"Second Master, how did you do that? You flipped Kun Peng over with one strike? Was that a real Kun Peng? I was knocked unconscious earlier, so I didn't see it. "
Beside the stone platform, Yang Jian was focused on transplanting the spirit cores for the disciples of the Wu people. Beside him, Daon kept patting his bald head. His body was still full of bloodstains, and he kept asking questions bashfully.
Wu Gui and Witch were busy cleaning up the mess outside, so no one came to take care of this fellow.
"How else can I do it? I broke through and became stronger, but I didn't become bald, "Yang Jian said with a chuckle. He turned to look at Daon." You want to try? I'm in need of someone to practice with. "
"No, no." Daon waved his hands and retreated. Although he said that he didn't dare to try, the eagerness in his eyes could not be faked.
Yang Jian flipped Demon Master Kun Peng over with one strike. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he might not believe it, let alone hearsay.
Xiao Lan, who was sitting beside the stone platform, covered her mouth and chuckled. She did not speak, but only looked at Yang Jian with a gentle gaze. She kept sighing in her heart … His real body was more pleasing to the eye.
Under Yang Jian's unremitting efforts, bald heads were born one after another.
This transformation journey, which had been interrupted for a long time, finally came to a successful end after nearly a hundred days of hard work by Yang Jian.
To these disciples of the Wu people, Yang Jian was not stingy at all. If he could use Xuanqi to help them improve, he used Xuanqi to improve them. As for how far they could go before the great calamity arrived, it all depended on them.
"Daon, bring everyone here to cultivate for a year, then go to Heiling Country to receive orders," Yang Jian said calmly. "If you want to grow faster, you have to bleed."
Daon cupped his fists and knelt on one knee. He turned his head and shouted, "Thank you, Second Master!"
Then, 1,800 men and women, all bald and resolute, knelt neatly in front of Yang Jian.
"Thank you, Second Master!"
Yang Jian nodded lightly. If it was in the past, he might have felt agitated, but now, his Dao Heart only rippled a little.
"Have a good rest. If there's anything strange, come and find me."
Waving his hand, Yang Jian walked towards the ruins of the Xuandu City in front of him. Xiao Lan hurriedly stood up. Although she wanted to follow Yang Jian closely, she still fell two steps behind. She put her hands behind her back and lowered her head. She followed the figure in front of her step by step.
Her gaze kept shifting to the side. For some reason, her Dao heart began to ripple, and her heartbeat accelerated.
His cultivation was still not up to par.
Yang Jian suddenly stopped and turned around. Xiao Lan, who was deep in thought, almost bumped into him. She stepped on the tip of Yang Jian's boots and jumped away in fright.
"Do you still recognize me?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
"Wha, what?" Xiao Lan was a little confused. She blinked her eyes, not knowing what to do.
Yang Jian gently stroked his finger, and a wisp of Xuanqi slowly drifted away, evolving into a gray bamboo forest around them.
This déjà vu situation …
Xiao Lan's face instantly turned red. She bit her lips and pinched the folds of her dress with her fingers. However, she stubbornly looked up at Yang Jian …
Then, Xiao Lan took another step forward. Her hands trembled and opened, but she hugged Yang Jian's waist tightly.
"I admit it."
Yang Jian's sigh brushed past her ear. Then, he hugged her back gently and did not say anything.
Xiao Lan, who was originally a little dizzy, gradually sensed Yang Jian's abnormality. She asked softly, "What's wrong? Do you think I did something wrong … "
"It's fine. I'm just a little frustrated." Yang Jian's voice was a little hoarse. "When I broke through my mystic technique, I saw many past events that did not belong to me. There seems to be a gap in my heart. I don't know what to say."
"Can you tell me?" Xiao Lan tiptoed and looked around. She hugged Yang Jian's arm with both hands. "Come here. We'll talk in secret. They can't hear us."
Yang Jian was also amused. Initially, he didn't want to talk about this to others, but when he saw Xiao Lan's beautiful face that was filled with anticipation and 'I want to hear you talk', his dried up heart was once again moistened by those limpid eyes of hers.
They hid beside a broken wall. Xiao Lan did not care about anything. She pulled Yang Jian to sit on the ground, but her hands kept holding onto Yang Jian's arm.
Although she did not dare to really lean on Yang Jian, she clearly did not want their relationship to retreat because of her reservations.
"Don't look at me like that." Yang Jian smiled. "If you look at me like that, even I feel like I'm a little pretentious."
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Xiao Lan shook his arm. "Say it. I want to hear it. I can't compare to Sister Xinke, but I can help you relieve your worries and relieve your stress. I can't just dominate you for no reason. "
This coquettishness was indeed rare for Her Highness Xinke.
"I'm probably just affected by that person's emotions." Yang Jian shook his head. He thought back to the various scenes he had seen. He then raised his hand and tapped Xiao Lan's forehead. "I'll show you. Don't be scared."
Xiao Lan blinked her eyes, but before she could say anything, an image appeared in her mind.
It was what Yang Jian saw. It was very blurry. He could only vaguely see a figure staggering forward …
A moment later.
Yang Jian was a little speechless as he leaned against the wall. He looked at the little girl hugging his arm and crying. Other than hugging her shoulder and comforting her, he did not know what to say.
Didn't she say she would help him relieve his worries?
"You're already a corpse but you still want to fight. How did you end up so pitifully in your past life!"
"I …" Yang Jian did not know why but he almost laughed out loud. "Hahaha, how did it become pitiful when you say it was pitiful? It was so heroic!"
Xiao Lan sighed faintly. She looked at Yang Jian pitifully. "Don't you think you're pitiful? You even sent away the woman you love with your own hands … Who is that? Can you find her in her reincarnation? Is that Sister Xinke? "
Yang Jian couldn't help but be startled.
Could Xinke be the reincarnation of that white shadow?
Probably not. That expert was clearly too far away from this era. The so-called reincarnation of a true spirit was different from the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It would be extremely difficult to find her.
Not knowing what she looked like, the imprint of her true spirit, even if she was a man or a woman, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"I don't think so …" Yang Jian shook his head and sighed. "Don't mention this person. I'm not him. You and Xinke aren't that white shadow … We have our own way of living in this life. There's no benefit in thinking about the past."
Xiao Lan bit her lower lip and nodded lightly. She took the initiative to lean into Yang Jian's arms and let her long hair fall in front of him.
She raised her head and wanted to stare at the side of Yang Jian's face in a daze. Unexpectedly, her gaze was caught by Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his hand and wanted to hug her closer to him. However, his fingers accidentally touched something soft and smooth.
Xiao Lan's eyes were watery but she refused to lower her head. However, the slight trembling of her body could not be concealed …
For some reason, Yang Jian's heart was filled with joy and impulses. He lowered his head and moved closer. However, just as he moved, the woman beside him suddenly turned around and pressed her right hand on his left shoulder. Her slender and delicate body leaned against his chest. Her somewhat bold eyes carried a hint of provocation.
How could a dignified three-feet-tall man allow his wife to do as she pleased?
When a wave of Xuanqi covered the corner tightly, isolating the moans and covering the spring scenery, the Yang family finally had a new member.
The disciples of the Wu people tilted their bald heads in confusion. However, the twelve commanders shouted in a low voice and brought them further away so that they would not cause any commotion while cultivating and disturb the other side …
"Ah … Second Master is still Second Master …"
Daon chuckled and shook his head with a sigh. He touched his bald head and sighed.
When his hair grew out, he had to return to Da Hua and express his desire to continue his bloodline with her.
…
Yang Jian did not treat the joy of the couple as a catharsis, although it did have the effect of uplifting his spirit.
After staying in Xuandu City for a few days, Yang Jian finally got rid of the emotions that appeared when Gui Hong broke through under Xiao Lan's intentional flattery and gentle guidance.
Although it was inevitable that Yang Jian's personality would be a little more dull, at the same time, Yang Jian would gain more.
He knew that he had once existed, regardless of whether it was great or not.
He knew that he had fought against a powerful enemy in the distant past, regardless of whether he succeeded or not.
He also firmly understood that he had to take the path of cultivation together. Even if his master could not deduce the cultivation method, Yang Jian had to take the risk.
He really did not want to repeat the situation he had experienced in his previous life. He really could not be like that person and deal a heavy blow to Ao Xinke or Xiao Lan and send them into the True Spirit River …
What's the use of having a rock-solid Dao heart?
So what if he was invincible below the Saint?
If those black shadows were the so-called "powerful enemies", they could not be killed completely. Even if he killed them all, they would appear again …
What Yang Jian had to do now was no longer to complete the path that the Pangu God had not taken. Instead, he had to surpass and open up … He had to be stronger than himself in the past. He had to defeat all the enemies that dared to appear in front of him until they collapsed or did not dare to appear again!
On the soft couch in the ruins, when he hugged Xiao Lan, who was sleeping soundly, Yang Jian, who was in a daze, suddenly felt that he had an additional responsibility …
Xinke was with him, and Lan 'er was also with him. Since he had accepted them, he had to cherish them like treasures and not let them suffer any harm.
When he married Ao Xinke, Yang Jian did not have a strong feeling. Perhaps it was because there were many "interests" entanglements outside of their wedding. Although Yang Jian and Ao Xinke were now supporting and respecting each other, they still lacked the purity that Yang Jian yearned for.
Xiao Lan, who had left her sect and clan to wander around with him, had finally made up for that purity.
"Aren't you tired?" Xiao Lan's somewhat lazy voice sounded. Her eyes were misty, and she could not muster up any strength.
Yang Jian smiled and shook his head. He hugged her even tighter.
"Previously, I didn't understand the meaning of a sentence. Now, I've suddenly woken up."
"What?"
Yang Jian said gently, "If I get it, it's my fortune. If I don't, it's my fate."
"Pfft, so embarrassing … En … Lord Perfected Sovereign, let me sleep for a while. I'm so tired …"
Yang Jian chuckled softly. He could only hug her gently and close his eyes to rest for a while.
A few days later, Yang Jian brought Xiao Lan back to Black Dragon Nation. After discussing with Ao Xinke, he summoned all his trusted subordinates, experts, and good friends and introduced Xiao Lan to them.
He basically confirmed Xiao Lan's identity as the second wife of the Yang family. It also allowed Xiao Lan to command all the armies in the future.
"Things are different now." Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan beside him with some guilt. "There are too many things to do now. I can't marry you for now …"
Xiao Lan hurriedly said, "It's okay. It's already a blessing that Sister Xinke accepted me. I can't do anything."
However, Ao Xinke said gently, "Husband, even if you can't organize it, you still have to organize the wedding. If you don't have a name, outsiders will really talk bad about you and Sister Lan 'er behind your back."
Xiao Lan blinked. She wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Ao Xinke's gaze.
Under the table, Yang Jian held a small hand on each side. For some reason, he felt a little … guilty.
He was really hugging a woman …
"In that case, I'll let my incarnation return to the Primordial World to prepare for this matter. I'll let Mother help us arrange it … Ahem, let's talk about serious matters. Is there any news about Little Black?"
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