sbdcsierra Chapter 319 Yang Jian, you've changed!
Chapter 319 Yang Jian, you've changed!
Yang Jiao chuckled and patted Mosquito Taoist on the shoulder:
"Set up the pot, let's make milk tea."
Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up instantly.
It hopped out like a bouncy little rabbit.
Then, on the bonfire stand that no one had been able to surround the day before, a cauldron was placed on it with a bang.
Yang Jiao: ...
"Are you refining elixirs or brewing milk tea?"
This cauldron is so big, it could easily fit two people inside.
Yang Jiao packed the fermented tea leaves she had collected earlier into a small cloth bag. Just as she was about to go forward to light the fire, she noticed that Lu Ya Dao Ren was already sitting in front of the campfire, constantly adding firewood to it.
While working, he would turn around to check on Yang Jiao's movements.
Upon noticing someone approaching, Lu Ya's cheeks puffed out and his teeth clenched.
Yang Jiao only spoke with the Mosquito Taoist.
"Mosquito, pour all the milk in."
"Good."
Mosquito Taoist picked up a bucket in each hand and poured the contents into it.
The milky white liquid gushed in and sloshed around in the cauldron.
Five buckets of milk were poured into the cauldron, filling less than a tenth of it, making it look pitifully small in an instant.
Mosquito Taoist turned back and looked at the eight divine beasts with a disappointed expression, shaking his head in the tone of Maitreya and saying:
"You guys still aren't trying hard enough."
The eight divine beasts trembled even more violently.
Yang Jiao couldn't help but laugh.
He sat opposite Lu Ya Dao Ren.
The two were separated by raging flames, their faces scorched by the intense heat, the leaping flames casting orange light on them, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
"Eh..."
A long sigh came from the other end of the line where Lu Ya Dao Ren was.
He held a sleek stick in one hand, constantly stirring the fire to make it burn brighter, and after a long while, he said softly:
"The demon race is becoming increasingly turbulent. The Heavenly Court could find any excuse to have various forces besiege us in the name of righteousness at any time. Bai Ze has no choice but to hand me over to the Chan Sect in exchange for my assistance during the Investiture of the Gods and to secure a reprieve from the Chan Sect."
Yang Jiao looked up at the expression on Lu Ya's face.
When he said that he, as the crown prince of the Demon Court, needed to curry favor with others, there was no extra expression on his face.
It's as if they're talking about someone else's business.
The knot in Yang Jiao's chest suddenly dissipated.
Nuwa's side would certainly not really exterminate the demon race, and the Jie Sect, mostly composed of demon cultivators, would not really go so far as to kill them all. Only the Chan Sect would do so.
As long as Daoist Lu Ya stands on the side of the Chan Sect, regardless of whether he actually makes a move...
They would all express their stance to the Heavenly Court in this humble way.
She sullenly lifted the lid of the alchemy cauldron, listened to the gurgling sound of milk boiling inside, and threw the bag of black tea in.
"so what?"
Lu Ya threw away the stick, braced himself with his hands, leaned back away from the firelight, and said steadily:
"Therefore, I will hand over the Seven Arrows of Nailhead."
His bangs parted wildly in front of him, obscuring his eyes, and Lu Ya Daoist continued:
"It seems that this unorthodox technique will be used on Zhao Gongming."
Crackling sound.
A piece of firewood burst out of the fire.
The fire was sparkling with tiny specks of wood chips.
Yang Jiao stepped on it, and only after it went out did she stare intently into Lu Ya's eyes:
"My condition is that you cannot kill Zhao Gongming."
Lu Ya Daoist stared intently at Yang Jiao, and after confirming the absolute seriousness in her eyes, he suddenly chuckled:
"I am pathetic, and so are you. You can't stop it."
He suddenly moved closer, his eyes filled with a tempestuous storm, and then whispered:
"You think the Investiture of the Gods is really about who dies and who rises? You're wrong! You can do whatever you want with the underlings, but the eight righteous gods have already been destined for their fates!"
"You can't change it."
A sudden gust of wind brought out Lu Ya's resentment and his destined hardships.
Yang Jiao gently raised her hand, and the wind in front of her stopped the moment she opened it.
Within the range of her palm, even fallen leaves froze in mid-air.
She said firmly:
"I don't want to change anything."
Lu Ya's eyes flickered.
A sage cares about the result, not the process, and will not act arbitrarily.
This is exactly the process that Yang Jiao wants!
She raised her eyes and stared intently at Lu Ya Daoist, a smile playing on her lips.
"In this game of chess, they can play however they want. Can't they even move the pieces around a little?"
Yang Jiao gazed at the leaping flames and chuckled softly again:
"As long as a chess piece is still on the chessboard, it is not considered out of control."
Could it be that one or two pieces placed in the wrong position could turn the whole game upside down?
Lu Ya looked at her intently, then suddenly smiled, the stars in his eyes appearing, and slowly sat back down in his previous position.
He looked at Yang Jiao, but deep down he had a feeling...
Yang Jiao is not a pawn; she is already playing the game.
What do you want me to do?
"Naturally..."
The two bowed their heads and listened attentively.
With each word Yang Jiao spoke, Lu Ya Dao Ren's eyes lit up a little more. Then, after Yang Jiao finished speaking, he burst out laughing:
"The Li Jing family has really offended you badly."
The moment he finished speaking, the milk tea released a rich, fragrant aroma.
The scene continued, with the mosquito-riding Taoist standing to the side, slurping away from an enormous gourd.
Sniffing constantly, I hurriedly asked:
"Is it ready? Is it ready?"
Yang Jiao nodded, seemingly unsure whether she was referring to milk tea or something else, and said:
"All right."
Lu Ya Daoist stood up, brushed the dust off himself, and said:
"Now that I'm better, I should go."
The Mosquito Taoist filled two gourds with milk, one full and the other only half full. She asked:
"where to?"
"Zhou Camp".
"Zhou Ying? I'm going too! Yang Jiao is going too!"
After Mosquito Taoist finished speaking, Yang Jiao shook her head:
"Go ahead, I still need to wait for someone."
Mosquito Taoist didn't want to go either, but Lu Ya Taoist pulled him away, and in the process, he also caught the flying Jingwei and brought it back to his head. After placing it down, he said:
"Let's go."
Mosquito Taoist took one step and looked back three times.
In the end, they were still dragged out of the mythical beast garden.
The snow on Qishan Mountain was already very thick, and each step left a deep pit. Mosquito Taoist's every step landed where Lu Ya had stepped, like a strange game.
Gradually, he dispelled his doubts and started playing by himself.
Upon arriving at Zhouying.
The Taoist Ran Deng sat in the head seat of the tent, remaining silent for a long time. He had gathered all the members of the Chan Sect together, but they remained silent.
Only after hearing footsteps outside did she lower her eyes and say:
"coming."
All eyes turned to the curtain.
When the thick curtains that kept out all the wind and snow outside were lifted by a slender arm, everyone was stunned.
Including the Taoist Ran Deng.
He coughed lightly.
"It wasn't her."
Mosquito Daoist poked his head in, and after looking around at the seated people, his gaze fell on Yang Jian, and then he suddenly bent down.
He handed over a gourd and said happily:
"Yang Jian, please have some milk."
These words caused a stir among the people at the table.
Yang Jian's face instantly darkened.
All was silent.
All that could be heard was Nezha's burst of laughter.
"Hahahahaha."
His smile made Yang Jian's face darken even more.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed the gourd away, relieved that it wasn't in a baby bottle!
Lei Zhenzi, sitting closest to the curtain, intended to reach out and catch it, but before he could even touch the gourd, Mosquito Daoist slapped it away, looking wary, and said:
"You still owe me milk!"
"I won't give it to you, it's for Yang Jian!"
Is mosquito milk something anyone can drink?
She looked utterly rejected.
Yang Jian couldn't help but rub his forehead, his brow turning red before he gritted his teeth and said, word by word:
"I! Won't! Drink!"
Upon hearing these words, Mosquito Taoist suddenly seemed to have been struck a blow and stood rooted to the spot.
He murmured:
"Yang Jian, you've changed."
“When you were little, you always fought with me for the drinks.”