Chapter 142 Scrawled Words

"My mother let me make my own decision."

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, Yang Jiao said directly:

"So, you don't know whether you should agree or not. You are hesitating."

"Yes." Yang Jian said calmly:

"Ever since that day, brother, you told me why you are a god, I have been thinking about how I should go in the future."

"Should I keep practicing in seclusion at Guanjiangkou, or should I take on a responsibility and contribute to the order and peace of the Three Realms?"

Yang Jiao pondered for a while:

"Erlang, do you know why I am so confident that I want to change the current Three Realms?"

He looked at Yang Jian's slightly confused expression and asked and answered himself:

"When I came back from the dead, apart from the thought of rescuing my mother, I told myself."

"From now on, I want to be free and happy, I want to blatantly hit the iceberg, and I want to bend when the cold wind encounters me."

“So, follow your heart and act according to your thoughts.”

Yang Jiao patted Yang Jian on the shoulder:

"If you want to do it, just do it. Big brother will always be behind you."

Yang Jiao knew that Yang Jian's hesitation just meant that he was moved. As for why he didn't make up his mind, it was probably because of the insensitive Jade Emperor in heaven who ignored the suffering of countless living beings.

After a while, Yang Jian's body trembled slightly, and he immediately closed his eyes and concentrated, entering a state of meditation. After a while, a majestic momentum was ready to go.

When Yang Jiao saw this, he immediately cast a spell to set up a barrier and went out happily.

"Jiao'er, who is Erlang?"

In the blink of an eye, Yao Ji and others noticed the movement in the Yang Mansion for the first time and rushed over quickly.

"Erlang has a clear mind and will make breakthroughs when conditions are ripe."

Yang Jiao explained with a smile.

"What! Pindao's second disciple is also going to break through to the Golden Immortal!"

Master Yuding looked overjoyed and quickly acted like a teacher and a respected figure:

"Well, very good. I, Master Yuding, am indeed the number one master in the Three Realms. If I don't accept disciples, then I will. Once I do, I will directly teach two excellent disciples in the Golden Immortal Realm."

As Master Yuding spoke, he couldn't hold himself any longer and started spinning around in excitement:

"No, I want to pass a letter to Master." He slapped his forehead with his fan:

"No, there are many senior brothers and sisters of mine, let them reflect on themselves."

"Understand what it means to be greener than blue and better than blue, and what it means to be of the same lineage as the jade tripod, the best among the jade ones."

Three days later.

Yang Jiao looked at Yang Jian's cultivation in the early stages of seclusion to stabilize the Golden Immortal, and then took Yang Chan to the East China Sea.

On the way, Yang Chan asked curiously:

"Brother, why are we going to the East China Sea Dragon Palace?"

Just yesterday, Yang Jiao used the soul-lighting talisman to ask Marshal Tianpeng what he wanted from him, and then it was pointed out that they still owed the Dragon King of the Four Seas a banquet.

"Before sending the weak water to heaven, Marshal Tianpeng and I made an agreement with the Dragon King of the Four Seas that after the water was successfully controlled, we would toast and have a drink."

Yang Chan looked a little nervous:

"Brother, you also know the Dragon King of the Four Seas, because of Nezha."

"Little girl, please don't think so much. Let's forget what the Dragon King of East China Sea said before. If Nezha escapes with his life from the hands of heaven, it will be written off."

"Besides, most of the Dragon Clan are people with clear grievances and grievances. Their grievances have their own owners, and their debts have their owners. How could this involve a little girl like you?"

Yang Chan seemed to recall her experience in Chentangguan. Fortunately, Ao Tingxin, the fourth princess of the East China Sea, secretly helped her and prevented her from being caught by the Golden Crow.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the East China Sea, they saw a fat man flying over.

"Brother Hua, Third Holy Mother, you really came early, it would be better to come by chance." Marshal Tianpeng laughed and said:

"I have been waiting in heaven for more than ten days for this banquet, and I really can't wait to see it."

"Brother Canopy."

"marshal."

The two of them bowed their hands and saluted.

"Okay, no need to be polite." Marshal Tianpeng waved his hand:

"Let's go."

Three rays of light instantly escaped into the East China Sea.

At the magnificent gate of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, the dragon kings of the four seas, each with their dragon son and dragon girl who had helped control the water, were waiting quietly.

After a few breaths, Yang Jiao and three others appeared in front of everyone, and Marshal Tianpeng took the lead in holding his hands and saying:

"I'm so late, I hope you Dragon Kings will forgive me and don't take offense."

Ao Guang returned the gift and laughed:

"Marshal Tianpeng, Emperor Dongyue and the Three Holy Mothers can come to our East China Sea, which will only make the Crystal Palace of Old Long shine. There is no need to blame."

Although the Dragon King of the Four Seas and others know that Marshal Tianpeng is no longer as important to the Jade Emperor as he was before becoming a god.

But now he is still an important official in the heaven, and the Dongyue Emperor, after controlling the flood, jumped to the second rank, which can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

Not to mention Yang Chan beside him. Not only was his brother named Zhaohui Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, who listened to orders but not announcements, but he was also canonized as Our Lady of Huashan.

Now in heaven, no one knows that she has a brother that no one can mess with, and that she has a close friendship with the last Golden Crow Divine General and Emperor Dongyue.

The former is a relative, and the latter, seeing their postures, immediately realized that the sister of his senior brother is also a sister!

Thinking of this, Ao Guang couldn't help but politely invited them to the palace for a banquet.

At this time, among the crowd, only Ao Tingxin felt a little uneasy after seeing the close expressions of Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, with a trace of unnoticeable panic on his face.

When everyone was seated and the first glass of wine was taken, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

After three rounds of drinking, Ao Tingxin came to Yang Jiao with a glass of wine, her cheeks reddish, and a toast, saying she wanted to thank him for saving his life during the flood control.

Yang Jiao didn't hesitate much, and the two clinked their glasses and drank in one gulp.

At this time, Yang Chan, the interested person on the side, seemed to notice something, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

After the food was over, the three of them set off on their way home under the warm hospitality of the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

On the way back, Yang Chan asked meaningfully:

"Brother, didn't you find anything wrong during the banquet just now?"

Yang Jiao glanced:

"What's wrong?"

Yang Chan went straight to the point:

"You didn't notice that the Fourth Princess of the East China Sea looked at you wrong, didn't you?"

After a while, Yang Jiao's eyes deepened:

"I read books, practice cultivation, observe all kinds of things in the world, and see the mountains and rivers in various places."

"I don't want to die in the hope that one day I will be successful. I want to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."

"It's better to ask what love is in the world, and teach you how to make love between life and death."

"Or maybe the golden wind and jade dew can defeat countless people in the world once they meet."

“Most importantly, these things taught me a spirit.”

He said to Yang Chan word by word:

"Being born as a human being should not be just a blank piece of paper, or scrawled words stained with wine, sex, wealth, fame and fortune."

But I saw Yang Chan’s clear eyes shining with little stars, and she said happily:

"Brother, did you write these poems?"

"What a beauty!"

"Why are they all fragments of sentences?"

Suddenly, Yang Jiao had the idea in his mind that he might as well not want this sister.

He immediately flew away and couldn't stop thinking about how to correct Yang Chan who was just starting to fall in love.