For example, in Chang'an that day, at the turn of the New Year, the Yasheng of Shengyan Academy leaned back on the Confucian and Taoist inheritance and Confucian heritage behind him, and with one person and one sword, he stopped the Chaos God Pope and the ancient god Lingcang of the Immortal Realm.

The cultivation of the Eight Realms can have the combat power of the Nine Realms, which is the reason why these four are picked out.

"If a terrestrial immortal arrives, it will indeed attract the attention of most of this chaotic sacred mountain."

"What you invited is actually the cultivation of the Eight Realms, it's not an ordinary cultivation of the Eight Realms, it's a land immortal!" Gu Qingfeng sighed, if he hadn't entered the back mountain with Chen Qingshan, Gu Qingfeng really wanted to see what this Yanyu Mansion Master looked like.

The only woman among the four land immortals, what kind of graceful and peerless demeanor she has.

"It should be down to luck, I also joined Yanyu Building inexplicably." Chen Qingshan whispered, and the rain outside the house was "booming".

Between the tiles, a green fern stretches its body wantonly, enjoying the nourishment of the rain.

Since Chen Qingshan's future, this wooden house has not been inhabited, so in addition to the green fern between the tiles, even the tiles are also covered with thick moss, and when the rain comes, these originally languishing mosses come to life, dyeing the roof green.

Plants and trees like rain, but people are not, maybe there are a few people who like to listen to the rain and appreciate the rain, and worship it as a graceful thing, but at least no one likes to be drenched in the rain, that is a fool's doing.

On the green eaves, a rain curtain was hung, and through the rain curtain, the person who was guilty of the crime, Yang Jian, was still standing, in the posture at the beginning, his waist was bent into a right angle, his hands confessed, and his eyes drooped slightly.

Such a posture is destined to be much more tiring than kneeling, and even for a monk, a monk is a human being, and he will be tired.

Confessing in the rain is Yang Jian's sincerity.

"Then Yang Jian is still standing outside the house, almost four hours." Gu Qingfeng spoke softly, not feeling half pity for Yang Jian's behavior, but instead advised Chen Qingshan.

Gu Qingfeng knew more about Yang Jian's affairs than Chen Qingshan, and when the Ghost Punishment Divine Son was there, he even poured out half of his resources to ask for a Divine Spirit Jade with the Seven Realms Origin Divine Spirit for Yang Jian, in order to let Yang Jian not get too far away from him.

When the news of the death of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son reached the Sect, the first person to do something to the Ghost Punishment Peak was not the Barking Dog Divine Son who had a grudge against the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, but this Yang Jian, who stole all the hard work of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son on the peak and dedicated it all to the Rakshasa Divine Son.

Now that Chen Qingshan has gained the general trend in the sect, this Yang Jian is here again, and anyone can see this Yang Jian's thoughts.

"Such a person is not available, I can see that he is not just trying to apologize, he wants to hug your thigh that is thicker than the Rakshasa Divine Son." Gu Qingfeng reminded.

Now is the moment when the two of them want to seek great things, there can be no more variables, whether it is for the sake of being a person or in a serious matter, Chen Qingshan should not accept this Yang Jian's surrender.

"To be honest, I don't really like him either." Chen Qingshan frowned slightly, and set his eyes on the wooden door, as if through the wooden door, he had already seen Yang Jian, who had been neutral in the rain for a long time.

"So ignore him and let him stand in the rain, as long as he wants." Gu Qingfeng's voice became a little colder.

"When he feels our determination, he will naturally retreat." Gu Qingfeng sighed and walked towards the wooden door.

"Crackle."

"Crackle."

Continuously, the sound is not very regular, sometimes loud and sometimes small, it is the sound of the rain hitting the wooden door.

The thin wooden door separates the rain, and also separates Yang Jian and Chen Qingshan, this closed wooden door is more like an "attitude".

Chen Qingshan's attitude towards Yang Jian, for nearly four hours, Yang Jian's slightly drooping eyes were staring at the wooden door.

Yang Jian knew in his heart that if the wooden door was opened, it would mean that the Holy Son had accepted him, and he, Yang Jian, would be able to move forward because of this open door, and behind this wooden door, it was Yang Jian's golden avenue leading to ten thousand people.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning illuminated the dim skylight, and Yang Jian's face was as white as paper.

If this door is not opened, it will be convenient for him to stand here for the rest of his life!

"Qingfeng seems to have a lot of experience with rejecting people?" The heavy rain outside the house was pouring, and the tea inside the house was fragrant, Chen Qingshan asked leisurely.

Gu Qingfeng nodded helplessly: "There are not many women on Shu Mountain, and there are also several disciples of the same generation who have stood outside my door in the rain, and there is even one person who has stood for three days." ”

"It's not that there are not many women on Shu Mountain, but Qingfeng you, who are different from ordinary women, and you are good-looking." Chen Qingshan inexplicably remembered the sentence in the dream of Dao Thirteen, "This girl is so heroic, let the poor Dao protect you."

Chen Qingshan pricked up his ears and was a little more serious about Gu Qingfeng's words.

"Is it unique, or is it pretty, or both?" Gu Qingfeng's eyes flickered, and he leaned back slightly on the chair, the chair was not big, this leaning on it, it outlined Gu Qingfeng's almost perfect curve, Gu Qingfeng's appearance was already good-looking, coupled with his temperament, for some men, it was a lore.

"Naturally, it's both." Chen Qingshan picked up a cup of tea and looked at Gu Qingfeng, his eyes clear.

"They said they liked me, so they tried to make me pay attention to them, but they never realized it, and I didn't like them." Gu Qingfeng whispered, not arrogant, for this woman who uses a knife, the word "like" is more of a burden for her.

Chen Qingshan thought, if the words of the thirteenth are not a joke......

"Thirteen lives are suffering." An inadvertent sigh.

"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and there was doubt in his eyes.

Careless!

Chen Qingshan's face froze, and he waved his hand again and again.

"I have a friend who is called Thirteen, who is lonely, who has no meal, who often can't eat, and every rainy day, I think of him."

"Well, that's a bit pitiful." Gu Qingfeng muttered, didn't think much about it, just remembered that there was a Dao Thirteen who often couldn't eat hot rice.

Gu Qingfeng clasped his hands and hugged his knees.

"Then for those who like the breeze, how do you look at the breeze?" Chen Qingshan asked, there was some cautious meaning in it, this sentence, he asked for Dao Thirteen.

"Those who stand in the rain just to see me, they say they are stupid, but I think they are stupid, and the moment I think they are stupid, the goodwill is gone." Gu Qingfeng clapped his hands.

There was a "snap", and there was nothingness.

"So no matter who is outside the door, I have never opened that door, I just want to fix my knife." Gu Qingfeng whispered.

"Click", with an epilogue.

The cold light is rising.

Gu Qingfeng stroked the blade of the knife with his bare hands, and the pair of blue and white knives were her lovers.

"In order to attract the attention of the people you care about, to hurt yourself, I am three points lower and not say anything, as far as this matter is concerned, it is indeed very stupid."

"Can people in this world really be so stupid for the sake of liking?" Gu Qingfeng sat cross-legged and placed a pair of blue and white knives horizontally on his knees.

It looks like he only hears the avenue.

Chen Qingshan drank tea and grieved for Dao Thirteen: "How do I know, although I am not as dedicated to the Tao as Qingfeng, but the person I like also likes me, so I have never felt this stupid thing." ”

"I have to say, I'm lucky." Chen Qingshan whispered.

"Also, it seems that there are quite a few fools in the world who like to get drenched in the rain."

Silent.

"This Yang Jian is even more different from the people on Shu Mountain, at least the people on Shu Mountain don't have the intention of harming people, so this door shouldn't be opened." Gu Qingfeng returned to the matter outside the door.

put away his blue and white knife.

"Yes, whether it is his character or what he is doing now, I should not accept his apology and accept him to Shengxuan Peak."

In Gu Qingfeng's surprised gaze, Chen Qingshan stood up and pushed open the wooden door.

"What does that mean?" Gu Qingfeng was stunned.

Yang Jian stood in the rain, ready to stand on the ground for a long time, to be honest, even Yang Jian himself, he didn't think that Chen Jiangnan would open the door for him.

But this wooden door, which no one thought would open, was open at the moment.

"Squeak".

Chen Qingshan pushed open the wooden door and saw Yang Jian standing in the rain.

Yang Jian was in high spirits, straightened his waist in an instant, and set off a burst of raindrops like a spring, with clear particles.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, Yang Jian has come to ask for sin!" Yang Jian bowed deeply again, and some blood appeared from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly moved, messed up the qi, and suffered some internal injuries.

"You want to follow me?" Chen Qingshan leaned against the door frame and got straight to the point.

"Yes." Yang Jian lowered his hand and let out a shout, and the rain exploded from his body.

"Why?" Chen Qingshan asked.

"Because you are the Holy Son, the most powerful person in the future of the Cult of the Rans." Yang Jian bluntly said that he didn't feel that it was a shameful thing to follow a strong man.

"I have to say, you are very sincere."

"Sincerely, the gold and stone are open, and the ancients did not deceive Yang Jian." Yang Jian's face was a joy that was visible to the naked eye.

"I'm not a golden stone, so your sincerity can't move me." Chen Qingshan said, a pair of eyes pierced through the rain curtain and fell on the burden on Yang Jian's chest.

On this rainy day, Yang Jian's whole person became a soup chicken, but the brown package on his chest did not look wet at all.

This shows that the things in Yang Jian's baggage are treasures, and Chen Qingshan likes treasures the most.

"Something, take it out and take a look." The corners of Chen Qingshan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a bohemian smile.

Gu Qingfeng was behind Chen Qingshan, looking at the man's back, because of the skylight, part of Chen Qingshan's body entered the shadows, and the face was divided into two parts, one bright and one dark, which made people unable to see clearly and ponder.

Yang Jian came with sincerity, not only for what he did, but also for the sincerity of his posture, but also with treasures.

"This thing itself is dedicated to you, the Holy Son, and there is no one in this holy mountain who is more suitable than you to become the master of this thing!" Yang Jian finally stood up, and as he exhaled in one breath, his face showed a look of relief.

Unpack the burden lightly and come forward.

When the cloth on the burden was lifted, a small mud-sealed jar was revealed.

The rain fell, three inches from the jar, and was separated by an invisible force.