"Lü Chunyang … Lü Yan? Ancestor Lü? Lü Dongbin?
Why is the Celestial Dog sleeping at this time? Wouldn't it be able to confirm the identity of the person if it came out for a stroll?
"But that's not right." Yang Jian muttered in his heart. "Lü Dongbin shouldn't appear now. The apotheosis has not passed yet."
"Logically speaking, Lü Dongbin should be an immortal who attained Dao before the Journey to the West. He is called Ancestor Lü and is the founder of the Quanzhen branch of Taoism. His influence is far-reaching."
"Lü Dongbin is said to be the reincarnation of the Tung Wang Kung. Could it be that the person who appeared is the Tung Wang Kung himself?"
"That's not right either. I feel that this scholar is high-spirited and his appearance is born from his heart. This person's mentality should be very young."
"And the impression that the Tung Wang Kung gives others … even if he is not a skinny old man, he should be a mature middle-aged man …"
Yang Jian had only heard about the Tung Wang Kung from his master once or twice. It was said that he was a chess piece placed in the Celestial Court by a certain sage to control the Jade Emperor and distribute power to the Jade Emperor. "
"Uh, could it be that he was suspected by the Jade Emperor and was reincarnated to become this Lü Chunyang and later Lü Dongbin?"
"Speaking of which, why is the Celestial Court system so chaotic …"
Yang Jian only felt his head become heavy. He groaned in his heart and expelled all these messy thoughts.
Whether this Lü Chunyang was the one he was thinking about, he just had to ask him and he would know. It was useless to think blindly.
Not to mention other things, the other person protected Yang Xiaochan at the critical moment. Yang Jian was extremely grateful.
"If this is really the reincarnation of the Tung Wang Kung and the previous life of Lü Dongbin, then there is an 80% chance that he will not be able to survive in the future and will have to reincarnate." Yang Jian thought to himself. "At that time, I will return this favor."
"Senior, can I have a chat?"
Yang Jian jumped out of the pit and shouted to the sky.
The scholar with the sword on his back also had the intention of befriending Yang Jian. He smiled elegantly and didn't ride on a cloud. Instead, he just floated down like a feather, full of mettle and extraordinary grace.
Yang Jian bowed with a Dao salute, and the latter returned the greeting.
This Lü Chunyang smiled and said, "I really don't deserve the title of 'Senior'. The scenery at Broken Mountain is pretty good at the moment. Let's go there and have a seat."
Yang Jian readily agreed. He wanted to ride the cloud and fly up, but he smiled bitterly.
He doesn't have much Xuanqi or Xuan Gang left. Even riding a cloud is a strenuous task.
Lü Chunyang couldn't see through Yang Jian's cultivation and condition, but he understood Yang Jian's bitter smile. She pretended to casually separate a strand of immortal power and wrapped it around Yang Jian's elbow. She brought Yang Jian up and landed on the edge of a cliff on the side of the broken mountain.
The bottom of the cliff was filled with a sea of flowers. It was unknown how those weak flowers survived in this land of death.
Lü Chunyang stretched out his hand and brushed it. The stone surface at the edge of the cliff immediately became flat. There were four meditation cushions and a short table on it. There were a few plates of dishes and a few jade wine cups on the short table.
Yang Jian thought, 'You're quite particular.'
"Please."
"Yes." Yang Jian smiled and did not hesitate. He sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and sized up Lü Chunyang with a smile.
He should be an extremely proud man. He looked like an unsheathed sword.
His face was like jade, his eyes were peach blossom, and he wore a green crown and a green sword.
When he saw injustice, he would show his arrogance and cut off his joy.
Yang Jian praised in his heart, but he also saw some approval in Lü Chunyang's eyes.
Lü Chunyang was also sizing up Yang Jian. He saw that Yang Jian was like a mad demon or a god of war when he fought fiercely. He was majestic and had an unstoppable courage.
However, Yang Jian was sitting quietly now. He was so handsome and his aura was very calm. There was no killing intent. The most surprising thing was that he did not have much arrogance. He gave people a feeling that he was easy to approach.
Lü Chunyang praised, "You're indeed the disciple of a famous teacher. Fellow Daoist Yang Jian's bearing makes me admire your teacher even more."
"Senior, you're too kind." Yang Jian cupped his hands and said seriously, "Thank you for protecting my little sister just now. Let me borrow a cup of wine … Thank you."
Lü Chunyang could see that Yang Jian was really grateful to him. He raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp.
The way he held the wine cup was very elegant. It was as if he was cupping his hands and his long sleeves covered it so that Yang Jian could not see the specific action of drinking.
This seemed to be some kind of etiquette, but Yang Jian was not familiar with it.
After drinking a cup of wine, both of them felt that the other's temperament and character were not bad. They could be friends.
Two figures arrived on clouds. They were Chu Qian and Yang Xiaochan. On the way here, Chu Qian had already reminded Yang Xiaochan that Yang Jian was meeting guests here. It was best for them not to talk too much. It was rare that Yang Xiaochan did not call him 'Big Brother'.
"Let me introduce you to my younger sister. Her name is Xiaochan." Yang Jian urged Yang Xiaochan warmly. "Come and thank Senior for saving your life."
Yang Xiaochan quickly bowed. "Thank you, Senior!"
"Hahaha." Lü Chunyang laughed and shook his head. "We're all humans. There's no need to be so offended. Come and drink with us! We're all cultivators. There's no need to pay attention to these rules. "
Yang Xiaochan looked at Yang Jian. After getting her brother's permission, she leaned against Yang Jian and knelt down. She wanted to pour wine and add food to Yang Jian.
However, Chu Qian did not dare to take a seat. Lü Chunyang had excluded her by saying that they were all humans. It was slightly awkward to be there.
"Chu Qian." Yang Jian smiled and said, "Go to Broken Mountain and search. See what treasures the great demon left behind. Destroy the Demon Lair. Don't let it fall into the hands of other demons and harm others."
"Yes." Chu Qian agreed softly. Her figure floated into the depths of Broken Mountain.
Lü Chunyang looked at Yang Jian with a smile. He could not help but tease, "Fellow Daoist, you're also a sentimental person. It's rare. However, there are differences between humans and demons. It's fine to be happy, but don't harm your body and delay your cultivation. "
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment. Then, he realized that the senior was teasing him. He looked at the immortal Dao expert speechlessly.
Who said that there was no driver in the Primordial World …
Lü Chunyang thought that Yang Jian was shy and comforted, "It's fine. This will not affect your reputation. How many good stories have the Yellow Emperor, Xuanyuan, left behind in the past? Haha! "
"Ahem." Yang Jian looked at his sister and realized that Yang Xiaochan was confused. He was relieved.
The Yellow Emperor had always been criticized by cultivators for having three thousand women. Yuding Zhenren had even criticized him sharply … How could that become a good story? It was obvious that Lü Chunyang was teasing him.
"Senior, don't tease me. Yes, I have something to ask."
"Are you asking me who the demon Daira is?"
"That's right." A murderous intent flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
Lü Chunyang pondered for a while and said with a smile, "This is the land of the demons. You have to be careful."
"Senior, don't worry. I just want to know the background of my enemy. Seeking revenge is a matter for the future." Yang Jian sighed and felt a little depressed.
At this critical juncture, Daira was really everywhere in the Primordial World.
"That's a green-furred Hou. It has some bloodline of the ancient ferocious beast Hou. It has cultivated for three to four Periods and is a leader of the demon race." Lü Chunyang raised his wine cup. "That's all I know."
"Thank you for telling me, Senior." Yang Jian raised his cup and drank another cup of immortal wine that Lü Chunyang took out. He felt a little tipsy after drinking two cups.
"I'm a little lightheaded when you call me Senior more than ten times." Lü Chunyang shook his head and sighed. "Fellow Daoist, you are a third-generation disciple of Chanism. You have an extraordinary background. How can a mountain cultivator like me dare to call myself your senior?"
Yang Jian said seriously, "The Dao does not distinguish between the front and the back. Those who are accomplished are first."
Lü Chunyang was equally serious. "That's not true. If we only rank people based on their abilities, wouldn't that be breaking the rules?"
"As cultivators, I'm afraid that the rules are a burden."
"Fellow Daoist, you have to know that there is a reason for the operation of the Heaven and Earth. The cycle of the Heavenly Dao has its own destiny." Lü Chunyang looked at Yang Jian and suddenly revealed a bitter smile. "I made a slip of the tongue after drinking.
I'm sorry. "Yang Jian looked at Lü Chunyang. Daira Jinxian, who was in high spirits a moment ago, was actually a little disappointed …
He did not want to beat around the bush and asked directly, "Senior, do you know about the Duke of the East?"
Lü Chunyang's hand that was holding the wine cup paused. He smiled bitterly and nodded. He asked, "Fellow Daoist, how did you see through my background?"
"I only heard Master mention it." Yang Jian was a little suspicious. Was the person in front of him really the Duke of the East?
"Ah, there's no need to mention the past. I've cultivated from the beginning and severed my karma with my previous life. There's only the human cultivator Lü Chunyang in the Primordial World today. There's no need to mention the past."
Lü Chunyang looked up at the clouds in the sky. His gaze was peaceful, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
Yang Jian had already roughly understood that person's identity. Indeed, as he had thought, he was the reincarnation of the Duke of the East. However, he was not the reincarnation of Lü Dongbin.
Then why did the East King, who led the male immortals, reincarnate?
Yang Jian also sighed and said, "If I may be so bold as to ask …"
"I can't say that. There's nothing to say." Lü Chunyang was carefree. "Come, come, come. Let's drink! Let's not talk about the past! "
"I was a little stubborn." Yang Jian held his wine cup and drank with Lü Chunyang. They drank three cups in a row. Lü Chunyang shouted happily. Yang Jian was also a little drunk, but he was still very sober.
When the wine entered his throat, it connected his thoughts.
Lü Chunyang sighed. He patted the table and sang softly.
"I came from the Heavenly Palace's Cloud Tower. I am a free immortal.
I do not take a single grain of rice. I do not drink the Immortal Well of Longevity.
The Emperor of the Heavens is wise and wise. It is difficult for his heart to overcome the peace of the Immortal Path.
In the past, there was the King of the East. Today, there is pure Yang. A sword and a love laugh for the rest of my life … "
After Lü Chunyang finished singing, his eyes revealed many nostalgia, but it turned into an open-minded one.
Yang Jian understood many things, all of them in a sigh.
The reincarnation of the East King was probably a scheme of his uncle, the Jade Emperor …
Lü Chunyang did not look sad. He only smiled and said, "Today, you and I are like-minded. Senior, you also said that it's troublesome … Oh right, I have been cultivating for more than 6,700 years. How long have you been cultivating?"
Yang Xiaochan could not help but interrupt, "My brother has only been cultivating for more than 500 years."
"The rumors are actually true?" Lü Chunyang was stunned. He had thought that his cultivation speed was fast enough. He did not expect the person sitting in front of him to be so … scary.
Yang Jian raised his hand and flicked his sister's forehead. Yang Xiaochan stuck out the tip of her tongue and lowered her head, not daring to speak anymore.
"It's all because of my master's help. I dare not be arrogant." Yang Jian was a little ashamed, but he praised from the bottom of his heart. "Senior, you became Daira in 6,000 years. That's amazing."
"I only walked my own path again. I'm indeed inferior to you. Sigh … 500 years. That's a little unreasonable. It's extraordinary to be a disciple of a Saint!"
While Lü Chunyang was sighing, Chu Qian had already returned from the foot of Broken Mountain.
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