Yang Jian's previous attitude towards himself in the Snow Ying Palace was actually expected by Yang Xuan.

Erlang God Yang Jian is such an arrogant person, he also knew something in his previous life, and when he saw it today, it was indeed the case.

However, Yang Xuan was not annoyed.

If he had just survived the catastrophe and was only an earth immortal, although he would not leave Yang Jian's disgusted eyes, although he would not leave behind the sentences such as "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor boys", he would not give Yang Jian any good looks before leaving.

But it has been two hundred years since I worshiped under the Bodhi Patriarch, and coupled with the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes experienced in the illusion, my state of mind is no longer what it used to be.

Even if Yang Jian wanted to leave by name, Yang Xuan would just laugh it off at most, and he wouldn't take this matter to heart at all, and he still said cruel things in his heart, saying something like making this three-eyed boy look good in the future.

Slowly reaching out and spreading his palm, a delicately carved white jade box floated in the palm of his hand.

Feeling the huge life essence contained in the peach in the jade box, Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Lost"

To be honest, it is not cost-effective to exchange a low-grade acquired spirit treasure for a six-thousand-year-old peach.

Yang Xuan didn't want to accept Yang Chan's gift for no reason, owing cause and effect. And although he is already a golden immortal, his net worth is not rich, and the only ones who can take it out as a gift in return are those few magic weapons.

"It's time to go."

Turning his hand and taking the peach back into the dantian, recalling the reluctance in Yang Chan's eyes before leaving, Yang Xuan sighed in his heart.

Yang Xuan didn't know if he would be able to see Yang Chan again in the future.

For Yang Chan, Yang Xuan doesn't have many other feelings except sympathy. He is not one of those NC traversers who can't walk when he sees a beauty like Yang Chan in his previous life.

Now that he is a golden immortal, he is no longer the young and frivolous he used to be, he knows that although Yang Chan is a good girl, she is not very suitable for herself.

The identity of Haotian's niece is indeed a little sensitive, even if Yang Chan doesn't have much affection for Haotian, but the blood connection will never be severed.

The water in Heavenly Court is very deep, and if you marry Yang Chan as a Taoist couple, it will inevitably involve standing in line or something. For Yang Xuan, who was bent on seeking the Tao and traveled through the heavens and all worlds, this was not a good choice.

What's more, he has no plans to find a Taoist companion now.

There are countless proud daughters of the heavens in the heavens and all worlds, and if Yang Xuan wants to find his favorite Taoist partner in the future, he has a choice.

There is a woman in her hometown who does not lose half of Yang Chan...... Although Yang Xuan also felt that the probability of getting together with her was infinitely close to zero.

No longer nostalgic, Yang Xuan's figure turned into a white light in a flash, and he rose to the sky.

Chang'an City, the garden of the Yangping Marquis Mansion is full of vitality, the grass in front of the steps is green, the moss marks on the pondside are green, the koi fish in the water shuttle back and forth, the colorful butterflies fly up and down among the flowers, and the crisp birdsong of a few chirps is occasionally heard on the top of the leafy locust tree.

In the courtyard, a beautiful woman dressed in splendid clothes was sitting opposite a white-clothed Taoist.

"Dao Chief, I don't know which son you have taken a fancy to?"

The beautiful woman looked at the elegant and dusty, fairy wind and Taoist with an expectant face, this beautiful woman is about thirty years old, properly maintained, mature and beautiful, full of charm.

Yang Xuan sat in front of a black-veined tea case, holding a cup of tea cup and tasting tea carefully, after a long time, in the expectant eyes of the beautiful woman, his thin lips opened lightly, "Madam, I'm really sorry, after a little inspection, I found that all the sons in the house are shallow immortals, and there may be no hope of cultivating immortals in this life." ”

"Alas"

When the beautiful woman heard this, she sighed sadly, and could not hide her disappointment.

This morning, I heard from the house slave that a monk came to visit, saying that he wanted to see if the sons of the Yangping Marquis Mansion had a fairy fate.

This can make the beautiful woman very happy, and now the wind of cultivating immortals is prevalent, up to the princes and nobles, down to the common people, who doesn't want to become a cultivator who is admired and admired by others.

What about the glory and wealth of the world? After a hundred years, it will eventually turn into a handful of loess, how can it be compared to the freedom of immortality.

As the saying goes, "one person attains the Tao and the chicken dog ascends to heaven", although his family is a relative, he doesn't want to have a cultivator in his family.

Therefore, it was to treat Yang Xuan as a guest, and the hospitality was meticulous, and then he brought out the children of the Wang family in the mansion and let Yang Xuan see them one by one.

What Cheng thought, but in the end he got such a disappointing answer.

"Madame doesn't have to be sad, people who cultivate immortals pay attention to fate, and it's not a good thing to force it." Yang Xuan persuaded with a calm face, took out a mutton fat jade bottle from his sleeve, put it in front of the beautiful woman with a gloomy expression, and said, "This elixir has the effect of prolonging life and eliminating all diseases, and I also ask my wife to transfer it to Yangping Hou for me, so it should be regarded as a small profit." ”

"Dao Elder is polite, you can come to the Humble House, the Wang family is really brilliant."

Although the beautiful woman was polite, she accepted Yang Xuan's elixir generously.

She knew how difficult it was to get elixirs, magic weapons, and talismans from those monks who were not bad at cultivation!

Not only should you prepare all kinds of generous gifts, but also have a sincere attitude and a humble tone, depending on the mood of the person, and so on.

Even the vast majority of the princes and nobles in Chang'an City are no exception.

"Alright, farewell."

People come and go in Chang'an City, lively and noisy, Yang Xuan walked on the street with many shops and people, listened to the vendors on both sides of the hawkers, and occasionally saw the high-nosed and deep-eyed Hu merchants in the Western Regions pulling camels and bringing goods, and walked quite leisurely.

Recalling the somewhat withdrawn little Zhengtai he met in the Yangping Marquis's Mansion, Yang Xuan's originally peaceful face appeared with a dignified color.

"Wang Mang"

Zhanzhou in the south of the flood wilderness, there are also those well-known dynasties in the previous life, although the painting style may be a little different from the memory of the previous life, but many people still exist.

For example, Wang Mang, who is suspected of being a traverser!

On the Internet in his previous life, there were many people who believed that Wang Mang was a traverser, and Yang Xuan once thought that Wang Mang was a traverser before he crossed over.

No, after leaving Huashan, he came all the way to Chang'an, intending to meet Wang Mang, who was defeated by the son of the plane.

The hard work paid off, and Yang Xuan met that Wang Mang in the Yangping Marquis Mansion.

However, at this time, Wang Mang was still just a little Zhengtai under the fence, although he was a little withdrawn and unsociable, but he was diligent and studious.

When Yang Xuan saw Wang Mang for the first time, he found that this little Zhengtai was a good seedling for cultivating immortals.

Stopping, Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky, a hint of self-deprecating arc flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"He's not a time-traveler at all."

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