao companions. We're husband and wife." Yang Jian smiled and said, "So-called Dao companions don't have to be a man and a woman. They can also be two Daoists who cultivate together and take care of each other on the path of cultivation."
Zi Xia did not seem to understand. "Master, are you and Uncle-Master Lü Chunyang considered Dao companions?"
"Of course not!" Yang Jian denied decisively. Lü Chunyang had been living in the Yang Residence with Bai Ze during this period of time. He had set up the array formation for the Zhou Capital. Zi Xia had also asked Lü Chunyang for advice on the Sword Dao and had benefited a lot.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Your Uncle-Master Lü has his own Daoist. You can ask him later. Ahem! Why haven't you married Sect Leader He? Let's see how he reacts. "
"Oh … Why do you have to ask that?"
"I'm just teasing him." Yang Jian gently knocked his disciple's forehead. Zi Xia blinked in pain. Yang Jian had overestimated the strength of his disciple's immortal body and had hit her a little harder.
They had already arrived at the pavilion where Yang Jian lived. After sending Zi Xia back to write the sutras, Yang Jian went to look for his wife.
Dao companions, husband and wife …
Actually, there was no difference now.
After entering the pavilion, Yang Jian immediately put away his smile. Ao Xinke, who was waiting at the side, made a water mirror for Yang Jian.
"How is it? Has Lu Yue revealed himself?"
"It shouldn't be that fast." Ao Xinke said softly, "Lu Yue and Shen Gongbao are quite cautious. Husband, even if you really aren't in the barracks and let Nezha and the others go to Azure Dragon Pass to provoke them every day, it will probably take half a month or even longer before they test the Zhou Army."
Yang Jian rubbed his chin and thought carefully. "It won't take that long. I estimate that there will be results in three to five days."
"Why?"
"Xinke, you still don't understand a man's nature." Yang Jian raised his hand and pulled his wife into his arms, hugging her gently. "Some things can be endured, but there are some things that he probably can't."
Ao Xinke blinked. "What else did you do?"
"In addition to letting Nezha and the others go to Azure Dragon Pass to challenge them every day, I also let people spread some rumors among the mortals of Azure Dragon Pass."
"Rumors?"
"That's right. These rumors … come closer."
Ao Xinke moved closer, and Yang Jian whispered a few words in her ear. Ao Xinke immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her cheeks flushed, and she gently rebuked Yang Jian a few times.
How could this be tolerated?
Second Master immediately exerted strength in his arms and carried the dragon girl into the room. He set up layers of Xuanqi to prevent anyone from listening and seeing.
In the courtyard, the corners of Little Chan 'er's mouth twitched. She snorted softly and continued to comprehend her Great Dao.
In the courtyard of Zixia, she was secretly watching her master and mistress with her divine sense. She seemed to know much more than Yang Jian thought she knew. With a little yearning in her bright eyes, she couldn't help but murmur …
"Will I also have a Dao companion who can hug and talk like this in the future?"
As she thought about it, the little girl became a little dazed. She sat in front of the study table and stared at the pear blossom outside the window in a daze.
On the northern city wall of the Zhou Capital, a young man and an old Daoist sat on the cornice of the city tower. The two of them were holding wine flasks and drinking. After a long time, they would only say a word.
Inside the city wall, there were figures working everywhere. The construction of the capital's array formation had just begun, but the progress was gratifying.
"Ah, it's starting again." Bai Ze retracted his divine sense that was spying on the Yang Residence and clicked his tongue. "Young people are hot-tempered."
Lü Chunyang asked with a smile, "Senior, have you ever had a confidante?"
Bai Ze snorted. "You should ask how many."
"Oh? Really? "Lü Chunyang was instantly interested." Senior, you like that too? How many have you had? "
"Seven or eight, I can remember." Bai Ze pretended to sigh regretfully. "The women of the Demon race are more seductive, the women of the Human race are more gentle, the women of the Wu people are bold and bold, and the women of the Dragons are virtuous and virtuous. However, in ancient times, the Dragons were semi-isolated and did not have many opportunities to meet them. The women of the Phoenix race are the hottest. When they have a temper, a mouthful of True Phoenix Fire can blow up a cave abode that has just been built into the sky."
Lü Chunyang was instantly amazed and looked at Bai Ze with admiration.
Bai Ze said, "Of course, these are all rumors. Most of the confidantes I had before were women of the Demon race who were bestowed by the Demon Emperor. There is nothing much to say about them."
Lü Chunyang immediately rolled his eyes. "I thought that Senior had tried so many big races."
"Haha, don't talk about me, an old man with half a foot in the grave. When are you and your Sect Master going to hold a wedding?"
"That's my master. If I really marry her, won't I be the same as that Yin Hong?"
"You can't say that." Bai Ze wanted to persuade him, but when he saw Lü Chunyang's serious face, he could only swallow his words.
The two continued to drink and became the state of not saying a word or two for a long time.
In fact, such a friend was the best to relieve worries.
…
Three days later, in the Green Dragon Keep.
Lu Yue originally had four disciples. After coming to the South Continent, he took in a mortal general, so he could be considered as four and a half disciples.
The eldest disciple, Zhou Xin, and the fourth disciple, Yang Wenhui, had died in the battle of Qi Mountain. The second disciple, Li Qi, and the third disciple, Zhu Tianlin, were kneeling in the house where Lu Yue was hiding. They did not dare to raise their heads to speak.
It had been two days since Shen Gongbao went to Golden Ao Island to get reinforcements. In these two days, there was a sudden uproar in the city and the army, and some rumors about Lu Yue began to spread.
These rumors were half-true and half-false, and many of them made Lu Yue quite angry.
"Have you heard that there is an immortal named Lu Yue hidden in our army? This immortal is a poison immortal. If he waves his sleeve, he can make a million soldiers vomit and have diarrhea."
"Really?"
"That's right. Why did the Zhou Army not dare to attack? They were afraid that a million people would vomit and have diarrhea at the same time! "
That was the first rumor. Before it reached Lu Yue's ears, it had greatly boosted the morale of the Shang army.
However, not long after, the rumors began to change …
"According to legend, in order to cultivate a poison technique, the Poison Immortal Lu Yue did not hesitate to use his body to test the poison. He was originally handsome and elegant, but now, he has become a rather ugly monster."
"If that's the case, I've seen it with my own eyes. Is it the immortal covered in black cloth? So it's because he refined poison to destroy his appearance. "
"I heard that because this Poison Immortal's face was disfigured, his childhood sweetheart ran away, and the two of them didn't want to see him anymore."
"Really, sigh, for that laxative ability …"
After another half a day, the rumors became more and more unbearable.
"The childhood sweetheart of the Poison Immortal Lu Yue did not run away because his appearance was destroyed. She was killed by him personally!"
"What do you mean killed personally? According to reliable sources, Lu Yue made the Five Poisons Fairy run away because he was' half an inch short '."
"Who is the Five Poisons Fairy?"
"Nonsense, of course she's the wife of the Poison Immortal … Oh, that's not right. It should be his Dao companion. That's what all cultivators call her."
The poison of vomiting and diarrhea … the poison of vomiting and diarrhea, the poison of vomiting and diarrhea!
"Bastard!"
Lu Yue's entire body trembled. He took a few breaths to suppress the anger in his heart, but in the end, he could not help but berate angrily.
"Prepare the plague powder! Today, I'll let Yang Jian see if his million elite soldiers will only vomit and have diarrhea after being infected with my plague! "
The two disciples looked at each other and immediately agreed. They stood up and ran to the house to get busy.
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