Chapter 894: Don't get together in the spring breeze

"Brother, are you tired of fighting with the strongest? Chan'er helps you squeeze your legs."
"Master, you can taste how good this fruit is. This is what the disciple has grown so hard."
Chaos Sea, in a fairy palace not too far away from the Saint’s Courtyard, Yang Jian reluctantly enjoyed the service of two beautiful girls, while Ao Xinke on the side hid her mouth and chuckled openly. Family dinner.
"You two, don't help your wife and sister-in-law!"
Xiao Chan'er chuckled and began to act like a baby with her brother's arm; the fairy Zixia on the side could not be so unscrupulous, but she also began to hang her shoulders diligently for the master.
"Brother, let us go to the place to test the sword," Xiao Chan'er pouted, "Sister Zen Jade and Liu Ya have gone, but they were left behind to practice by the mother. Isn't I too qualified? Bad, I'm ashamed of you."
After speaking, he whispered twice.
"Master," Zixia also said, "The disciple is willing to protect the Tao with his body, and I also ask the master to allow the disciple to enter the place of sword testing, improve cultivation and temper supernatural powers."
Yang Jian sighed softly. He was selfish and wanted to keep his apprentice and younger sister away from the catastrophe, but he didn't expect the two of them to take the picture by himself.
"It's not impossible to let you go," Yang Jian said frankly, "but after a few months, the first batch of people who will go in are the disciples who test the effects of the test of the sword. They are also among the three and four generations of Taoism and Buddhism. A great talent."
"The second batch of people who have just been sent in in the past few days are mostly monks who survived the last war. Not only are they the best choice for their aptitude, understanding, heels, and perseverance, they have also contributed to the great famine and countless merits. Living beings have the qualifications to enter the sword test."
"As for you two..."
Zixia hurriedly winked at Xiao Chan'er behind Yang Jian.
Yang Xiaochan pursed his lips, looking like he was full of loss, and bowed his head and said, "Oh, Xiaochan knows, when the next war, I will definitely kill those powerful enemies. I can't let people say, Erlang) "The true monarch, the sister of Hong Huang's pillar, is such a weak waste."
"Who dares to talk about you?" Yang Jian's voice couldn't help being higher, and he said firmly: "You are my Yang Jian's younger sister. If anyone dares to make irresponsible remarks behind you, when my fist is fake, it is impossible!"
Yang Xiaochan wanted to use some bitter tricks, but she didn't want Yang Jian to use the tricks, which really made her a little bit dumbfounded.
"No one chews the tongue, why are you so excited, brother."
"Okay," Ao Xinkelian walked over lightly and lightly, and took Xiao Chan'er to say earnestly: "The husband just doesn't want you and Zixia to suffer. The reason why the place to try the sword can People rise rapidly, there are countless battles, countless life and death wandering."
Zixia knelt down beside her, and whispered: "Master, Master, like today’s disaster, no one can take care of him alone. As Master Chan’er said, the disciple is Master’s disciple, so you can’t shame Master. Then try the sword. If the disciple of the land also has this qualification, please master not to block it with personal affection."
"Do you really want to go?" Yang Jian asked, with some hesitation in his voice.
Zixia looked up at her master, chuckled and nodded.
"Master, even though Tu'er is only in the Great Luojing, and the foundation is not too solid, I would like to go in and try."
Zi Xia hurriedly said: "The disciples have enough medicines, which are all given to me by you, Master. I have not been able to use them. I will not waste the precious pills refined by the sages, just want to sharpen myself. Okay..."
"Fortunately, when Master leads thousands of cultivators to counterattack in the future, the disciples can be closer to Master and protect the way by killing demons!"
"You," Yang Jian raised her hand to help, and Zixia stood up involuntarily.
Ao Xinke also said: "Xia'er has a strong Taoist heart. If you go to the place where you try the sword, you will not be insulted by her husband. Why not let her go."
"Well, I will send you to try the sword as a teacher later," Yang Jian said with a smile, and Zixia suddenly jumped for joy.
"Sister-in-law, what about me?" Xiao Chan'er asked repeatedly.
"You?" Ao Xinke hugged Xiao Chan'er and walked to the round table. "First, eat honestly. Even if the husband is willing, I can't bear you to suffer."
Xiao Chan'er suddenly looked sad.
It just so happened that at the entrance of the main hall on the side, the shifting array lightly flickered, and two figures came together, Xiao Lan and Feng Wu, who had been busy dealing with the chaotic spirit family.
It's rare for a family to get together.
When the two women saw the salute, they called "husband" and "elder sister". Even if Xiao Chan'er was wronged, she could only greet the two sister-in-laws obediently.
A few people are seated, even if it is between husband and wife, at this time the topic can't get around the place of sword testing.
Xiao Lan asked first: "My husband, is this place to test the sword really so mysterious? Daluo will go in and become a quasi saint?"
"Joke, joke," Yang Jian suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly. "There is no such good thing in the world. The place to try the sword is to use the power of the Chaos Clock to change the flow of time and give them more opportunities to practice breakthroughs."
Feng Wu smiled and said, "It's just that, and it's enough to attract the cultivators. It's no wonder that there is so much noise."
Yang Jian said: "There are the avenues left by the saints, the medicines refined by the elders, and the opponents most suitable for their own battles. In such an environment, they are all made of materials. If you can't break through half a small realm, that's a miracle."
A few people suddenly nodded slightly, Zixia's eyes were full of expectation, while Xiao Chan'er lay on the side, secretly hurting herself at her Baolian lantern.
"By the way, Lan'er, Feng Wu, have you two been asked by your relatives and friends for this?" Yang Jian asked actively.
Xiao Lan and Feng Wu glanced at each other, and then sighed slightly, but nothing happened.
They didn't want to make Yang Jian embarrassed, and the Feng clan's bloodline was withered, and the Xiao family was not a big sect, and good talents were scarce, so they really couldn't speak to their husband for pleading.
"Fengshan has been practicing in retreat in recent years," Ao Xinke said, "If she wants to go in and improve her cultivation, her husband must not refuse."
Yang Jian smiled and nodded. Feng Shan is indeed a good candidate. The only pure-blooded Phoenix other than Que Fengwu, with this footstep alone, the place to try the sword cannot keep her out.
"Well, I won't talk about these things today, I have a taste of whether Xinke's craftsmanship has improved."
Several people chuckled and started drinking and serving food. Not long after they drank and blushed one by one, the five women gathered together and talked about the topic of their daughter's house. Yang Jian himself was quiet for a while.
After the family banquet, Yang Jian sent Zixia to the sage's courtyard, and Zixia, as the youngest saint in the world, was praised by Tianyan Daozi.
When Mirage Dragon saw Yang Jian's pro-disciple coming, he responded carefully. Even if he couldn't release water to Zixia, every time Zixia failed to pass the barrier, he wouldn't be too embarrassed or torn.
Yang Jian took leave from several saints and went back to stay together with the three wives.
Although Xiao Chan'er was depressed, she didn't disobey her brother's arrangement and went to Yao Ji to complain on her own.
The interior of the hall was quickly changed, the curtains were raised, the incense burner was lit, the dragon girl took a bath, and the phoenix girl curled her hair. Xiao Lan was even more bold. First, she pushed Yang Jian onto the bed and won the first place in the gathering.
In recent years, Yang Jian's burden has become heavier and heavier, and the pressure he has endured has increased, but he has rarely had the opportunity to reunite with Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan.
After finally getting such a chance, Hong Huang was defeated for a while, but he also preserved his vitality and actively prepared for a counterattack;
He has just returned from a battle with Xumo, and it will take a month for Master Yunxiao to recover, and then he will continue to'entangle' with Xumo.
Little don't win the newly-weds, it's easy to be glued like lacquer, and sleeping together is also a joy.
The three of them knew Yang Jian's hard work, and they were gentle and obedient to their husbands. They helped Yang Jian release the backlog of pressure and made it rare for Yang Jian to relax.
The bed curtain springs slowly, and the fairy chants softly.
Where to play flute, dance in the palm of your hand.
In this way, I spent ten and a half months ridiculous with the three ladies. The three of them were busy with everything, leaving a relatively leisurely Fengwu to sleep here, but Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan had to go back to host various places. Cumbersome.
I don't know what the three of them have discussed. Feng Wu seems to have made some determination. She, who had the thinnest skin among the three wives, took advantage of this opportunity to beg for love day and night.
When she was deep in love, she finally explained what she was thinking...
"Husband... can Feng Wu give birth to a son and a half for her husband..."
Yang Jian couldn't bear to reject the beauties, and he worked harder.
However, he seemed to have touched some restrictions after becoming a holy. Even if he worked hard, he still couldn't make Feng Wu fulfill his wish.
Every time a couple had sex, it was natural to feel whether they could be pregnant with them this time; after spending half a month alone with Fengwu, Yang Jian couldn't help but start to worry.
Could it be that he drank too much Coke in his last life?
Cough, kidding.
Perhaps it was because of his major in the physical body, he still couldn't control whether he could get his wife pregnant.
If you go to Laojun to ask for some elixir...this is really too shameful.
After he and Feng Wu explained in detail, Feng Wu hurriedly comforted her husband. It seemed that she was afraid that Yang Jian would leave a knot in his heart, and quickly urged that she was too low-minded.
Yang Jian really took this to heart.
When he finishes fighting the Xeon and the family stays away, he can't avoid the issue of heirs.
Find out the problem earlier, think of a solution earlier, and treat the illness if you are sick. Isn't he still afraid that this will not happen? It’s not that I can’t...
Calculating the time, Uncle Yunxiao should soon recover completely, and he will continue to compete with the Xeon again, delaying the opportunity for the other party to recover from his injuries.
Respectively ~EbookFREE.me~ Fengwu also let him ask for it without any degree, and finally barely accompany him...
When Yang Jian said that he was leaving, Feng Wu eagerly served Yang Jian to put on his clothes. After sending Yang Jian to leave the fairy palace, he also yawned tiredly, with a little smile on his mouth, and quickly fell asleep by the bed.
Let's say that Yang Jian had just left the fairy palace and was about to take the Taoist Capital City, but he saw a Taoist pacing outside the palace gate guarded by the spiritual masters.
Yang Jian hurriedly greeted him, "Uncle Huanglong? Why don't you call me when you are here? Please come in quickly."
"No, no, just see you," Huang Long smiled and winked at Yang Jian, "How am I embarrassed to interrupt you when you are with your wife. Cough, nephew, the place you made for the sword test seems pretty good... …"
"Uncle Uncle also accepts disciples?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
"That's not true." Huang Long looked at the sides and saw that there were some spiritual masters who didn't understand the language of the primordial race. His old face was still red. He approached Yang Jian and whispered, "Look, Uncle, I... Go in, eh, try the sword?"
Yang Jian: ...d