Chapter 343: Jiang Shang is in Spring Again (Part 1)

Take a petal and two stamens of Enchanted Flower, seal it in a piece of jade, and make it into a pendant for the bunny girl to hang on her neck.
　　 The girl also fiddled with her soft long hair casually, her eyes mostly obedient and waiting.
　　The middle-aged Taoist who became Yang Jian said: "I'm here to let you do something. If this thing can be done, you may become a of immortality, and longevity is not impossible."
　　 This Rou'er was suddenly inexplicably excited, and prostrated repeatedly, "Thank you, God, thank you!"
　　Long life can avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, and live the same life with the world.
　　 This is the dream in the hearts of the vast majority of monks in the prehistoric cultivators, and this bunny girl is even more convinced of the talent of the man in front of her.
　　 Is it possible that one of the ancient powers in the rumors is the one who can easily control his parents?
　　Yang Jian said again: "Remember, you just need to do what I said, no more than half a step, this matter is self-achieving. Don't cause distracting thoughts and miss your life."
　　The rabbit spirit girl repeatedly agreed, kneeling down and listening to the middle-aged Taoist telling what she was going to do.
　　 The more I listened, the more relaxed the girl's heart became.
　　 Isn’t it just to catch a human man?
　　 There may be many people in the human race that value the so-called famous festival, but in the eyes of the Yao race, it is just a joke.
　　 This bunny girl is no longer a complete body at this time. After all, she has a painstaking practice and is always thinking about it. Her parents don't care about it.
　　 "I will send you to Nanzhou later, and you will claim to be a young widow, buy some domestic slaves first, and then go to Chaoge City to buy a family property, understand?"
　　 "Yes, please follow the instructions of the immortal."
　　 Yang Jian nodded, and raised his hand to the bunny girl. The bunny girl slowly closed her eyes and lay on the ground feebly.
　　 Looking at the demon girl, Yang Jian kept his hands behind his back, maintaining Shen Gongbao's appearance and aura, standing there and sighed slightly.
　　 I remember reading a sentence before-everyone grows up to become the kind of person they once hated.
　　 Yang Jian really had such an understanding.
　　 A lot of calculations, he originally wanted to fight all the way with his fist, but by this time, when he met Jiang Shang, who could not be killed directly, he had to move his mind a little, which was really ironic.
　　 That's all, I don't think much about it, I don't have enough strength, I can only make calculations.
　　 Putting away the bunny girl, Yang Jian regained his true body and left this gorge and headed towards the Xuanming tribe.
　　 He didn't really have any major issues, he just wandered around and paid respects to the Great Witch Festival to see the current situation of the Witch tribe.
　　Because of the dragon ball of the three-headed Bibo Jiao, and the continuous supply of earth energy from Meishan, the tribes have become more and more vibrant.
　　 The physique of the grown-up witches has obviously improved, and the newly-born witches have been sent to the secret place where the dragon ball was placed.
　　 In time, the Wu Clan may really get the chance to ZTE...
　　 Farewell to the Great Witch Festival, Yang Jian did not go directly to Nanzhou, but returned to Meishan.
　　 has not been home for a year and a half. I miss my beloved wife, mother, and younger sister.
　　 After entering the Meishan formation, he ignored his mother and the tryst lady, and went straight into the ground using the method of earth escape, carefully pondering the whole calculation he had set.
　　 Stayed under the ground for three days.
　　 Three days later, Yang Jian walked out of the hall left by Mei Kongmei and returned to Meishan Peak. First he went to visit his mother, and then summoned Meishan generals to inquire about the situation.
　　After finishing all these tasks, he returned to his residence...
　　 "Husband..."
　　 whispered softly, with perseverance and attachment.
　　 Yang Jian hasn't stopped his figure, a flower is in front of him, and a soft body is already in his arms.
　　 looked down, just when her eyes were facing each other, the dragon girl's cheeks were reddish, and she was softly moaning; Yang Jian lowered her head and hugged her into the attic.
　　 In the next instant, the entire attic was suddenly wrapped in aqua blue light film, but even with the quasi-sage means, it seemed that it couldn’t cover up the movement inside...
　　 A few hours later, Yang Jian and his wife sat hugging each other on the soft couch, all dressed in simple white clothes.
　　 "My husband is running and working, I can only serve my aunt at home, but I can't help much..."
　　 "What are you doing? It's just running around," Yang Jian sighed, held his wife, held back his heart, and explained the Nezha matter in detail.
　　 After all, she is Princess Dragon Palace, Ao Bing's sister-in-law, these things must be clarified so as not to leave a knot.
　　 Ao Xinke lightly sighed: "Although the eldest brother had an appointment with Uncle Taiyi, Ao Bing and that little Nezha really had a hard time."
　　 "Well," Yang Jian replied, looking at the sunset outside the window, the breeze blew away, and a little haze in his heart was blown away.
　　 Yang Jian brushed her hair with his fingers, and smiled: "Mother is full of praise for you, saying that you will go to greet you every day, and often make some tonics for her..."
"These are supposed to be done by my daughter-in-law, it's nothing." Ao Xinke said softly, and then looked a little bit grinning. "In the mysterious turtle belt of the husband, I have never broken the woman, so I can feel more at ease. ."
"Uh……"
　　 Yang Jian couldn't laugh or cry and looked at Ao Xinke.
　　 I have forgotten how, she is a quasi-saint cultivation base, and is also a real powerful combat power!
　　 The mysterious turtle belt leaves Yang Jian, and Yang Jian forgot to attach the mysterious energy before; she wanted to see the mysterious turtle belt, it couldn't be easier.
　　 This matter should not be told to her in detail, Yang Jian just said: "This is just a calculation, the lady must not take it seriously, I am very innocent."
　　 "I know it," Ao Xinke looked up at him, but couldn't help hiding in his arms, and whispered, "Is there any other woman's smell in your body? I know by smelling it."
"so smart?"
　　 Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, the beauty was in her arms, and she hadn't seen it for a year or a half, but how about half a day of joy?
　　 "Xin Ke, when I recently enlightened Dao, I had new insights into the great art of yin and yang, and got a few good postures. Why not study together?
　　 "Husband...this, this is too shameful..."
　　 "You and my husband, what are you afraid of?"
　　 "Well, husband..."
　　 Not long after, there were a few more mana bans in this Xiangge.
　　 Furong tents are warm, and the Spring Festival is slow.
　　 Yang Jian only stayed at home for two days, then quietly left Meishan; except that Ao Xinke knew that Yang Jian had left, everyone else should not have known it.
　　 After half a month, a team of chariots and horses came to Chaoge City. After entering the city, they also added a little more information for this huge city.
　　 Although Shang princes have occasionally made amazing deeds in recent years, Chaoge City is still the most prosperous place in Nanzhou secular world, and merchants all over the world flock to it.
　　 On the same day, the owner of this team bought a large mansion and bought a few more shops, which was very generous.
　　 Mortals are always good deeds. Soon in Chaoge City, an allusion of a business woman began to circulate, saying how she supported a huge family business after losing her husband, and how rich the enemy was at this time.
　　 These things naturally reached Jiang Shang, who was still in the market.
　　 Actually, Jiang Shang doesn’t want to know it, because the
legendary
woman’s clothing store is just opposite his little fortune-telling hall.
　　 This ready-to-wear shop specializes in women's clothing. The three-door large room is very busy.
　　 Jiang Shang watched how many young women come in and out on the opposite side every day, and thought of the fierce lady in the house, his heart became more and more bored, and he sighed softly: "Women just sit in the house and know the world and people's livelihood."
　　 As soon as the words fell, I heard the woman's words outside the door:
　　 "How is this fortune teller? If it is not good, it is better to buy this shop and renovate it, and I will open another rouge shop."
　　 Another woman replied: "Madam, there are few people coming to this fortune-telling booth, so let's go in and take a look."
　　 "Lead the way ahead."
　　 Hearing this, Jiang Shang couldn't help but straighten up, sit on the chair, set the flag and turtle shell, and looked out the door.
　　 At this look, Jiang Shang was taken aback.
　　 A woman walks in the sun, wearing a pink skirt and white jacket. She has a graceful body and a beautiful posture. The gold and silver jewelry is not glamorous on her body, on the contrary, her skin is fairer.
　　 She doesn't seem to be in her twenties, she is the most beautiful age of a woman, but she seems to be weak.
　　 Jiang Shang looked at her in a daze until she was supported by a maid and stepped over the threshold of the fortune-telling hall.
　　 The maid whispered: "You old Taoist priest, how dare you stare at my wife? How rude!"
　　 "Oh, yes," Jiang Shang finally recovered from being scolded, bowed his head and coughed twice, his old face was slightly red.
　　What's wrong with me today?
　　 He has been practicing Taoism for forty years at any rate, and he has more ambitious ambitions in his heart.
　　 Naturally, he can't see that the delicate woman who is being supported, in the clothes in front of her, the jade is shining lightly...
　　 "The Taoist chief," the noble lady said softly: "But fortune-telling?"
　　 "Naturally," Jiang Shang responded with a smile. When he looked up again, he thought he could be calm and composed, but he stared at the woman's face without thinking and unconsciously.
　　 The maid rolled her eyes, and the lady's red clouds flew all over her cheeks, "Dao Master, please don't be like this."
　　 Jiang Shang lowered his head again, secretly thinking in his heart that he wondered what happened to him today. ..
　　 Jiang Shang said: "Oh, I saw my wife with a beautiful face, but she was unpredictable, so she was a little gaffe."
　　 "What are you talking nonsense, fortune teller!"
　　 "Qing'er, don't be rude!" The lady frowned and glanced at the maid. She never thought that the maid also had a temper. She turned her head and walked out of the fortune-telling hall, standing at the door sulking.
　　 Jiang Shang smiled unfathomably, and looked away from the noble lady, and said, "This lady, come here to ask for a divination?"
　　 "If the Taoist master is really accurate, will he not guess it?"
　　 Jiang Shang chuckled, he couldn't say that he had the Dao Fa, his ears and eyes were so clever, he had heard what they said outside the door.
　　 "If I expected it to be right, you are the owner of the shop opposite."
"It's me," the noble lady said with a chuckle, "I never thought that the Taoist master...oh, no, I never thought that my husband really has such a skill. I never showed up in the shops everywhere, and I could see me at a glance. "
　　 Jiang Shang smiled and said: "There are dozens of cold and heat when you are not a talented person, and you still have this skill."
　　 "Oh?" This noble lady was a little surprised, with a little breath coming out of her body, but the ethereal and pure fairy aura ~EbookFREE.me~ This is a coincidence, and I have also learned some Taoism. My husband doesn't look at me like this, but in fact, he is quite young. "
　　 Jiang Shang looked at the woman in front of him with a little surprise, and after looking carefully, he fell into it unconsciously.
　　‘What’s wrong with myself today? ’
　　 Jiang Shang read a scripture in his heart, and finally calmed down; and the jade pendant on the lady's neck no longer shone brightly.
　　 Jiang Shang smiled and said, "In that case, we should call each other fellow daoists."
　　 "It doesn't have to be this way. Although I have been practicing for many years, I have never forgotten to be immortal and have dark wounds, and my life span is short. I just want to be a mortal, so I marry a rich businessman and enjoy a few years of wealth."
　　 "That's it..." Jiang Shang nodded and deliberately let out his own aura. He felt that this woman and himself were also sympathetic to each other, and he immediately put down most of his guard.
　　 Jiang Shangfu must smile and said, "In that case, it's better to call your name directly. My name is Jiang Shang and I don't have a Dao name."
　　 This noble lady smiled softly, "If Mr. Jiang doesn't dislike it, just call me softly."
　　 "This is not so good..." Jiang Shang hesitated.
　　 "It's just the title, and it's just what others call it," Rou'er sighed softly, "Mister is so hesitant, but he is still fettered by the world, and I haven't seen it through."
　　 "Rou, Rou'er...cough, let me figure it out for you, how about?"
"Ok."
　　 The two looked at each other, and the jade card in Rou'er's arms flashed lightly. Jiang Shang unconsciously smiled, his eyes softened.
　　 Both of them have low cultivation bases. I don't know that there are dozens of divine consciousness at this time, and they are exploring this small fortune-telling hall over and over again...