Mysterious Taoist Priest

  Looking at Yang Jiao's curious gaze, Yang Jia smiled complacently and said with a smile: "This is just one of the small skills of my second brother. You like to read books at home, so you don't understand all my abilities. Don't worry, second brother will surprise you again in the future."

  His cooking skills were not innate, but were self-taught during his wandering days. Anyone will encounter hardships in life, but there is a kind of person who can find joy in hardship, and such a life will not be so bad. Yang Jia was this kind of person, he once made a cheap bread into four or five flavors.

  Yang Chan's eyes widened even more, wanting to ask again, but the fragrance of the roasted fish in front of her was too enticing. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she couldn't speak for a moment. Yang Jie smiled as he looked at her, and seeing Yang Chan's expression, a strange pang of sadness rose up in his heart, and he set a goal for himself.

  Yang Jian picked up a roasted fish and handed it to Yang Jiao, who grabbed it and smiled at Yang Jian before taking big bites. The fish had just been taken off the fire and was scorching hot, causing Yang Jiao to huff out air. Yang Jian quickly passed over a water bottle, which Yang Jiao grabbed and took a few sips from, finally relieving her flushed face.

  Yang Jian smiled wryly: "Silly sister, this was just taken from the fire, you still don't know to directly eat the ashes below?"

  Yang Chan gave Yang Jiaolong a sideways glance and coldly snorted, "I'm starving right now, and what you're roasting smells so good, of course I couldn't resist eating it. And I'm not like you, growing up to be so big!"

  Yang Jian looked at Yang Jiao, who was eating again, and said quietly: "Third sister, second brother may not have any skills now, but second brother wants you to guarantee that he will give you a stable home in the future."

  Yang Chuo suddenly stopped all her movements, raised her head and looked at Yang Jiaolong. Under the illumination of the flames, Yang Jiaolong's face was reddened, those eyes were still as black and bright as ever, his expression was so firm. She naturally felt delighted in her heart, but she knew their current situation, how could she expect Yang Jiaolong to do more?

  Yang Jian let out a snort of laughter, trying to make herself sound as sweet as possible. "Second brother, why be so serious? In my heart, you're already the best now. As for what's to come, we'll talk about it later."

  Yang Jian smiled slightly and nodded, saying: "Good, come on, this one is done too."

  Yang Chan didn't reach out to take it, shaking her head and saying: "Second brother, you eat it, you've had a tiring day today too."

  The two siblings spent the evening like this, the food was delicious but for them it was already a luxury. The moon was full in the sky, the stars twinkled, the night wind rustled through the forest, and the insects chirped incessantly. Yang Jie leaned against a tree trunk, while Yang Chao had fallen asleep by the fire pit, she was too tired, a young girl having to follow him on the run!

  Yang Jian looked at Yang Jiao who was sleeping soundly, took off his own outer garment and covered her with it, smiling slightly as he hoped she would have a good dream.

  He sat down beside her again, still gazing at the bright moon and stars above. His thoughts poured out like a spring, thinking about his rebirth, reborn as Yang Jia, he no longer had any attachment to his previous world. The former glory, the former wealth, all had turned into clouds and smoke.

  It was this world that had come unexpectedly, and yet it gave him many things to worry about. In the Yang household, he experienced a long-forgotten happiness - Yang Tianyou's kindness, Yang Jiao's concern, Yun Huasen's tireless efforts, and Yang Chan's lively loveliness. Although their time together was short-lived.

  But he had long considered them as family, a person who had been wandering outside for a long time, suddenly having a home, except for some small discomfort, more surprise and joy! A wisp of dark cloud floated in from the sky, blocking half of the moon, the silver moon became a crescent moon.

  Good times are always short-lived, the bell of happiness will never ring forever. When the legendary gear is developing smoothly, he finds himself so small and vulnerable. When Yang Tianyou and Yang Jiao's blood splashed in front of him, it indeed taught him a lesson.

  A very important lesson, the former rule of law society has been replaced by a violent society. Although they speak of heavenly principles in their mouths, what use are such heavenly principles to govern a group of numb and ruthless gods?

  Yang Yan's mouth corners slightly rose, it seems she was indeed having a good dream, probably already dreaming of Yang Tianyou, Yang Jiao, Yun Hua Xianzi, and him! Now there is only one person by his side, this younger sister. Making him unable to make another decision to give up by jumping from the 36th floor.

  His affection for Yang Chuan temporarily suppressed his hatred, and now he can only bury his own hatred! He doesn't hope to be as brilliant as the legend, revered by the three realms. Now he just needs to make sure that his loved ones live a safe and stable life.

  It wasn't until now that he thoroughly understood Yun Huaxianzi and Yang Tianyou's difficulties! Their hopes.

  The night had already entered the third watch, drowsiness was approaching, the cool breeze brushed against his face, and Yang Jian also slowly fell into a dreamless sleep. He didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly felt himself becoming dizzy and light-headed, as if his body was floating in mid-air, surrounded by vast expanses of blue sky and rolling white clouds. The extremely comfortable sensation caused Yang Jian to wake up quickly.

  Yang Jian's eyes widened in shock! The surrounding area was shrouded in a thick white mist, and his feet felt empty. His first reaction was to glance around him, but all he saw were clouds everywhere, with no sign of Yang Xiao. Yang Jian suddenly stood up, frantically searching around and shouting at the top of his lungs, but his voice fell flat, met with complete silence from the surroundings.

  He walked for a moment, and all around was one color! All were white clouds, nothing else.

  Yang Jian was already anxious and covered in sweat, when suddenly a five-colored light flew in from afar, shining brightly. In the moment he saw it, it had already arrived before him. After the colorful cloud dispersed, an old Taoist with white hair at his temples appeared, holding a feather duster.

  Immortal wind and Daoist bone, Yang Jian looked at him and knew he was a certain Daoist immortal from his appearance.

  Yang Jian respectfully said: "Junior Yang Jian does not know which immortal family senior is from?"

  The old man looked at Yang Jian with a satisfied smile and said slowly: "Good, good. Indeed, he is a talented person, truly a divine person chosen by heaven."

  He did not respond to Yang Jian's words, but instead said three "goods" in a row, seemingly familiar with Yang Jian.

  Yang Jian said: "Senior, did you come specifically to find me?"

  The old man smiled and said, "Hehe, don't worry, this is just an illusory realm set up by me. Yang Chao is right beside you, and your true body is still in its original place."

  Yang Jian secretly let out a breath of relief and said, "Senior, you've specially set up an illusion for me, I'm truly honored, but I don't know why senior would do this for me?"

  The old man said: "I know your current itinerary and where you're going. I came here to stop you."

  "Stop me?" Yang Jia's eyebrows rose as he looked at the old Taoist and said, "Could it be that you are from the Interception Sect?"

  "Oh? Why would you think that?"

  "Because I, a junior, am going to Mount Kunlun to pay homage to the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, if you, senior, try to stop me, then you can only be one of two identities: either a person from the Heavenly Court or a person from the Demonic Sect."

  The two sects were originally from the same root, but with different schools of thought, it was inevitable that there would be open and secret struggles. These two sects had two fairy lords, so naturally they would have more secret struggles. Yang Jiaolong knew his future appearance, which made him a potential stock, and these high-ranking Taoist families would naturally have someone who looked at themselves early on.

  Although he knew there was some minor narcissism, this is also a fact.

  The old man suddenly burst out laughing, Yang Jian looked at him and said: "Senior, why are you laughing?"

  The old man said slowly: "Master, you are too worried. I brought you here without malice, but to remind you of something."

  Yang Jian said: "Please speak, senior!"

  Lao Dao said, "Shi is going to Kunlun Mountain to join the Tianxian sect. I don't have any sectarian differences, and Tianzun hasn't accepted a disciple for too long. Moreover, he's currently in seclusion, so if you go to Kunlun now, it will be a futile trip."

  Yang Jian looked at him with some suspicion. Although this Taoist priest had an otherworldly air about him, one couldn't judge a person by appearance alone - after all, even the gods had people like Dajinwu among them. How could the Taoist priest not have someone like Shen Gongpao? At this moment, his mind was made up to go to Kunlun Mountain, and it wouldn't be easy to change his decision.

  Yang Jian said bluntly, "Senior, I now have only one way to go up Kunlun. If you want to stop me at this moment, I'm afraid it's not easy for you."

  The old man fell silent for a moment before finally saying: "No wonder! No wonder!"

  Yang Jian looked at him in confusion, and the three "good" words that Lao Dao had just spoken made him even more puzzled. Yang Jian was even more confused, thinking to himself: "Is it that these Buddhist and Taoist people all like to say some confusing and seemingly philosophical nonsense?"

  Yang Jian said: "Senior, please let me return to my own place. I thank you for your kindness."

  ……

  "Brother, this kid's temper is really stubborn to the extreme."

  "I admire this young man's character, but his temper is stubborn and difficult to get things done."

  "It's just that young people are like this, but even if he went to Kunlun, it would be in vain. The master will not accept him as a disciple."

  "Master indeed hasn't accepted a disciple for a very long time, the last time was nearly thirty years ago. If Master wasn't in seclusion, he might also like this little guy."

  "Big brother, you're worried, aren't you?"

  "Why did you say such a thing, little brother? What else is there for me to worry about?"

  "Big brother, you want me to persuade him not to go to Kunlun, it seems that big brother has some personal motives!"

  "Haha, I didn't expect you to see through it, younger brother. You also know that all of us brothers have disciples. Your disciple Tuxingsun may not look impressive, but he has a rare talent for cultivation. It's comforting for me as an older brother, but in all these years, I haven't met a disciple who truly meets my expectations."

  "How can I not be anxious?"

  "Ah, senior brother, your cultivation is also exceptional among our fellow disciples. You're strict when it comes to accepting apprentices, but this time your eye for talent is really unique - this kid isn't bad at all, genuinely not bad."