Chapter Twenty-Five: I Like Your Uncle
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"Golden Bow and Silver Bullet Use Conditions: Each time you use it, you need to consume sixty spiritual energy!"
Although Gao Yang didn't know what the concept of sixty spiritual qi was, he knew that this was definitely not a small number, which meant that this thing was actually a chicken rib to himself, and he couldn't use it at all.
It's like putting Chang'e naked and in your bed, and there is only one condition for touching her, to find a way to go to the moon and get her rabbit down.
Isn't this overt bullying? If Gao Yang is allowed to choose again, Gao Yang guarantees that Yang Jian will not be able to save him even if he is mummified, although he can't get the treasure, but at least he won't be angry.
Let me see what this grandson has left me. Gao Yang, who was so angry that his tonsils were about to become inflamed, suddenly thought that there was still an unread message, so he angrily clicked on the text message again.
There is only one sentence in the message, but this sentence made Gao Yang completely blow up like throwing a torch into a gasoline barrel, "Shangxian, don't thank you for saving your life, Yang Jian will be remembered in the five, and give a thin gift to talk about your heart, can you like it?" ”
"I like your uncle!" Gao Yang, whose mouth is crooked, where do you care what kind of saint Erlang Zhenjun and Zhaohui Shengrenyou King are? Without thinking about it, he typed a few words and sent it to Yang Jian.
At this time, Yang Jian, who was resurrected with full blood, completely forgot that he almost died in the thatched house just now, and was making a big fuss in the group, saying to the immortals that he would have a blessing if he encountered a noble person who was in trouble and did not die, and at the same time, he was idle and tore up with the Eight Immortals, and the Eight Immortals were not enough, so he pulled Nezha in, and asked Nezha to immediately return him to the Howling Sky Dog and compensate for physical and mental losses, immediately, immediately, otherwise the friendship will be broken.
Nezha is not a good-tempered person, where is he used to his problems, and after saying "what is your love", he no longer cares about Yang Jian.
When Yang Jian was fighting to the death with the immortals, he suddenly received a message from Zixu Zhenren: "I like your uncle!" ”
This sentence with a huge amount of information suddenly confused Yang Jian: What does this mean by a real person?
At this time, Yang Jian didn't have the heart to scold Lu Dongbin, and his avatar dived down as soon as he darkened, and then carefully studied the true meaning of the words of the virtual real person.
"Shangxian likes my uncle? Why does he like my uncle? Yang Jian, who was puzzled, scratched his head and walked around the Heavenly Realm True Monarch's Mansion, his hair was almost gone, but he still didn't come up with the most reasonable explanation for Gao Yang's words.
"Damn, is the fairy a woman?" Yang Jian's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and finally reminded him of an explanation that he thought was reasonable. Only Zixu Zhenren is a woman who will like his uncle.
Could it be that Zixu Zhenren and my uncle know each other? Or is it a good match? That's why she didn't ask for anything in return and saved me with these incomparably precious pills? Thinking of this, Yang Jian's brain hole opened wider and wider: it must be so, the pure aura contained in the elixir can't be faked, in this era of lack of aura, if it weren't for the close relatives, who would be so great that they would waste this hard-to-find aura for others without asking for anything in return? At least Yang Jian couldn't do it if he asked himself.
Just when Yang Jian was inexplicably excited about the real reason why he deduced that Zi Xuzhen saved him, a cruel fact instantly poured him awake like a basin of cold water, he didn't have an uncle at all, his father Yang Youchang was passed down for three generations, where did the uncle come from? This reasoning does not hold up at all from the root.
Holding his head and thinking for more than ten minutes, Yang Jian finally had to reluctantly admit that his IQ really couldn't break such a profound Zen machine, so he sent a message to Gao Yang with a tired face: "Shangxian, Yang Jian is blunt, and after thinking about it again and again, he still can't understand the meaning of Shangxian, and I hope that Shangxian will not hesitate to advise." ”
Gao Yang didn't expect that a foul language he scolded in anger for a while would cause so much trouble to Yang Jian, and when he was angry, he saw that Yang Jian still dared to salivate and ask himself, so he was not used to his fault, and asked in a tone with a strong anger: "Zhenjun obviously knows that the Flood Desolate Ancestral Land does not have the slightest aura except for endless karma, why do you want to give me a golden bow and silver bullet that requires sixty auras to be used once?" Could it be that he deceived me into leaving the heavenly realm for a long time, and I don't understand? ”
Not long after the news was sent, Yang Jian sent a few frightened expressions, followed by a large piece of information:
"Great Immortal, don't get me wrong, I really don't mean that, you know, the powerful immortal weapons in the heavenly realm cannot appear in the lower realm, otherwise the powerful spiritual power contained in the immortal weapons will cause the space in the lower realm to collapse, and in addition, it may cause you harm......
But the golden bow and silver bullet are different, there is not much aura left on it, and it will not affect the balance of space, although the three Tianhe Mithril Bows you can't use yet, but you can use something of the right size in the Nether as a bow, and the Divine Consciousness Locking function is still effective, the only difference is that in addition to the distance of the Divine Consciousness Lock, it is not as powerful as the Tianhe Mithril Bow, and it is the most suitable for you to use in the Nether to defend yourself before returning to the Heavenly Realm. ”
It seems that Yang Jian was misunderstood! After reading a large paragraph of Yang Jian's words, Gao Yang knew that he had misunderstood Erlang God, but since he had disguised himself as an ancient true immortal, how could he admit his mistake to Yang Jian, so he sent a message in a light tone: "Erlang Zhenjun has a heart, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me!" ”
In the Zhenjun Mansion, Yang Jian, who was walking back and forth in the hall like ants on a hot pot, waited for thousands of times to finally wait for Gao Yang's information, and when he finished reading it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then sat on the chair like a disengagement, until this time, he found that his back was soaked with sweat for some time.
finally obtained the forgiveness of Zixu Zhenren, where did Yang Jian dare to ask Zhenren why he liked his uncle, so he had to hide this mystery deep in his heart, and secretly vowed to hug Zixu Zhenren's thighs and not let go until death.
Being able to casually refine several unheard of peerless elixirs come out, and it is still in a place like the Heavenly Forbidden Zone, the Flood Desolate Ancestral Land, this virtual real person has completely become a supreme existence like Sanqing in Yang Jian's eyes.
When Yang Jian was glad that he had set up a big antenna in the Heavenly Realm True Monarch's Mansion, Gao Yang was also excitedly fiddling with the slingshot that once dominated the Heavenly Realm in his rental house of less than twenty square meters.
This golden bow is similar to the one Gao Yang played with when he was a child, the color of the bow frame is pale gold, and there is a faint warmth in the hand, heavy and textured. The lead band forged with the old dragon tendon was a deep purple color, with a little silver light flashing on it, like the stars in the night sky in the dim room
If he hadn't known about it in advance, he wouldn't have believed that this was the golden bow that had terrified the immortals in the Heavenly Realm.
The three bows made of Tianhe Mithril were the size of marbles, and the weight was about the same, Gao Yang took the bow and studied it for a long time, but in the end, he didn't understand why this small bow could kill the divine beast Phoenix.
Pulling open the bow against the window, Gao Yang's heart suddenly rose with a kind of pride that looked down on the world, Weasel, Chen Guoqiang, you two grandsons are waiting, if Cui Yuanqing doesn't help, Lao Tzu doesn't mind shooting your eggs himself.