Chapter 784: Plausible old dreamer

　　 Ping Tian Jianzong, Fu Dongliu.
　　 The name is a bit strange, and there is a lot of light and shadow from this time; but when the man in the Taoist gown, who looks more than ten years younger, called out Yang Jian's name, Yang Jian's name appeared in his heart.
　　 Yang Jian looked at this Taoist priest, the other person's cultivation base was not pretty, but it was very good-looking.
　　 asked with some uncertainty: "Brother Fu?"
　　 The Taoist suddenly raised his head and laughed, "Really it is you! It really is you! Hahaha! See you again!"
　　 An old man frowned and scolded: "Dongliu, don't lose courtesy in front of the true gentleman of Erlang! Don't retreat!"
　　 "Yes, Master."
　　 Fu Dongliu blinked at Yang Jian, then lowered his head and took two steps back.
　　Yang Jian also laughed and said: "Everyone is busy, I'm waiting outside the hall. Brother Fu, if there is nothing wrong here, please leave the hall for a comment."
　　 "Okay, okay, uh... Lord Zhenjun, please."
　　 "Hahahaha!"
　　 Yang Jian laughed out of the hall, making all the old gods in the hall a little messy.
　　 For a time, eyes in the hall fell on Fu Dongliu, each of them was a little puzzled
　　 The elder who was standing in the corner just came back to his senses just now, and took his apprentice by the arm, "You know the true prince?"
　　 "Well, there was a relationship, but I didn't expect the true gentleman to remember me," Fu Dongliu shrank his neck, feeling that the eyes around him suddenly became a lot sharper, and he was speechless.
　　 Although his master is an elder, he is not named in the Kunyu Pavilion; although he is also a direct disciple, he is still silent on weekdays, and his cultivation level is not high, so not many people pay attention.
　　 But never thought, just now he couldn't help but shouted Yang Jian with excitement in his heart, and he and his master became ‘the targets of the public’.
　　 The master of Kunyu Pavilion hurriedly said: "How dare you let the true monarch wait outside?"
　　Fu Dongliu’s master jumped and scolded: "Hurry up! Your elm head, what are you waiting for here!"
　　 Fu Dongliu was also in a mess, and he gave a sad promise, and was thrown out of the hall by his master.
　　 Outside the hall, Yang Jian smiled and said, "Is there a good place to drink here?"
　　 "Yes, yes, I know that there is a valley with nice scenery," Fu Dongliu sorted out his robes, his face gradually became more vicissitudes, and he restored the appearance he had when he first met Yang Jian.
　　 Fu Dongliu sighed with a smile: "I play tenderly in the mountains all day, I am afraid that my cultivation level is not high and I will be laughed at."
　　 "Let's go, find a quiet place and talk again."
Fu Dongliu said, "Hey, wait, you still have an old knowledge in this hall. Back then, several sects merged into Kunyu Pavilion, and I became confused with her. We reminisce about the past, so why should we bring her? It is."
　　"Qingling is here too?" Yang Jian's eyes lit up suddenly, "Where? Why didn't I see it before?"
　　 "She hid behind when she appeared, and you can look over there."
　　 Fu Dongliu pointed his hand, Yang Jian looked over, and a group of figures quickly retreated, leaving only the woman standing in the corner.
　　 If the skin is warm and jade, Gu Pan is light.
　　 Wen Qingling.
　　 Yang Jian had met her in Luzhou in Beiju at the beginning. At this time, there was no change in his face, and his cultivation level was barely at the level of an immortal.
　　Yang Jian said: "You are all practicing in Kunyu Pavilion, why don't you send me a letter."
"You are a Yuxu disciple, nephew of the Jade Emperor, our two ordinary monks, don't mess with you." Fu Dongliu sighed softly, "Otherwise, I will be stimulated by you every day. The heart is going to be out of balance."
　　Fu Dongliu deliberately clicked Wen Qingling in the presence of the Kunyu Pavilion peak master elders, which should also be to let Wen Qingling get Yang Jian's attention.
　　 Wen Qingling has not spoken yet, and a middle-aged Taoist aunt is already pulling her to give a few words.
　　 Wen Qingling nodded lightly in response, bowed his head and made money, walked out of the hall, and bowed to Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian smiled and said, "Farewell to Beizhou, you and I will see you again."
　　 "Well, see you again," Wen Qingling pursed her lips lightly, her eyes a little complicated; Yang Jian could more or less understand what she was thinking in her heart, and did not say anything in a hurry.
　　Yang Jian said to the hall: "Take the two disciples of Guixianmen for half a day."
　　"True Monarch, please..." The pavilion master answered immediately.
　　 Yang Jian didn't say much, and Jiayun led the two flying out of the main peak, and according to Fu Dongliu's instructions, went to a remote valley.
　　 There is a grass reed in the valley, and there are a few medicine gardens around. Fu Dongliu said softly: "This is actually Qingling's usual residence. She is responsible for taking care of these herbs."
　　 Yang Jian frowned slightly, "You are not having a good time here? If so, why not let me go to Meishan, and I will find you the practice of cultivating immortals. No one will dare to deceive you."
　　 When the clouds fell, Wen Qingling looked at Fu Dongliu, and there was a begging in his eyes, begging him not to say anything.
However, Fu Dongliu seems to have done it deliberately today, pretending to have not seen it, and said with a serious face: "I am okay, my master has a temper with me. But it is a bit bad for those who live lightly, and there are no resources for cultivation. After death, the uncle who followed almost ignored her on weekdays, which really wasted her qualifications for longevity."
　　 Yang Jian heard about this, and looked at Wen Qingling a little more gentle.
　　 The little princess was really troubled after meeting him. Nowadays, Yang Jian can make her feel more comfortable with just one sentence, and Yang Jian will naturally not be stingy.
　　 "I'm actually quite comfortable here," Wen Qingling avoided Yang Jian's gaze and whispered in a low voice, "You guys stay here for a while, I'll clean up the room, there is a little mess in alchemy."
After 　　 said, he lowered his head and ran away, closed the wooden door, leaned on the wooden door and let out a long sigh of relief, biting his lip for a while.
　　 She didn't want Yang Jian to see her embarrassment.
　　 But at this time, she was just an ordinary heavenly immortal in Central China, and Yang Jian was already the sage beheader who stood at the apex of the wilderness.
　　 Such a gap made her feel a little sad.
　　 "True monarch, how do you feel light and agile?"
Yang Jian smiled and punched Fu Dongliu. Naturally, he didn't have the slightest strength. He said: "If I was interested in her, she would not be allowed to practice in Central China. I and him, you and me, are all good friends. It's no different."
　　 "You have three Taoists now, it doesn't matter if you have one more."
　　 Fu Dongliu slapped his lips.
"A love is a responsibility," Yang Jian said indifferently, "I have enough responsibility. The road ahead is long, life and death are unknown, and there is no more focus on the love of children. Brother Fu, Let’s talk about your experience over the years."
　　 Fu Dongliu sighed faintly: "It's nothing more than practice. I traveled all the way from Three Thousand Worlds to Central China. After I became an immortal, I worshipped the current master."
　　Yang Jian suddenly remembered that Xiao Lan, the second wife at home, and Fu Dongliu seemed to have the hatred of destroying the door...
　　 I have to ask Lan'er about this matter, so that she never mention that she has been to the great world.
　　 Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but remember that Xiao Lan seemed to have lost her memory in that great world, and she didn't know what happened.
Fu Dongliu sighed: "It's light, this girl is really too bitter. I followed two masters, and both masters suffered misfortunes, so that all the disciples in the door were squeezed out of her, saying that she had killed those two. Female cultivator."
　　Yang Jianlue was a little puzzled, "A person who seeks the truth in a cultivator will believe this absurd thing?"
"That's bad, isn't the cultivation way also paying attention to luck and fate?" Fu Dongliu said sternly, "I also asked my master for help. I asked a few seniors who can watch fortune telling to help her see her luck. Meager, but the destiny is the devil... it is really puzzling."
　　 Yang Jian was speechless for a while.
　　 "Wait later, you will help me persuade her a few words, I will take her to find some uncles to take a closer look."
　　 "Okay, don't forget these words." Fu Dongliu smiled, "You are now a great power in the world, and you have to talk about it."
　　 Yang Jian smiled helplessly, nodded and agreed.
　　 The two were putting their backs on their shoulders, and the wood door opened. Wen Wen, who put on a white dress and dressed up, walked out lightly.
　　 From the bottom of Fu Dongliu's heart, Wen Qingling has always been his junior, and has been obsessed with kendo during these years.
　　 Therefore, when Wen Qingling went out dressed wholeheartedly, Fu Dongliu didn't look at it much, instead he was observing Yang Jian's expression.
　　 There are already three ladies in Yang Jian’s family, how can I add another one to Yang Jian today...
But Fu Dongliu soon became a little puzzled~EbookFREE.me~ Yang Jian’s eyes were a bit blurred, but he was not obsessed, nor was he surprised; I want to come, Yang Jian can have today’s achievements, the firmness of Taoism is by no means comparable to himself , Why is there such a drunk look?
　　 Really like women so much?
　　 Wen Qingling was also stared at by Yang Jian a little stunned, her face blushed and she was a little at a loss.
Dressed up like this, and even took out her only fairy dress, in fact, just to make up for the identity gap between her and Yang Jian, I want to make myself more calm and confident, talk to Yang Jian, and be able to be normal with him Say a few more words.
　　 But what I didn’t expect was that Yang Jian would actually see himself like this...
　　 But Wen Qingling immediately realized that Yang Jian's state was a bit wrong, because Yang Jian's eyes gradually became a little apathetic.
　　 There was even a tear slipping slowly from the corner of his eyes...
　　Fu Dongliu was about to pat Yang Jian's arm when he was taken aback by this tear.
　　 They didn't even know. At this time, in Yang Jian's eyes, Wen Qingling's figure gradually blurred, and a beautiful but incomparably beautiful white shadow seemed to be looking at him with a smile.
　　 The vicissitudes of life remain unchanged, no regrets or regrets.
"is it you……"
　　 Yang Jian trembled and asked, shaking his heart.
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