Chapter 130: The origin of sharp gun

‘This matter is still rotten in my heart. ’
Yang Jian hesitated for a while and made up his mind, not to tell Chu Qian about Fairy Yunhua in the past and Yao Ji today.
After picking up her mother, Chu Qian should be able to recognize it by herself, so she was more direct than others told her.
After a few words of crying Yang Xiaochan, Yang Xiaochan recovered her calm as soon as she vented. After all, she did not dare to get too close to her brother in front of her sister-in-law.
"Brother, do you always think I'm prone to trouble? I don't know the depth of what I do and can't help you?" Yang Xiaochan asked him, sniffing.
Although Yang Jian wanted to praise her for her self-knowledge very much, he could only chuckle her long hair and said: "It's not that you are cumbersome, but as long as I take you with me, I can't fight the enemy with all my heart. Distracted me."
Yang Xiaochan blinked, then pursed his lips and chuckled twice, as if eating candied fruit.
Yang Xiaochan, who was finished in one sentence, looked at Ao Xinke, gave his brother a little softly, and whispered: "Why don't you talk to your future wife?"
"You girl," Yang Jian wanted to reprimand, but he didn't know what to say to her.
When Chu Qian went forward to see the salute, Yang Xiaochan took Chu Qian and said that she was going to read a book in the hall, leaving it to Yang Jian and Ao Xinke to be alone.
Yang Jian doesn't feel ashamed, and he has gone through life and death a few times. How can his children's love make him short of breath?
Ao Xinke's state of mind was not bad either. Although she hit Yang Jian by mistake and made her chest like a deer, she quickly recovered.
She walked two steps forward and bowed to Yang Jian. Yang Jian, who wanted to be casual in front of her, had to bow his hand to the court, and she was led to sit down by the only chair.
"Do you live here on weekdays?" Yang Jian looked at the simple arrangements around him, but he was a little worried.
If she likes to read, where can she get such a vast scroll?
Ao Xinke pursed her mouth, exhaled softly, and said softly: "Um... you, have, have you... been injured?"
"It's all right," Yang Jian patted his chest, watched her sitting beside him, and pointed to the bed next to him. She sat down with a blushing face, with a very dignified posture, but rather restrained in her own Xiangge.
Yang Jian wanted to find a topic to talk to, but Ao Xinke couldn't talk, so he always had to say more.
In fact, there are not so many topics that can be said to make women happy. Yang Jian is not good at this, but simply talks about his experience of going out.
Those two inscriptions have naturally been circulated in the Dragon Palace a long time ago, and Ao Xinke was the first to read the Tao Mo inscriptions and the saints' inscriptions, knowing that Yang Jian had gone through a life of nine deaths abroad, and it was not easy.
But to her surprise, she did not see any fatigue in Yang Jian; when listening to Yang Jian, she did not hear any complaints or indignation from Yang Jian...
Ao Xinke secretly admired Yang Jian and didn't dare to underestimate Yang Jian.
While talking, Yang Jian talked about the incident when he had just returned to the Dragon Palace, talked about the'fourth brother' of Ao Xinke, and took out the tipless spear.
In ancient times, the dragon and phoenix clan fought to the end, the wild land collapsed, and the whole world rioted.
The surviving masters of the Feng clan attacked the land of the Dragon clan and smashed all the blood of the ancestral dragon that had not been broken. Only a few survived, and Ao Xinke was one of them.
It was Ao Guang's fourth brother, the fourth son of Zulong, who guarded the land of the dragon.
He was also the strongest of the dragon sons of Ancestral Dragon, but unfortunately, because of a sneak attack by a Feng clan master, he was seriously injured and died soon.
The four sons of Zulong saw that the land was slaughtered by the Feng clan, and they hated the Feng clan very much. After the dragon clan was stationed in the world, he did not think of healing, but began to forge a magic weapon.
The four sons of Zulong made an oath of heaven to kill the last person of the Feng clan. They devoted all their efforts to that magic soldier, and took all the geniuses and treasures to condense the gun.
Even at the expense of his clan life, he secretly stole the only open sky stone in the Dragon Palace treasure house and wanted to sharpen the tip of the gun.
The so-called Kaitian Stone is not small in origin. It is the ‘stubborn stone’ that was not destroyed when the Great God Pangu opened the sky and the earth. It was conceived in the chaos, and there were only a few pieces between the heaven and the earth.
However, the fourth son of Zulong discovered that the open sky stone could not be polished even though it was powerful. In the end, thinking hard, there was still no way to do it, but he was injured by the open sky stone and aggravated the injury.
Perhaps the hatred for the Feng Clan has reached its extreme. The four sons of Ancestral Dragon finally figured out a way to melt the open sky stone by soaking them with their own essence and blood.
The four sons of Zulong were really crazy. They went into the deep sea without telling the clansmen, and stuffed the open sky stone a little bit into his chest, and then tried all their tyrannical cultivation skills to slowly melt the open sky stone.
How overbearing to open the sky stone? That is the spiritual thing that hasn't broken under the Pangu Axe!
The four sons of Zulong were even more seriously injured at the time. As soon as the open sky stone entered the body, his own essence and blood were like opening a gate to discharge flood, and was directly sucked away by the open sky stone...
In amazement, the four Ancestral Dragons were extremely decisive. They didn't stop doing two things. They also incorporated the gun body into his body, trying to make the two become one in his body!
The dragon body transforms into a spiritual stone, and the blood is used to forge a magic weapon!
"Most, in the end... is it done?" Ao Xinke asked in a low voice.
It was her fourth brother with the same father and mother, who was forcibly refining to open the sky stone with a severely wounded body, and used a dragon body to produce a magic weapon. If it fails, it is truly miserable.
"That's it."
Yang Jian took out the tipless gun and rubbed it gently in his hand, but he didn't seem to feel the weight of the tipless gun.
Ao Xinke next to him curiously leaned over, Yang Jian handed her the spear, and Ao Xinke picked it up with both hands. One was unstable and almost fell forward with the gun body.
Yang Jian's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he held her in a hand and held the magic weapon in his hands.
Ao Xinke and Yang Jian's eyes were facing each other, and the breath of the two could detect each other.
Her face was flushed and she subconsciously wanted to break free; Yang Jian didn't let go, but slowly helped her up and said softly: "Be careful, this gun is very heavy."
"Um...Um!" Ao Xinke nodded slightly, and for a while, she heard the drumbeat of ‘boom, boom’ again, and did not know where it came from.
After Yang Jian released the big hand holding her wrist, he calmed down and asked quickly, "Where is the tip of the gun?"
"Look," Yang Jian drank the tea in the porcelain cup, and moved the teacup close to the tip of the tipless gun, one foot away from the end of the spear, and lightly swiped it.
That porcelain cup was split into two!
The incision is extremely smooth, no cracks can be seen!
"Yes, yes?" Ao Xinke said in surprise, she wanted to reach out, but didn't dare.
"Not yet," Yang Jian sighed and rubbed the body of the tipless gun. The long spear vibrated lightly, penetrated into Yang Jian's palm, and attached to Yang Jian's left arm.
Yang Jian said: "At the last moment, the dragon master found the fourth son of Zulong and rescued his dragon soul with great magical powers."
Ao Xinke's face was dark, and she whispered: "Four or four brothers, presumably...hate..."
"Well, he is anxious and regretful. This gun only lacks his dragon soul, and he can also be born as a spear. This is also a helpless thing. Perhaps this soldier cannot be born." Yang Jian said with a lot of emotion. .
The four sons of Ancestral Dragon fell short in the final refining, and the dragon soul was sent back to the clan for cultivation, but due to the exhaustion of the dragon's vitality, the dragon finally fell into depression.
The dragon master who saved him regretted it too late. It was out of kindness, and he couldn't say anything.
And this tipless spear was also placed in the Dragon Clan's treasure house, and it was useless until it was held by Yang Jian.
The material of this gun is extremely precious, and countless years have passed, and his own spirituality has also been born. It's just that the open sky stone, which should have been the tip of the gun, melted into the gun body, only the sharp meaning remained, and there was no entity.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, install... another, another, sharp?"
Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, patted the arm of the hidden gun, and said: "The tip of the gun is on the gun, but you can't see it. If there is a chance to meet the saint in the future, I will ask the saint to take action. "
Ao Xinke's eyes lit up and immediately nodded in approval.
What a dragon master cannot do, I am afraid that only six saints can do it.
Yang Jian is a three-generation disciple of Yuxu Palace, and now he is famous in the prehistoric times. He is about to be almost unknown to everyone. It is not difficult to meet the saint.
This gun fell into Yang Jian's hands, and it was bound to shine in the future, perhaps to complement itself and reveal its true shape.
"Four, four brothers...Will, last wish, please, please, you."
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded, glanced at Yang Xiaochan and Chu Qian who didn't want to come back, and had to continue to find something interesting and tell her.
Ao Xinke sat there like a bright moon in the sky, listening quietly, and her gaze at Yang Jian became more gentle unconsciously.
Yang Jian could also feel her heart, and there was a gentle tone in her words.
Although the two of them were matched by the Dragon Palace, they were not married because of love, but their impressions of each other were not bad ~EbookFREE.me~ but because of a marriage letter, they wanted to treat each other well, and gradually gave birth to a good impression.
Yang Xiaochan and Chu Qian secretly hid beside a bookshelf, stepped on the ladder, and looked here in the gap.
"Sister Qian, do you think they will..."
"what?"
Yang Xiaochan lowered his voice and asked, "Just do husband and wife affairs in broad daylight?"
Chu Qian didn't catch her breath, and coughed while covering her mouth.
She was originally the Jade Bone Qin Demon, who occupied the mountain as the king for tens of thousands of years.
"What is a matter of husband and wife?" Chu Qian asked softly.
Yang Xiaochan blinked: "Sister Tinglan said, "I just lie on a bed to sleep? Many Taoists do this too, saying that they can communicate between Yin and Yang, linking the world..."
"When you get older, I will take you to the world and you will understand everything. Don't talk nonsense at this time."
Chu Qian warned a few words softly, then smiled and trembled.
In the hall full of books, the spring was bright because of her smile a little bit more, and because of the soft wind and drizzle in the corner.
Yang Xiaochan blinked, isn't this right?
...
Dongsheng Shenzhou, in a jungle near the sea, more than a dozen figures came from everywhere, covering their breath, and fell into the white mist in the forest.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the group of people, suddenly turned around, dancing in a robe, but wearing a very simple white mask on his face, only showing a pair of narrow eyes.
Behind the mask came a voice that was neither male nor female, nor thin:
"From the East China Sea Dragon Palace to Zhong Shenzhou, this is the nearest road, and listen to my news, when Yang Jian leaves the Dragon Palace, he will lead the guy with a bad brain to this place!"
"Respect the ancestors!"
More than a dozen figures responded at the same time, and when they looked up again, the figure with the mask had disappeared.