After speaking, Yang Jian walked outside, and said to Lingfeng as he walked, "Do you want to come along?"

"Me?" Lingfeng thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, it's just idle." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yang Jian stepped on his front foot, and a portal appeared out of thin air, and then he walked in, and Lingfeng followed into the portal.

On the side of the portal is a space where birds are singing and flowers, and not far away you can see a courtyard, in which there are already some immortals who look like fairy-like bones sitting around a few tables.

This seems to be the kind of mahjong hall like a place, and after getting closer, Lingfeng also saw the three big characters on the courtyard door, not called the mahjong hall, called Xian Ma Garden.

How awkward the name sounds.

Lingfeng asked Yang Jian as he walked: "By the way, Brother Yang Jian, can you ask who the guy you said is digging pits and cultivating?"

He was quite interested in this person, who had been focusing on digging pits for thousands of years in order to comprehend his own unique cultivation method, and he could be regarded as a person with perseverance, so he had to admire.

"His name is Yu Gong, and he is older than my age. ”

Lingfeng was stunned: "Yugong, the one who moved the mountain?"

"Yo, you know. "Yang Jian is not surprised, this legend does not seem to be uncommon to spread to the world," he did dig a pit for thousands of years, and unknowingly dug up the two mountains in front of the door. ”

"Didn't you say that there were two immortals who moved away, and I remember that the two mountains seem to be called Taihang and Wangwu. ”

Yang Jian shrugged: "That's a way of saying in your mortal world, and there are even more outrageous statements in other mortal worlds, but it's not that exaggerated, that god has nothing to do to move mountains to play, but there are indeed two gods who have appeared." ”

"Then they didn't move mountains, so what were they for?"

"They belong to the Bureau of Land Management. ”

Lingfeng: "。。。。。。 ”

Yang Jian knew that Lingfeng was puzzled, so he continued: "You think, the old man of Yugong dug a pit and dug up two mountains, and the Land Management Bureau didn't have any records, so he was naturally anxious, so he sent two managers to register, it's as simple as that." ”

"Then there is always soil and rocks in the digging mountains, where did they go?"

"The Bureau of Land Management just took it away to reclaim the land, Jingwei doesn't know if you have heard of it, she wants to understand her method through reclamation, but it has been filled for more than 30,000 years, and there is no result yet, but it has brought great convenience to the Bureau of Land Management. ”

Lingfeng is in a cold sweat, immortals are all incomprehensible creatures, is it because they have lived for too long and there are mental problems, even this is a cultivation method?

"Dare to ask her what kind of sea she filled, and she hasn't filled it up in 30,000 years?" Lingfeng asked humbly.

In the mortal world, Jingwei recorded that his body was drowned in the East China Sea and then reincarnated as a bird, vowing to fill up the East China Sea, but according to Yang Jian's meaning, most of them are different.

"Sea of bitterness. ”

Lingfeng said in his heart: 'It's okay, the sea of suffering is endless, and you can't fill it in a lifetime. ’

Yang Jian seemed to see Lingfeng's thoughts, and said with a smile: "As long as she doesn't need to fill in when she comprehends the power to control the sea, it is said that she is about to comprehend, she is older than me, a full old witch." ”

Lingfeng looked at Yang Jian's unnatural expression, and seemed to understand that Yang Jian seemed to be a little unwilling to see Jingwei, but he didn't know the reason.

The courtyard is surrounded by a natural fence made of unknown white plants, the ground inside is a lush green grass, which is very soft and comfortable to step on, and in the center of the courtyard is a willow tree, from time to time a fragrant breeze blows through the willow leaves, and it will make a beautiful singing sound, as if the whole tree is singing.

Several tables were randomly placed around the willow tree, and on each table sat three or four immortals with solemn expressions or joy.

Suddenly, a man yelled, "Eat!"

Another shouted in surprise: "I'm huh!"

The man who roared was not reconciled, and said, "I'll eat again!"

The person who shouted was smug: "Touch yourself!"

The person who roared refused to admit defeat: "Five sons are in a row, are you afraid?"

The person who shouted couldn't stand the excitement, slapped the table with a red face and a thick neck, and said, "I'm afraid that you are a grandson, I'll blow it up!"

For a while, the situation on the table was confusing, the immortal arts and chess pieces were shining, and several immortals watching the battle next to them nodded vigorously: "Good chess, good chess." ”

Lingfeng looked at a table surrounded by four immortals with black lines, and forgave him for his clumsiness, he didn't see which mahjong they were playing at all.

The boxy table is not the kind of regular mahjong, but a round chess piece like chess, which is placed in the bright light without any cover.

After a while, Lingfeng saw a clue, this is simply a hodgepodge of play, with the number of roads of the military flags of the four countries, as well as chess, mahjong, Go, and backgammon.

He watched with his own eyes a chess piece with the word handsome written on it being surrounded, and one of the immortals was about to lift the piece, so that a cannon separated by four chess pieces on the opposite side suddenly blew the enclosed handsome away, and the immortal on the opposite side said complacently: "Throw the cannon to protect the handsome." ”

Then he was grabbed by another immortal's sharp eyes, and the handsome man who was bombarded in the air laughed and said: "Self-touch, I won, take the money and take the money!"

"Mahjong is played like this?" Lingfeng looked at Yang Jian beside him and pointed to the table.

"Of course. Yang Jian nodded, "Do you want to try, I'll give you money." ”

"No, no, no. Lingfeng hurriedly waved his hand.

This table of mahjong is in time for the war, and a five-son Lianzhu across the mountain cannon may even be able to fly himself.

Yang Jian took Lingfeng to a table, and then conjured a chair on Yang Jian's side and said to Lingfeng, "Sit down." ”

After Lingfeng sat down, he saw the other three immortals on the table clearly, the other two he didn't know, but the other one was Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong can be incarnated into tens of millions, and he has different personalities and performs his own duties, and most of this mahjong player is also one of the tens of millions.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Sun Wukong crossed his arms and looked at Yang Jian with a little dissatisfaction, but the other two immortals didn't say anything, just focused on the formation of military flags on their side.

"I was so focused on reading that I forgot about it. Yang Jian said embarrassedly.

Sun Wukong pinched his fingers, and then raised his eyebrows: "Golden Bottle Plum?"

Lingfeng didn't expect to be able to even calculate what books he read, and he was wondering if he should find Sun Wukong to calculate what he ate today.

"I'll send it to you another day, Lone Ben. ”

"Okay old iron. Sun Wukong smiled at Yang Jian.

Looking at the eyes of the two, Lingfeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva unnaturally.