The woman in front of him was very beautiful, so beautiful that it shocked Yang Jiong. She was sitting so quietly, but there was a tranquility like a distant mountain and a clear spirit like the sky around her. Her figure was like jade, and her body was elegant.
The beauty of the country and the city is no longer enough to describe her beauty.
Yang Jiong thought of Yao Ruolan. With her physical beauty, among all the women he knew, Yao Ruolan deservedly ranked first. When he saw this woman, her figure was comparable to Yao Ruolan. Yao Ruolan was inferior in appearance, although it was already the time of separation.
Her beauty first appeared, but it was not as beautiful as the beauty of the woman in front of her.
The woman took a few steps forward, approached Yang Jiong, and said angrily: "You! You are always taking such risks. Asparagus grass will burn your mind. In the hundreds of thousands of years in Nanming Continent, I have never heard of anyone using it.
Asparagus grass is used for body refining. What year did you use this time?"
The tone was familiar, but the voice as clear as a silver bell was very unfamiliar. Yang Jiong smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, fellow Taoist, who are you?"
The woman chuckled and said, "Me! Who do you think I am?" The breeze blew by, and the veil moved slightly, revealing a snow-white chin and a slender neck as if carved from white jade.
Yao Ruolan's voice was waxy and soft, and it was not the voice of Weiwei or Wang Qiong.
A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Jiong's mind, could this woman be his master "Xue Ru"? That's right, for more than ten years, he has never asked whether the master is a man or a woman. Who can tell from the skinny skeleton?
men and women?
Under the veil, the woman's eyes have pruned pupils, long eyelashes curved upward, Qiong Yao's small nose is strong, and her red lips are slightly open. Yang Jiong has seen countless beauties in his life, and there is no doubt that this woman is the most beautiful. Even Zhao Wei
Wei, Wang Qiong, and his former wife Zhao Xiangyi cannot be compared.
Yang Jiong looked at her like a fool, and the woman was not angry. She chuckled and suddenly removed the veil from her face. Her eyes turned into crescent moons: "I'll let you see as much as you want, so as not to say that the master is stingy in the future."
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Yang Jiong said in a daze: "Master? My master is a man, how can he be a woman?"
Xueru said angrily: "Who told you that I am a man? The elf royal family chooses elf emperors and only chooses women to be emperors, and men can only be moon gods."
Yang Jiong swallowed hard: "Master, you are so beautiful!"
"How beautiful?"
"I never thought in my life that there would be such a beautiful woman in the world, it's beyond my imagination."
It is always a good thing to be praised by others. Xueru smiled like a flower and said: "This is my original appearance. As long as I have the spirit stone, I can restore it very quickly. If you want to restore your appearance, we are afraid that we will have to go to Dongying Continent."
Yang Jiong originally wanted to give his master a surprise, but the master gave him a big surprise. He said helplessly: "Senior Lingju said that when the erysipelas is removed, the appearance can be restored. Now that the toxins of the 'All Gods Peeling Pill' have been removed, the appearance has not changed."
It’s still the same as before. I don’t know exactly why.”
"That's fine. How can a man rely on his face to make a living? It's better to be ugly, so as not to mess around with women outside every day." Xueru's tone of voice was like a wife lecturing her husband, and it made Yang Jiong's heart tremble.
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Yang Jiong is not a saint, nor is he a stubborn, ignorant nerd. He likes beauties, and he has never thought about marrying just one wife. Whether it is the Red Moon Continent or the world of cultivation, there is no such thing as monogamy. Beauty is like a flower.
, when picking, don’t be soft-hearted, otherwise others will pick it if you don’t pick it.
Xueru looked at Yang Jiong's appearance and asked with a smile: "Do you think what I said makes sense?"
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You are right, a handsome man should not rely on his face to make a living. I think ugly men are more reliable, for example, I am much more reliable now." Brother Zhu nodded vigorously in agreement.
Xueru almost laughed, but managed to stop laughing and said, "Can you come with me to the Kingdom of Freedom?" Her eyes were full of expectation.
Yang Jiong nodded in agreement almost without thinking. How could he have the heart to refuse a beautiful woman's invitation? How could he be willing to refuse? The Creator is so miraculous that no one in the world can refuse such beauty. He already admired Xueru in his heart.
In fact, Yang Jiong didn't know that he also had an inexplicable attraction to the opposite sex, but he never thought about it. He used to be tall and handsome, so it made sense for women to like him. Now he looks like a ghost, and Yang
Dan, Wang Qiong and Weiwei still have a soft spot for him.
Yang Jiong used the parting hook, and it was as fast as lightning. Xueru was surprised: "What kind of treasure is this, so fast?"
"This is a top-quality spiritual treasure. I heard from Senior Lingju that the only thing that can restrain the parting hook is a divine weapon." The master is a great beauty, but this generation cannot mess with it. Yang Jiong is still regarded as a master.
Xueru reached out and touched the parting hook blade, her eyes filled with envy.
Yang Jiong took out a three-foot long sword with a cold light, and said politely: "Master, I will give you a sharp weapon for self-defense. I wish the master a happy day!"
Xueru asked: "Why don't you give me that knife?"
Yang Jiong said boldly: "Okay, wait until I wash away the spiritual thoughts on the parting hook. As long as the master likes it."
Xueru pointed at Yang Jiong's forehead and said slightly angrily: "Idiot, I am a woman and I am not suitable to use a knife. And the name of this knife is so unpleasant, 'Farewell Hook', do you want to say goodbye to me?" She reached out and took it.
With a three-foot green blade, he successfully refined the flying sword in just a few breaths.
She jumped onto the sword and flew side by side with Yang Jiong. Her clothes were fluttering and swaying, and she was indescribably beautiful.
A big hole was opened in Yang Jiong's heart, and then this figure got in. He will never forget this figure again in his life.
Xueru has been practicing the "Ten Thousand Phases of Life Sutra" for more than a thousand years, and naturally has a better grasp of it than Yang Jiong. The two flew side by side, and Xueru commanded the middle-grade spiritual weapons with ease with her spiritual thoughts.
After a while, she finally realized something was wrong and asked in surprise: "Yang Jiong, what kind of flying sword is this? It's so fast!"
Yang Jiong said proudly: "This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. Tu Gang once had one, but I have destroyed it. Now you are the only one in the whole continent."
Xueru suddenly sheathed her flying sword, jumped onto the parting hook, and said lazily: "It's too tiring to fly by myself. It's much easier to do things with an apprentice. You can fly with me!" She leaned against Yang softly.
Beside Jiong.
Time passed quietly, Xueru half-closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and gradually approached Yang Jiong's shoulder. Yang Jiong's heart was racing, and he finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hug Xueru's waist.
"Once a teacher, always a father. If I remember correctly, you already regard me as your father." Xueru's long eyelashes trembled.
Yang Jiong retracted his hand in embarrassment and argued: "At that time, I thought the master was a man and that's why I said that. Now that the master is a woman, that oath is no longer valid."
Xueru opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Then consider me your mother. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a mother."
"No, definitely not."
"Why not?"
"Because, because... I like you
!" Yang Jiong shouted loudly when Xueru excited him.
"But, I am your master, and you want to commit a serious crime?"
"Who stipulates that apprentices cannot like their master? Even if there is such a rule, I will break it."
"Well, the elves don't have this rule." Xueru said with a sly smile.
The hint was so obvious that Yang Jiong bravely stretched out his hand and hugged Xueru's waist. Xueru shook but did not resist. The slight blush on her face revealed the joy and happiness in her heart.
Although there are not many examples of masters and apprentices getting married, there are still many. The elves value relationships and advocate growing old together and relying on each other for life and death. There are no restrictions on whether the relationship is a master-apprentice relationship.
In fact, from the moment Yang Jiong entered the Hall of the Sleepy God, Xueru felt that the most important person in her life, the person she most hoped to meet, had arrived. In the subsequent interactions, Xueru became more and more dependent on Yang Jiong, looking forward to Shimen every day.
, looking forward to his arrival.
With a gentle hug, the two of them understood their feelings, and they were both secretly in love. When Yang Jiong liked it, he quietly slowed down, hoping that the time would be longer. He could place his hands more on the soft waist.
time.
Xueru did not reveal Yang Jiong's little thoughts, and started to rest lightly on Yang Jiong's shoulder. After being trapped for nine hundred years, she finally saw the light of day. She was really tired and wanted to take a good rest on the shoulder of the man she liked.
The Kingdom of Freedom finally arrived. When the monks from the three sects and two religions attacked, they did not kill on the outside, but flew directly to Central Continent. Looking at the familiar city below and the endless flow of people, Xueru shed tears.
The outside of the city wall of Zhongzhou has been cleared, and hundreds of foundation-building elves are standing on top of the wall with serious expressions.
As soon as Yang Jiong approached the city wall, the elf monks knelt down and saluted: "Welcome to the patron saint, Senior Yang Jiong."
"Do the elves recognize you as their patron saint?" Xueru's beautiful eyes widened.
"Actually, I did them a small favor. Hehe, I don't deserve the title of patron saint."
At the gate of the palace, the elves on duty saw Yang Jiong and Xueru arriving. One of them stepped forward to greet them, while the other hurriedly entered the palace to report. In more than ten breaths, the palace door opened wide, and Xuelin, Xuexuan, Erhu and others filed out.
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When Xuexuan saw Xueru, his body suddenly swayed and his lips trembled. Xueru quickly rushed up and threw herself into Xuexuan's arms, called "Father" and burst into tears.
Xuexuan patted Xueru on the back and said: "For nine hundred years, I have been looking forward to your return every day. Every day I spend my time in regret. I hope you don't blame me."
Xueru raised her head and said, "I did blame and hate my father before. But then I figured it out. If my father didn't break through to the realm of mortal gods, and without your protection, the elves would suffer countless harms from Tu Gang. Then
This is the critical moment for your breakthrough. If you come to save me, all your efforts will be in vain."
After Xue Xuan comforted Xueru, he noticed that Yang Jiong had been standing beside him in a polite manner. Yang Jiong was the patron saint of the elves. He did not dare to neglect. He saluted Yang Jiong and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang, for rescuing my little girl."
Xuexuan turned out to be Xueru's father. Yang Jiong didn't recover for a while and responded casually: "Brother Xue, you don't have to be polite. It is natural for a disciple to save his master, and it is also the disciple's responsibility."
Xueru's beautiful eyes swept over Yang Jiong: "What do you call my father?"
"He calls me brother, and I call him big brother!"
Xueru's eyes widened and she puffed up her cheeks.