Heaven Leveling Sword Sect's Fu Dongliu.
This name was already somewhat unfamiliar, separated by layers of light and shadow. However, when the man dressed in a Taoist robe, who looked more than ten years younger, called out to Yang Jian, this name surfaced in Yang Jian's heart.
Yang Jian looked at the Taoist priest. He was a Heaven Immortal. His features were not handsome, but he was pleasing to the eye.
He asked uncertainly, "Brother Fu?"
The Taoist priest laughed. "It's really you! It's really you! Hahaha! We meet again! "
An old man frowned and scolded, "Dongliu, don't be rude in front of Perfected Lord Erlang! Step down! "
"Yes, Master."
Fu Dongliu blinked at Yang Jian, then lowered his head and took two steps back.
Yang Jian laughed and said, "Everyone, please go ahead. I'll wait outside the hall. Brother Fu, if there's nothing else, please come out and have a chat. "
"Okay, okay, uh … Perfected Lord Erlang, please go ahead."
"Hahahaha!"
Yang Jian laughed as he walked out of the hall. The old immortals in the hall were a little confused.
For a moment, everyone in the hall looked at Fu Dongliu in bewilderment.
The elder in the corner finally came back to his senses. He grabbed his disciple's arm and asked, "You know Perfected Lord Erlang?"
"Yes, we had some history. I didn't expect Perfected Lord Erlang to remember me." Fu Dongliu shrunk his neck. He was speechless when he felt the gazes around him getting sharper.
Although his master was an elder, he was not ranked in the Kunyu Pavilion. Although he was a personal disciple, he was usually quiet and did not have a high cultivation level. Therefore, not many people paid attention to him.
However, he did not expect that he and his master would become the target of public criticism just because he could not hold back the excitement in his heart and called out to Yang Jian.
The master of the Kunyu Pavilion hurriedly said, "How can we let Perfected Lord Erlang wait outside?"
Fu Dongliu's master stomped his feet and scolded, "Hurry up and go! You blockhead, what are you waiting here for! "
Fu Dongliu was also confused. He agreed bitterly and was thrown out of the hall by his master.
Outside the hall, Yang Jian smiled and said, "Is there a good place to drink wine here?"
"Yes, yes, I know of a valley with good scenery." Fu Dongliu tidied up his Taoist robe. His face gradually became older, returning to the appearance he had when he first met Yang Jian.
Fu Dongliu sighed with a smile. "I'm always pretending to be young in the mountains. I'm afraid that I'll be laughed at for not having a high level of cultivation."
"Let's go and find a quiet place to talk."
Fu Dongliu said, "Hey, wait a minute. You still have an old acquaintance in this hall. Years ago, when a few sects merged to form the Kunyu Pavilion, I somehow became her peer. If we want to reminisce about the past, we should bring her along. "
"Qingling is here too?" Yang Jian's eyes lit up. "Where is she? Why didn't I see it before? "
"She hid behind you when you showed up. Look over there."
Fu Dongliu pointed his finger, and Yang Jian looked over. The figures quickly retreated, and finally, only the girl standing in the corner was left.
Her skin was like warm jade, and her eyes were light and agile.
Wen Qingling.
Back then, Yang Jian had met her in the North Continent. At that time, her face had not changed much, and her cultivation level was barely at the level of a Heaven Immortal.
Yang Jian said, "So you're both cultivating in the Kunyu Pavilion. Why didn't you send me a letter?"
"You're a disciple of the Jade Virtual Palace, the nephew of the Jade Emperor. We're just two ordinary cultivators. It's best that we don't claim to be related to you." Fu Dongliu sighed softly. "Otherwise, my Dao Heart will be unbalanced if I'm provoked by you every day."
Fu Dongliu purposely mentioned Wen Qingling in front of the Kunyu Pavilion's Peak Leaders and Elders. It was probably to let Yang Jian take care of Wen Qingling.
Before Wen Qingling could say anything, a middle-aged Taoist nun pulled her aside and gave her a few instructions.
Wen Qingling nodded lightly in response. She lowered her head and walked out of the hall, bowing to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "You and I meet again after we parted ways in the North Continent."
"Yes, we meet again." Wen Qingling pursed her lips lightly, and her gaze was a little complicated. Yang Jian could more or less understand what she was thinking, but he was not in a hurry to say anything.
Yang Jian said to the hall, "I'd like to borrow two of your sect's disciples for half a day."
"Do as you wish, Perfected Lord …" The Pavilion Leader immediately replied.
Yang Jian did not say much. He rode a cloud and brought the two of them out of the main peak. Following Fu Dongliu's instructions, they went to a remote valley.
There was a grass field in the valley, and there were a few herb gardens around it. Fu Dongliu said softly, "This is actually Qingling's usual residence. She's in charge of taking care of these herbs."
Yang Jian frowned slightly. "Are you not having a good time here? If that's the case, why don't you follow me to Mount Mei? I'll find immortal cultivation techniques for you, and no one will dare to bully you. "
Descending on the cloud, Wen Qingling looked at Fu Dongliu with a pleading gaze, begging him not to say anything more.
However, Fu Dongliu seemed to be doing it on purpose today. He pretended not to see it and said seriously, "I'm doing well. My master and I get along well. However, Qingling is not doing well. She doesn't have many immortal cultivation resources. After her master died, this Uncle-Master who followed her almost ignored her. It's really a waste of her talent for immortality. "
When Yang Jian heard this, he looked at Wen Qingling with a little more gentleness.
Ever since the young princess met him, she had been through a lot of trouble. Now, as long as Yang Jian said something, she would be able to live a better life. Naturally, Yang Jian would not be stingy.
"I'm actually quite at ease here." Wen Qingling avoided Yang Jian's gaze and said in a low voice, "Wait here for a while. I'll go and tidy up the house. It's a little messy here."
Once she finished speaking, she lowered her head and ran away. She closed the wooden door and leaned against it, letting out a long sigh of relief. She bit her lips and felt sad.
She did not want Yang Jian to see her in a sorry state.
However, at that moment, she was just an ordinary Heaven Immortal in the Middle Continent. Yang Jian was already a person who stood at the peak of the Primordial World.
Such a difference made her feel even more sad.
"Perfected Lord, what do you think of Qingling?"
Yang Jian smiled and punched Fu Dongliu. Naturally, he did not use any strength. He sent a voice transmission and said, "If I had feelings for her, I would not have let her cultivate in the Middle Continent back then. He and I, you and I, are good friends. There's no difference. "
"Don't you already have three Dao partners now? There's no harm in having one more."
Fu Dongliu smacked his lips.
"A relationship is a responsibility," Yang Jian said calmly. "I've already shouldered enough responsibilities. The road ahead is vast, and I don't know if I'll live or die. I don't have much time to focus on relationships. Brother Fu, why don't you tell me about your experiences over the years? "
Fu Dongliu sighed softly. "It's just cultivation. I traveled from the trichiliocosm to the Middle Continent. After I became an immortal, I became a disciple of my current master."
Yang Jian suddenly recalled that his second wife, Xiao Lan, and Fu Dongliu seemed to have a grudge against each other …
He had to remind Lan 'er not to mention that he had been to the Chiliocosm again.
At the thought of that, Yang Jian could not help but recall that Xiao Lan seemed to have lost her memories of the Chiliocosm. He did not know what had happened.
Fu Dongliu sighed and said, "Qingling, on the other hand, has suffered too much. She has followed two masters, and both of them have encountered unexpected disasters. As a result, all the disciples in the sect have ostracized her and said that she had cursed the two female cultivators to death."
Yang Jian was a little puzzled. "Would a person who cultivates the Dao and seeks the truth believe such ridiculous things?"
"That's not right. Isn't cultivation also about luck and fate?" Fu Dongliu said seriously, "I even asked my master to help me find a few seniors who know how to read Qi and fortune to help her. Her luck is weak, but her fate is that of a heavenly being … It's really puzzling."
Yang Jian was momentarily speechless.
"Help me persuade her later. I'll bring her to a few martial uncles to take a closer look."
"Alright, don't forget what I said," Fu Dongliu said with a smile. "You're one of the most powerful beings in the world now. You have to keep your word."
Yang Jian smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement.
The two of them had their arms around each other's shoulders when the straw door opened. Wen Qingling, who had changed into a white dress and dressed up, walked out.
In Fu Dongliu's heart, Wen Qingling had always been his junior. Moreover, he had been immersed in the Dao of the Sword all these years. He did not have any feelings for Wen Qingling, who was becoming more and more beautiful. He mostly took care of her like she was his' little niece '.
Therefore, when Wen Qingling dressed up and came out, Fu Dongliu did not look at her. Instead, he was observing Yang Jian's expression.
Yang Jian's family already had three wives. No matter what, he had to add another one for Yang Jian today …
However, Fu Dongliu soon became puzzled.
Yang Jian's gaze was a little blurred, but he was not obsessed, nor was he stunned. Come to think of it, Yang Jian's achievements today meant that his Daoist Heart was not something that Fu Dongliu could compare to. Why did he look like he was intoxicated?
Was he really that fond of women?
Wen Qingling was also a little stunned by Yang Jian's stare. She blushed and did not know what to do.
She dressed up like this and even took out her only celestial treasure spirit dress. In fact, it was only to make up for the gap in status between her and Yang Jian. She wanted to make herself more calm and confident so that she could converse with Yang Jian normally.
However, she did not expect that Yang Jian would look at her like this …
However, Wen Qingling immediately realized that Yang Jian's state was not right. It was because Yang Jian's eyes were gradually becoming a little dull.
There was even a tear slowly falling from the corner of his eye …
Just as Fu Dongliu was about to pat Yang Jian's arm, he was stunned by the tear.
They did not know that in Yang Jian's eyes, Wen Qingling's figure was gradually blurring. A beautiful but poignant white figure seemed to be looking at him with a smile.
The vicissitudes of life did not change, and there were no regrets.
"Is that you …"
Yang Jian asked with a trembling voice. His heart trembled and he seemed to want to say a name, but it was stopped by an inexplicable force.
"What's wrong?" Wen Qingling asked with a trembling voice.
As soon as this voice came out, Yang Jian was called back from the hazy light. His Daoist Heart quickly returned to normal, and the tears at the corner of his eyes were immediately evaporated by him.
He looked at Wen Qingling again.
Perhaps it was because at that moment, when they looked at each other, there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. Her charm was somewhat similar to that of the woman in white who followed Du Bi until her death.
Yang Jian gave himself a reasonable explanation and smiled apologetically at Wen Qingling.
"It's okay. Can we go in and drink? I suddenly thought of something in the past just now. "
Fu Dongliu hurriedly said, "Let's go, let's go in. She usually likes to be clean. Just now, she just found an excuse to dress up."
Wen Qingling's face turned red, and she hurriedly made a gesture to invite him in.
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