Chapter 422 Indus Forest

Ao Xinke's voice was not high, but there was an imposing manner that people could not refute. Yuelao nodded immediately, and took out a pair of red scissors.

Do all the evil.

"Mother, little sister, I'm a little tired," Ao Xinke bowed her head, "Go back and rest first."

"I have wronged you..."

"Well," Ao Xinke pursed her lips, turned and left.

Taibai Jinxing shook her head and clicked her tongue in amazement, even a woman with a high level of cultivation and temperament would not want to share a husband with other women.

With three clicks, Yuelao raised the scissors and dropped them, and the three red strings were cut off directly, turning into little red lights, and quietly disappeared.

"That's why I came here today," Taibai Jinxing got up and said, "I came here today because of Erlang Zhenjun's marriage; the matter is over, I will leave now."

"Thank you Xingjun for caring about my son," Yao Ji got up and saluted, and couldn't help but ask, "Does Xingjun know when my son will return?"

"It can be half a month late, or a few days short, your Highness can rest assured."

There was something in Taibai Jinxing's heart that he didn't say out——

Judging from the strength revealed by Master Yuding before and the performance of protecting the calf in every possible way on weekdays, whoever dares to really kill Zhenjun Erlang, wouldn't it be an endless hatred with a big man whose cultivation level is infinitely close to that of a saint?

If Kong Xuan was a solo traveler, he wouldn't have to worry about it; but Kong Xuan is still a post-Feng family, and in recent years he has been busy working on matters related to the Feng family, so of course he has concerns.

Of course, it is also true that the Jade Emperor ordered Xiansi to deduce Yang Jian's fate. Although there are not many deduced things, it can be concluded that Yang Jian's life was not in danger when he was taken away by Kong Xuan this time.

Then again, Yang Jian is now in charge of the Conferred Gods, the battle of Conferred Gods has begun, and the Dao of Heaven will not let Yang Jian stay outside for too long.

"The catastrophe of the Conferred Gods is upon us. The heavenly court officials are responsible for their own duties, so they are not allowed to come to Nanzhou," Taibai Jinxing said with a smile, "I'll leave now, so as not to miss the true king's luck."

Yaoji hurriedly asked people to prepare some presents, but Taibai Jinxing repeatedly refused, and left the banquet hall with Yuelao, and flew away on the cloud to Jiutian.

Yang Xiaochan asked in a low voice: "Mother, are they here just to help brother cut off the evil fate? Then why don't they just cut it off and make such a trip?"

"Silly girl," Yao Ji seemed to be in a good mood, "The immortals in the heavens can't do this for us for nothing. If they do, they will naturally let us know, so that we can talk about personal favors in the future."

"The old man looks like a fairy, but he has so many tricks."

"Bah, what nonsense, Taibai Xingjun can be regarded as the real secret... Forget it, it's useless to tell you these things. Your brother will have three wives and concubines in the future. This matter makes mother a little surprised."

When she was a wife and concubine, Yao Ji didn't want to serve a husband with others, she knew how depressed she was.

But from the standpoint of being a mother, she also wanted Yang Jian to have a few more people to accompany her, to spread the branches and leaves for the Yang family, and she was worthy of her late husband.

"Mother makes some soup, you go and talk to your sister-in-law," Yao Ji's eyes showed a little love and affection, "She is a dignified dragon princess, with advanced cultivation and powerful magic power, and she is different from Mother back then... I really owe her."

Yang Xiaochan nodded lightly, seemed a little distracted, and went to the backyard to look for Ao Xinke.

Yao Ji stood in front of the door for a long time, then sighed softly, turned and left.

Flowers and flowers fell in the front yard, and there were many people.

...

This is the land of the Feng clan?

Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the valley full of sycamores. In autumn, there are fallen leaves everywhere, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of sycamore leaves.

Although there are hundreds of tree houses in the valley, there are a few children playing in the forest, and there are countless birds flying around outside the valley, but there is always a sense of decay here.

He wears two bracelets on his wrists, these are the treasures of the Phoenix clan that Kong Xuan put on after he unlocked the five-color divine light seal, which can suppress the monk's soul and immortal body.

But Kong Xuan is also a hundred secrets, as long as Yang Jian's primordial spirit and the mysterious body are restored, the eighty-nine mysterious kung fu will run, and strands of mysterious energy will flow out from the mysterious body to nourish the wounded primordial spirit, while the profound energy and profound handles around his body will slowly condense, and he can break free from the pair of bracelets at any time.

What really restrained Yang Jian was the five-color divine light.

But now, the black tortoise belt was taken away by Kong Xuan again, and all his belongings were in it, the three-pointed two-edged spear, and the roaring dog, all of which must not be left behind.

"Zhenjun, this is Fenggu," Feng Wu's voice came from behind him, and when she walked to Yang Jian's side, her usual gentle face had returned, and she couldn't see the previous loss.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, deliberately supported his chest, and made a weak expression.

Showing the enemy weakness is a last resort.

"The scenery is pretty good," Yang Jian said in a hoarse voice, "I often hear about the undead volcano. Could it be that this is inside the undead volcano?"

"Zhenjun was joking, the undead volcano exists between life and death, not within the Three Realms," Feng Wu said softly, raising her hand to smooth the hair around her ears, she was a rare beauty with a skirt and a small jacket, bright teeth and bright eyes.

Feng Wu suddenly said: "True Monarch..."

Yang Jian, who was searching for the source of Fenggu, subconsciously replied: "Huh?"

"My sister is still young, and she doesn't know much about everything. She offended Zhenjun before, please... please forgive her more in the future..."

Feng Wu turned away, she didn't know why, but when she said these words, her heart was always a little inexplicably sour.

"Feng Wu," Yang Jian looked at her back, and vaguely saw the tears dripping from her collarbone. Although he didn't understand why, he felt that he should say something.

"I already have a beloved wife in my family, and I have a deep affection; Fengshan hates me, if you can be my sister, marry me...forget it."

Yang Jian curled his lips in his heart, he really couldn't bear it.

He originally wanted to say that when he saw Fengshan, he thought of his younger sister, but the words 'It's okay to be my sister' fell into Feng Wu's ears, it was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, like five thunderbolts.

"What the hell, how can you be like this..."

The word Meng Lang couldn't be said at all.

Feng Wu gradually realized the meaning of Yang Jian's words, knowing that she had thought too much just now, her face couldn't help but blush.

But the Feng family belongs to fire, and the women of the Feng family are also a bit bold. After Feng Wu was shy, she also became bold and turned to look at Yang Jian.

The flames burning in those eyes made Yang Jian a little bit astonished.

What happened to her all of a sudden? It's like the whole person is different.

Feng Wu said: "Zhen Jun still remembers what happened in that chaotic clock..."

"Of course I remember," Yang Jian smiled, and then looked a little unhappy.

It was also thrown in by Kong Xuan that time!

Counting the old and new grudges together, this Kong Xuan has cheated himself twice, and both times are related to the sisters Fengwu and Fengshan, so it can be regarded as a little bit of fate.

Feng Wu said in a low voice: "In that chaotic clock, Zhenjun saved my sister's life. We should try our best to repay, but because of Fengshan Lingyu's incident, Zhenjun was trapped here. Feng Wu hereby apologizes for Zhenjun."

"I really never calculated against Phoenix Lingyu," Yang Jian wanted to say with righteous words, but when he got to his lips, he lost his confidence.

He hadn't counted on Phoenix Feather, so how did he get the Nirvana technique? Can Phoenix Lingyu get into his hands by herself?

This is actually a good statement, that Ling Yu really got into the black turtle belt by herself...

After all, I have benefited, so I can't scold Tianyan Daozi for teasing him, people can't be so heartless.

"Let me take Zhenjun for a walk in the valley," Feng Wu said softly, Yang Jian nodded in agreement, and the two walked half a foot apart in the path of the phoenix forest.

Fengshan has been depressed since she lost Lingyu, and now she is even more sullen in the cave, but she can't disobey Kong Xuan's arrangement.

The two of them were originally from the Phoenix clan formed by the awakened blood of spirit birds. They were born in constant disasters. Fortunately, Kong Xuan found them in time, recognized them as nieces, and sheltered them in their cultivation. The favor has long been countless.

Even if they arrange their future lives in this way, it still treats them as daughters of the Feng Clan. Although Feng Shan is unwilling in every possible way, she does not want to lose her identity of the Feng Clan...

The place is intricate and complicated, and it's really hard to understand what's going on in the girl's mind.

Yang Jian walked in the forest with his hands behind his back, and Feng Wu followed him, looking up at Yang Jian's side face from time to time, with a peaceful smile on his lips.

The two of them didn't talk much, and the forest happened to be quiet.

Feng Wu asked softly: "Is the wife in Zhenjun's family the Princess Wanzhi of the Dragon Clan?"

"Well," Yang Jian replied, staring at a small pool of water, said: "She is gentle, intelligent, knowledgeable, and manages the house in an orderly manner, so that I can travel outside with peace of mind."

Feng Wu nodded lightly, her eyes revealing her thoughts, "She must be an extremely beautiful woman."

"Born with a beautiful face and a moony appearance."

"Then Zhenjun..." Feng Wu asked again, "Will there not be one or two wives and concubines in the future?"

Yang Jian thought Feng Wu was talking about Feng Shan, and shook his head when he heard the words, "I didn't think about it too much at this time, not to mention, I think it's enough for one person to be single-minded, so there is no need to get involved too much."

Feng Wu said softly: "The road to practice is long, and the floods and famines don't count the years. If you don't have a few people to accompany you, the road to practice will be less lonely."

Yang Jian looked at Feng Wu with a little helplessness, this Feng Wu was also looking forward to her sister marrying him?

Oh, no, he is the one who joined the Feng family.

"My six sense organs are not clean, and I also have selfish desires. If the road ahead is safe, Feng Wu, as you said, will be accompanied by three or five beauties. I yearn for it in my heart, but..."

Yang Jian changed the subject, thought about something in his mind, and said in a deep voice: "If the future is difficult, catastrophe, drastic change, disaster in the world, if there is too much love involved, but there is no time to stay with each other, it will only hurt others."

Feng Wu chuckled lightly and said, "True Monarch thinks that with his abilities, he still can't live in the prehistoric wilderness?"

Yang Jian shook his head, dropped a sentence that caught Feng Wu by surprise, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

"It should be this prehistoric world that is still unable to settle down."

Feng Wu was a little bit taken aback, looking up at Yang Jian's back, he always felt that there was an invisible mountain pressing down on his tall and straight figure.

For Yang Jian, the catastrophe mentioned by Taoist Tianyan was indeed a pressure to spur him not to neglect his practice.

Feng Wu bit her lower lip, despite all the entanglements in her heart, she still made up her mind.

She suddenly took two quick steps, grabbed Yang Jian's arm, and said in a low voice: "Follow me, Zhenjun, I will take you to the treasure house in the valley, get your magic weapon, and send you out of the valley."

Yang Jian frowned and said, "If my safety is used to injure my friends into unrighteousness, that's not my choice."

Feng Wu was taken aback, then chuckled a few times, looked at Yang Jian and said, "I don't want my sister to marry you either. Don't worry, my sister and I are the younger generation of pure-blooded people in the clan. Even if my uncle punishes me, it won't be too severe."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and was about to nod, when he suddenly heard a sarcastic voice coming from the forest...

"Second brother, you said that you raised a young phoenix, raised a young phoenix, and now you have turned your elbows to the horizon. It's really ridiculous."

In the forest, Kong Xuan, dressed in blue, strolled over, with no expression of joy or anger.

It was the young man in the golden robe behind Kong Xuan who spoke, his eyes were dark and there was a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The third son of Phoenix, Golden Wing Dapeng.