When old friends reunited, it was just a few cups of wine and chatting for half a day. There was no need to be too restrained.
After that, they made an appointment to meet again, bid farewell, and left on a cloud …
Although Yang Jian had the intention to help them cultivate, Fu Dongliu felt that he was living a comfortable life. The Great Dao was within reach, and immortality was not far away.
However, Wen Qingling did not mention this at all. Even when Yang Jian took the initiative to ask her to go to Mei Mountain, Wen Qingling rejected him with a smile. She said that she could not be an ungrateful person, and that it would be good for her to cultivate here.
Yang Jian was really helpless about this.
If she did not want to go, then so be it. Yang Jian secretly asked the pavilion master of Kunyu Pavilion to take care of them. It was just a matter of words.
He more or less remembered Wen Qingling's personality, so he did not find it strange.
After Yang Jian left, Fu Dongliu stood in front of the straw door and looked at the woman in white standing on the straw. He could only smile bitterly and complain.
"I say, Qingling, why did you have to do this? After so many years of longing, he finally came here, but you were not as eager as I was. "
Wen Qingling did not reply, but she seemed to be in a good mood. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she looked at the cloud where Yang Jian's figure had disappeared.
"Qingling, even if you don't think about anything else, you should think about your immortality."
Fu Dongliu sighed and said, "Think about your situation now … Ah, although after today's incident, the pavilion will definitely take good care of you. Alright, it's a good thing that Yang Jian still remembers us."
"Big Brother Fu, don't you think he's much more mature now?"
Wen Qingling asked softly, then laughed to herself. "I always feel that he's more trustworthy than before, and I want to rely on him more."
"What a joke. This is one of the most powerful beings in the world." Fu Dongliu stretched. "I'm not going to help you clean up, I'm going back to find a place to sleep. If the sect asks, just tell them the truth about what happened in the past. "
"Big Brother Fu, I'll leave it to you." Wen Qingling looked outside the valley. There were already a few Peak Masters and elders of the Kunyu Pavilion waiting there.
It was obvious that the two of them were going to be treated like treasures by the Kunyu Pavilion.
Even the elegant cultivators who did not want to curry favor with the powerful had to consider Yang Jian's reputation and position in this world. Not to mention, the Kunyu Pavilion was an external force of the Hollow Jade Temple. As a good friend of Yang Jian, it was only natural that he would enjoy the treatment of a direct disciple of the sect master.
Even those that he had neglected before had to be filled up as soon as possible, lest True Lord Erlang took his anger out on him.
"I'll do it," Fu Dongliu said reluctantly. "After all, it's all thanks to Yang Jian. I'm a little embarrassed."
"Then why did Brother Fu stop him?"
"Isn't it so that you can live longer?" Fu Dongliu pursed his lips. "You're just like a taciturn gourd. You have to say everything out loud. If you don't even say a word to him, even if he has feelings for you, I'm afraid he will think that you're heartless."
Wen Qingling was stunned. She immediately flew down from the top of the grass and looked at Fu Dongliu. "Does he … have feelings for me?"
"Well …" Fu Dongliu was speechless for a moment. He could not help but think of what Yang Jian had said to him.
A relationship was a responsibility. Yang Jian did not want to bear too much of it now …
However, looking at Wen Qingling's little face that was filled with anticipation, Fu Dongliu could not bear it. He could only say gently, "It's hard to say. You know that he's the pillar of the Primordial World now. It's rare that he has the opportunity to think about relationships."
Wen Qingling's expression immediately turned gloomy.
Fu Dongliu said, "Actually, I think you should seize the time to cultivate and enter immortal-level first. By then, no matter how long Yang Jian has to work for the Primordial World, you can wait if you want. When he's free, you can go …"
"It's not that easy to achieve immortality."
Wen Qingling smiled bitterly. "My qualifications are limited. I'm afraid it'll be difficult."
Fu Dongliu's eyes were a little mischievous. "Why don't you go to Yang Jian and ask for a Nine Transformation Pill? I heard that the pill can make people immortal. You can definitely achieve immortality if you use it."
"How can I take such a treasure just because I say so? Brother Fu, you go first. I'm a little tired. "
Wen Qingling saw a few people coming from outside the valley on a cloud. Her face was a little gloomy. She said a few words in a low voice, turned back to the grass, and closed the wooden door of the grass.
Fu Dongliu could only shake his head helplessly. Looking at the few pavilion seniors who were smiling, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fly over.
He had dug a hole for himself, so he had to fill it up.
In the grass, beside the small circle, Wen Qingling held the chair that Yang Jian had just sat on and stood there quietly in a daze.
On the bier, the scenes from the first time she saw him until now were still as clear as they were thousands of years ago. She had never forgotten them and had never stopped thinking about them.
It was a pity that not all marriages were protected by the Heavenly Dao, and not all lovesickness could be turned into a red rope.
Wen Qingling always felt that if she did not change her wishful thinking, she should not have any improper thoughts about Yang Jian.
For the past thousands of years, every time she heard news about him, it would cause the world to tremble. On the other hand, she had become a lonely person. She had caused the death of two masters who had helped her cultivate. It was reasonable for her to be ostracized by her fellow disciples.
She put away the wine cups, bowls, and chopsticks that Yang Jian had used and casually threw the other cups and plates to the wooden bucket in the corner. She moved the chair and sat in front of a bronze mirror.
In the mirror, she was wearing a white dress and looked beautiful. Her beauty was somewhat indescribable.
However, outside the mirror, she could only lower her head and sigh softly. She could not express the hundreds of thoughts in her heart …
"Who is worthy of your concern?"
A somewhat ethereal voice echoed in her heart. The voice was gentle and delicate, but it stunned Wen Qingling.
"You're out again. Is my Dao Heart unstable again? It's no wonder. After all, I've seen him …"
Wen Qingling chuckled and did not seem to be too surprised.
The voice in her heart was a little melancholic. "You still don't believe that I'm not your inner demon? I'm you. The you in the past will also be the you in the future. Why do you have to resist like this? "
"You're always trying to break my Dao Heart. How can I not believe that you're my inner demon?"
Wen Qingling asked in return. Then, she quietly closed her eyes. Two phantoms slowly appeared in the spirit platform and faced each other from afar.
Wen Qingling said softly, "My heart is not calm. There's always an obsession in my heart. That's why I have a mental demon like you. You don't have to say anything. I won't believe you no matter what you say. "
As she spoke, Wen Qingling's hands had already begun to form seals. Wisps of Dharma powers rushed back and gradually suppressed the other phantom in the spirit platform, sending it to the depths of the spirit platform.
After doing that, Wen Qingling heaved a sigh of relief and slowly opened her eyes.
She didn't notice that after suppressing the phantom once again, her temperament and appearance had slightly changed. She had become more mature and more similar to the phantom …
Longevity …
Wen Qingling smiled bitterly. With such an inner demon haunting her, how could she talk about longevity? How could she talk about everlasting love?
"Sigh …"
Turning to the side, Wen Qingling gently leaned against the back of the chair and fell asleep tiredly.
Outside the grass, Fu Dongliu was talking about the Sword Dao with a few elders. When he talked about how he met Yang Jian, he became eloquent.
He did not have any intention of forcing it.
…
At the mouth of the Guan River, Yang Jian could not calm down after returning to this place.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of Wen Qingling pushing the door out of the grass quietly appeared in his mind. Gradually, Wen Qingling's appearance had turned into the white-clothed woman who followed Du Bi and was personally sent into the River of True Spirit by him.
This was what he owed her in his previous life, and it was also Du Bi's only regret.
If Wen Qingling was really the reincarnation of the white-clothed woman, Yang Jian would definitely bring Wen Qingling back to the Black Spirit Country. No matter what, be it as a friend, a Dao companion, or even as a brother or sister, he would treat her well.
However, Yang Jian had secretly probed a few times and had already confirmed that Wen Qingling was not the reincarnation of the white-clothed woman.
Perhaps it was just her appearance and expression that touched Du Bi's remnant soul that had not completely disappeared.
He found the Six Friends of the Plum Mountain and asked them to secretly observe Sun Wukong. If there was a conflict between Sun Wukong and the Celestial Court, they were to wake up his incarnation.
Then, his mind returned to his true body.
For nearly 50 years, Yang Jian had really done his best to teach Sun Wukong cultivation. He had even returned to the Primordial World once in order to break the shackles of Heaven and Earth on Sun Wukong.
The cultivation of his true body had been delayed for more than a day from the beginning to the end.
At that moment, nearly half of the dark golden star had melted, and Yang Jian's entire body was shining with golden light, as if the golden patterns on his body had been completely covered.
However, upon closer inspection, there were still some gaps in the golden patterns. Those gaps slowly closed as Yang Jian continued to absorb the Connate Golden Qi.
Yang Jian could already clearly feel that the Invincible Golden Body Incantation was actually not far away from becoming a Saint.
As long as he spent another 30 to 40 years, Yang Jian's Invincible Golden Body Incantation could barely reach the physical strength of the Gold Messenger Ge Li. Of course, if he did not become a Saint, he would naturally not be able to reach the defensive power of the Gold Messenger Ge Li.
However, Yang Jian's Invincible Golden Body was superior to the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. From the outside to the inside, and from the inside to the outside, it should be considered flawless.
The Saint was not far away, and the Great Dao was about to be formed.
If Yang Jian's goal was only to become a Saint with his physical body, then he was already very close. However, he wanted to take the opportunity to become a Saint to establish two Great Dao at the same time and directly enter the ranks of the supreme experts.
That would require him to put in ten or even a hundred times more effort and hardship.
Fortunately, he had pushed the Invincible Golden Body Incantation to the edge of becoming a Saint, and he could be considered to have a trump card.
If there was any dangerous situation in the future, Yang Jian could also give up the idea of establishing two Great Dao at the same time and directly rush into the Saint Realm, so that he could exert far more combat power than he currently had.
Anyway, no matter which Great Dao he established first, it would always be Yang Jian who entered the Saint Realm, not the two mental cultivation methods.
However, there was also a hidden danger in this matter.
If the Invincible Golden Body Incantation entered the Saint Realm first, Yang Jian would have to focus on the Invincible Golden Body Incantation, and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art would even be suppressed and used as collateral.
But then came the problem …
If he encountered a supreme expert, the Pangu God could fight until both sides suffered. However, with the Invincible Golden Body Incantation, Yang Jian might be instantly killed by a supreme expert as soon as they met.
This was the only characteristic of the Invincible Golden Body Incantation that made Yang Jian feel "useless", but he could not evaluate its advantages or disadvantages.
He could only say that the Invincible Golden Body Incantation was more suitable for chaotic battles. If he really wanted to fight a supreme expert head-on, he would have to push the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to the Saint Realm. Only then would he have the strength to fight.
Just as Yang Jian was thinking about that and was about to accelerate the absorption of the Connate Gold Qi, he suddenly heard an eagle's cry resounding in the chaotic Chaos Sea. Yang Jian was also shocked.
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