The sudden drink from Lord Chang Ye contained the pressure of Lord Nascent Soul, which immediately startled the middle-aged man.
"Father..." The middle-aged man's expression changed and he quickly lowered his head.
"Tell me, do you know Junior Nephew Yang? Are you so guilty, did you have some previous quarrel with Junior Nephew Yang?" Lord Nagaya glanced at him, his face was extremely serious, and his voice became darker.
"Father, I really don't know Junior Brother Yang." The middle-aged man groaned in his heart, swallowed quietly, and pretended to be calm.
"In front of me, do you still dare to lie?" Nagaya Shin-kun said with an angry look on his face, "My father told you not to tell you to annoy you, but to help you, and you still
Are you secretive in front of me?"
"Father..." The middle-aged man looked up, looking hesitant.
"Say!" Lord Nagaya said coldly.
The middle-aged man breathed out, glanced at Nagaya Shin-kun with a guilty look, and then uneasily recounted all the incidents of robbing the beast fire in the past.
The more Nagaya Shin-kun listened, the darker his face became, and his brows raised angrily from time to time.
The middle-aged man was filled with anxiety, his expression flashed, and he hurriedly lowered his voice and added: "Father, I changed my appearance that day. He was only in the Qi training realm, so he would never recognize me."
"Can't you recognize you?" Lord Nagaya glared at him angrily, "Are you so sure that Junior Nephew Yang can't recognize you? How can such a genius who has been lucky enough to be lucky enough to judge based on common sense?"
"At this point, you are still taking chances? You don't want to face the problem head-on, but you still want to avoid it!"
"You said you were just taking fire from humans and animals, but you actually left others down there to fend for themselves. At best, you're taking people's opportunities, and at worst, you're seeking money and life."
"Your way of doing things is too bad. You don't know how to leave three points of room for maneuver. This kind of behavior is prone to disaster."
Lord Nagaya sighed, "On the journey of cultivating immortality, the winds and clouds are constantly changing, and the circumstances in life are unpredictable. Many revenges start by taking away opportunities from others."
"My father has taught you a long time ago that you should strive for moderation. We will not take opportunities that are not yours, and we will not accept opportunities that cannot be exchanged."
"Don't rely on your cultivation to bully the weak. When you walk in the world, you should have good intentions. You can avoid disasters for yourself and your family. Have you forgotten the family motto of our elders?"
"I have had a clear conscience and acted openly all my life. How could I have a son like you who does things recklessly?"
Lord Nagaya was angry and puzzled. He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with his eyes lowered and his head lowered, and suddenly shot a tiny sword finger towards his arm.
A drop of blood suddenly splashed out, and he took it into his palm.
"Father, what are you doing?" The middle-aged man was surprised.
Lord Nagaya didn't care about him, but pricked his fingertip, and a drop of blood came out.
Then he used a magic trick to make the two drops of blood blend in the air. The moment they merged, strange intertwined lines appeared on the surface of the blood.
"It's my seed, why don't you follow me at all?" Lord Nagaya looked at the mixed blood and said with a half frown.
"..." The middle-aged man was stunned.
"Let's go, follow me to Kendo Peak to make amends. I hope Junior Nephew Yang can forgive you." Lord Nagaya suddenly raised his head and said.
"Father, is this really necessary?" The middle-aged man looked quite reluctant.
"Yes!" Lord Chang Ye glanced at him and said sternly, "Master Nephew Yang's comprehension talent is comparable to that of a spirit body, and is not even weaker than an ordinary holy body. Like Chang Xiao, he has a 80% chance of being able to
Staying in Daozong forever, do you know what this means?"
"It means that Junior Nephew Yang has a bright future, and it means that he will bring a lot of cultivation resources to the sect, which you may use in the future."
"I'm taking you to make amends today. Firstly, I want to get rid of the grudge in Junior Nephew Yang's heart. Secondly, as an old father, I want to put my mind at ease." Lord Nagaya let out a long sigh, his expression becoming haggard.
The middle-aged man suddenly felt guilty and said, "Father, do we need to prepare any apology?"
"Go and get the Sifang Zunlong Cauldron and the Muchen Bead of Hundred Things." Lord Nagaya said.
"Isn't this too expensive?" the middle-aged man hesitated.
Lord Nagaya's expression was stagnant, and he pointed at him and said angrily: "You are so short-sighted, why don't you follow me at all? What is the status of Junior Nephew Yang now? Is there anything you want from the Quasi-Refining Seed?
It’s hard to decide whether they will accept your apology or not.”
"Go quickly, why are you still standing there?"
"oh."
"Wait!" Lord Nagaya frowned and suddenly stopped him, "This is too tacky. Go and bring the fairy tea, and we'll go get the tea."
"When we go to Kendo Peak later, remember to be smart."
"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.
"By the way, father, do you want me to change back to my original appearance later?"
"Are you stupid? What if...what if Junior Nephew Yang really doesn't recognize you? If you change into your original appearance, wouldn't you have exposed yourself?"
"My father is still very experienced in dealing with things." The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for himself.
"Speak less and do more later, and be smarter!"
"Okay, Father!"
Two streams of light flew out from Chang Dao Peak and headed straight towards Sword Dao Peak.
...
Kendo Peak, inside the Sword Pavilion.
Jian Yuanzi and Chang Yezhenjun were sitting opposite each other, while Yang Ji was sitting next to Jian Yuanzi.
"Senior Brother Changye, what brought you here?" Jian Yuanzi said with a warm smile.
While making tea, Lord Nagaya smiled and said: "I have a fairy tea from the Immortal Continent here. After drinking it, in addition to increasing your cultivation, it can also refresh your mind and free your mind. No, Yang
My nephew has worked hard to learn the art of swordsmanship every day, so I will send you some."
"Oh, Fairy Spirit Tea, I have heard about it before. I heard that it has effects similar to the Enlightenment Pill. This is a good tea. Disciple, why don't you thank your parents and uncle?" Jian Yuanzi said with a smile.
"Thank you, uncle! Uncle, let me make tea. Why bother you? Just sit down, uncle." Yang Ji stood up and said.
"There are a lot of details involved in making fairy tea. My nephew has never been exposed to it. I'm afraid he won't be able to cook it well. Just let me do it. No problem." Nagaya Shin-kun said with a slight smile.
Yang Ji took a quick look and saw that there were indeed many techniques, so he nodded.
Then, he turned his eyes to the middle-aged man standing next to Lord Nagaya.
Although this person's appearance has changed, Yang Ji clearly remembers the look in his eyes. Who else could he be if he wasn't Zheng Changlin?
Yang Ji noticed him the moment he came in. He looked a little strange at the moment and didn't know which play they were playing.
Seeing Yang Ji's appraising eyes, Lord Changye glanced at the person beside him and said with a smile: "This is my son Changyuan, the eldest in the family."
"Oh? It turns out to be Senior Brother Chang Yuan, please sit down quickly!" Yang Ji stood up and smiled as he tried to make Chang Yuan sit down.
However, Chang Ye Zhenjun shook his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother Jianyuan and I are the ancestors of Yuanying, and my nephew is the refining void seed. Chang Yuan is not worthy to sit down at such a tea party. I called him here today just to pour tea.
After all, there is something special about pouring tea."
Yang Ji paused slightly and saw "apology" appearing above the two people's heads, and he probably knew the reason.