People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 135: Fraud at the Foot of Kunlun

Lu Yue walked in front, and Yang Jian followed closely behind. In front of them was a rushing river that converged into a narrow pass, hence the name: Guanjiangkou.

It is rumored that one end of the river is connected to the East China Sea, so there are often dragons swimming around, looking forward to the day when they can transform into real dragons. Last time, Lu Yue casually captured a sea dragon that was swimming around.

It flooded many villages and was captured by Lu Yue, who refined it into a dragon pearl and gave it to Yang Jiao. His name also contains the word "Jiao", which shows Yao Ji's high hopes for her first child.

I hope he can cultivate into a god with the help of his demigod body.

Little did she know that her union with a mortal was the saint's plot, which was against the will of heaven. Yet she still wanted to reunite her family, which was a bit ironic. Neither Haotian nor the saint would allow it.

“Master, since you already know where my father is, can you take me to see him?” Yang Jian’s impression of his father was a little vague after thousands of years.

Enough to make an immortal forget something?
When the heavenly soldiers and generals were hunting down Yao Ji, he and Yang Chan were playing in Guanjiangkou. He did not see Yang's father leave with his own eyes, but he saw a peach being thrown down from the sky from afar.

It turned into a peach mountain.

He had climbed up Peach Mountain with untold hardships, but still had never seen its true appearance. After returning from his studies, he tried to go deep into Peach Mountain to see if Yao Ji was there.

Whether the face is old.

Is your mentality haggard?

But he was afraid.

As the saying goes, one becomes homesick when close to home; he was afraid that it would all be in vain in the end.

Lu Yue raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Kunlun. Kunlun was the ancestral vein of Dongsheng Shenzhou. It was ethereal and obscured by mist. Only immortals could see it. On the Qilin Cliff, there was a third-generation disciple who studied Taoism.

Because of natural stupidity.

His hair is now white, and he no longer looks young and handsome. Because of his merits, he was rewarded with a three thousand year old peach. Now, his death is about to end, and he feels anxious.

Looking forward to going down the mountain.

Lu Yue summoned a golden-eyed camel, sat on its hump, and rode the golden light to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, where he set up a tea stall. Yang Jian transformed himself into a servant and sat beside Lu Yue.

Pour tea and water for him.

late at night!

Kunlun Mist.

The golden-eyed camel was tied obediently under an old tree, eating grass out of boredom and making sounds of disgust from time to time. It was thought that as a spiritual beast, it possessed the magical power to make golden light fly across the ground.

A day's work is a journey of thousands of miles.

What we usually eat are spiritual plants, not ordinary weeds.

If you take half a step into Kunlun Mountain and pass through the fog, you can see spiritual plants all over the mountain, as well as bright red fruits, which are sweet and juicy and can increase your magic power.

"Master, why don't you let him go?"

Lu Yue leaned back in the rocking chair, looking at the waning moon hanging in the night sky, seeming to be lost in thought.

Yang's father's real name is Yang Tianyou. He is a mortal, but he is worthy of the name Tianyou because he can marry Yao Ji. Haotian is the sister that Yao Ji met when she was on earth, a favored daughter of heaven.

A moment later.

Dark clouds obscured the waning moon, and a swaying figure floated above the clouds, falling towards the tea stall below.

"The mere Cloud Climbing Technique is not even considered a Heavenly Gang or Earthly Demon Technique. Even a pig could have learned it in a thousand years, but Yang Tianyou still only has half of it, which shows how poor his talent is."

Immediately!

Yang Jian waved a breeze, gently lifted Yang Tianyou up, and placed him at the door of the tea stall.

With white hair and cloudy eyes, he stared at the old man and the young man in front of him with some fear.

"Thank you for the rescue, Immortal."

He is timid and it is obvious that he is not welcome in Kunlun Mountain. The door of the Chan sect is not so easy to approach. Deep blessings and unparalleled luck are the most basic conditions.

The second is natural intelligence.

This is the legendary good seedling for cultivating Taoism. What a pity.

Yang Tianyou didn't touch it at all.

His only use might be that he is a tool used by the saint to plot against Yao Ji. After use, he will naturally be thrown away. He is lucky enough that he can be reused after being deified.

Continue to contribute to the Chan religion.

Go to the Heavenly Palace to cause trouble for Haotian. I wonder what Haotian will feel when he sees Yang Tianyou?
Or it could be Yang Jian, who had already reached the Golden Immortal realm at a young age. Given enough time, he would have been able to grow into a giant if Lu Yue had not intervened.

After Yang Jian was accepted into the sect, Yang Tianyou had already been secretly dealt with by Jade Ding Zhenren in order to avoid leaving any final flaws that would cause Yang Jian to become alienated from the Chan sect.

And today.

Nature is another scene.

Lu Yue didn't even look at him, but Yang Jian couldn't bear it, so he helped the white-haired Yang Tianyou up and said with a smile: "He just has some special skills, but he can't be considered an immortal."

"I see."

Yang Tianyou breathed a sigh of relief. At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, ordinary immortals did not dare to go up the mountain. Only some ordinary people with special skills might occasionally step into the mountains and be discovered by the disciples of the Chan Sect.

They will then give a warning and send them out of the mountain gate.

Over time.

No mortals approached Kunlun Mountain. There was only a tea stand ten miles away for passing merchants to rest. Some mortals admired the gods and offered incense at the foot of Kunlun Mountain day and night.

Looking forward to being accepted into the school.

Yang Tianyou's expression changed slightly. As a disciple of a saintly sect, he naturally had some pride. If he met an immortal, Yang Tianyou might be a little afraid for fear of causing unnecessary cause and effect.

But if it is a mortal.

Just let him control it.

After figuring it out, Yang Tianyou frowned and couldn't help but said, "My hero, do you want to join the Chan Sect? I am a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect. I am going down the mountain today to purchase some daily necessities and will return to the mountain soon."

"What conditions?"

Lu Yue was at ease, watching the deceitful Yang Tianyou, and did not even notice that Yang Jian looked somewhat similar to him. How did the second-generation disciples of the Chan sect, such as Yu Ding, do the background checks?

Shouldn't Yang Tianyou remember Yang Jian clearly so that he can follow the cause and effect line and capture him directly?

Yang Tianyou showed a 'wise' expression, which was a bit mercenary, and was completely different from the image of the father in Yang Jian's imagination. There were tears gleaming in his eyes.

After seeing this, Yang Tianyou smiled contemptuously. Sure enough, he was another fool. It was actually easy to enter the Saintly Sect. After pretending for a while, he said, "Just teach me the wind-driving technique you just used as a gift to become my disciple."

Lu Yue curled his lips. As expected, 'simple' is not a professional liar. Why would the heartless fairy fall for such a stupid person? There is a saying that "a man's mouth is as eloquent as a silver tongue."

Sure enough: love makes people blind.

But that only works for fairies. For fairies like them, it is not even a trick.

Yang Jian glanced at Yang Tianyou in disappointment: "It is rumored that the people living on Kunlun Mountain are immortals, so why would they care about my little wind-driving skill? Are you a fake immortal?"

cough~
Yang Tianyou coughed, pointed at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "You didn't notice that I was flying from that direction just now." Yang Tianyou danced with his hands and pointed in the direction of the Kunlun Mountains obscured by fog.

"Saw."

"But I see that the Taoist robe you are wearing doesn't look like something that would be worn by immortals. It looks more like something from the mortal world. Could it be that a dignified immortal would have to wear mortal clothes?" Lu Yue shook his head.

Joked.

Ever since seeing Yang Tianyou falling from the clouds, Lu Yue had lost all interest in him, especially since his death was coming to an end and the immortal was in seclusion.

At least a hundred years, at most ten thousand years.

In Lu Yue's view, his life span was just a blink of an eye. It seemed that his master Yuanshi didn't care about him after using him as a tool. He threw him aside and left Yang Tianyou to fend for himself. It seemed a little unreasonable.

(End of this chapter)