I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"No, there is no one. How can I sue the Heaven? I must have talked too much in my sleep. I beg the Heaven to punish me!"

The old man Zhang Boduan was a clever man. He had a bad reputation and changed his tone directly.

"Well, good, since you asked for punishment, then I'll spare you nine purple sky thunders and use only one!"

Yang Guifei was pretending in the sky.

“Cough cough cough cough cough... No, no, absolutely not!” Zhang Boduan was almost frightened to death, thinking how could Patriarch Hongjun pass on the throne to such a thing, what would happen to the Three Realms in the future?

But now is not the time to think about the future. He is just a Golden Immortal. Let alone a ray of Purple Sky Divine Thunder, even if he gets close to it, he will be reduced to ashes and his soul will be scattered on the spot.

I could only smile and say, "Lord Heaven, be merciful. I know my crime and I am willing to make amends for it."

"Yuyu, then take out the women's clothing that you treasure," Yang Gui's map of Yan State was only this long, and he was straightforward with Zhang Boduan, saying, I came here just for your colorful fairy clothing.

"Ah, women's clothing?" Zhang Boduan then remembered that when Yang Gui knocked on the door just now, he had mentioned something about women's clothing.

"Yes, you old man, you are still single at your age, why do you secretly hide women's clothing? And you still say you are not a pervert?" Yang Gui sternly accused the old man.

"This is just a coincidence... Oh!" Zhang Boduan glanced at Hou Tu next to him, understood, and nodded:

"Okay, okay, I got a piece of women's clothing by chance, but I didn't know what to do with it. Today, the Saint Hou Tu came and I realized that it was a piece of fairy clothing sent from heaven, waiting for its owner. I will bring the dress out to the Saint right away."

Zhang Boduan walked into the cave with a step and a step. Hou Tu looked at the old man's back and couldn't blame Luo Ren, "Turtle, do you think we feel like the evil forces are bullying the old man?"

Yang Gui was so angry at her calling him that he thought this might be the retribution for calling her Ah Tu. So he poured all his anger on Zhang Boduan:
"No, this old man is very capable. He has mastered the art of alchemy to perfection. How can he be a weak old man? Besides, as the old saying goes, why does he collect women's clothes for no reason? We are here to eliminate the hidden perverts. We are the positive characters!"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Hou Tu was like a beloved daughter of a husband, and she nodded to whatever Yang Gui said.

Not long after, Zhang Boduan came out holding a red lacquer plate with a neatly folded colorful fairy robe on it.

"Two saints, please."

"Oh, it's very beautiful!" Yang Gui stretched out his hand and took the five-colored fairy clothes. He felt it and said, "It's an interesting protective formation. An ordinary Taiyi Jinxian who doesn't practice physical training may not be able to withstand it. Here."

This protective function is not even a toy for a saint, so Yang Gui threw the colorful fairy clothes to Hou Tu.

"Ah, palace dress." Hou Tu was a little unhappy. Palace dress was usually worn by the queen, concubines, and palace maids in the inner court of the palace. At the very least, it had to be worn by a young lady from a wealthy family.

The purpose is to restrict the movements to correct the posture and show a fragile and soft image of women. Combined with things like step-shaking, everything is to make women move slowly and small, showing the signs of being weak and frail.

But Hou Tu was an old woman from the Wu clan, tall with long legs. With one step, she could take five or six steps longer than those noble ladies. She loved fighting and she didn't want to be a delicate lady.

"It's a token of my good intention. Try it on first." Yang Gui didn't care about Zhang Boduan's good intentions. Besides, it wasn't Zhang Boduan's intention at all. He was obviously forced to do it. Yang Gui just wanted to see the contrast of Hou Tu.

Wouldn't it be interesting if such a sporty and sunny girl suddenly turned into a weak woman?
I can only say that men are like this. If it is a weak woman, he will try to train her to be brave and aggressive enough to twist off her boyfriend's head.

"彳庍口巴."

"Wait a minute!" Yang Gui suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhang Boduan, "Old man, you have never worn this dress, have you? Or you haven't used it to do something weird, have you?"

"Ah?" Zhang Boduan was obviously stunned. He was a real immortal, not as dirty as Yang Gui thought. The dirty thoughts in Yang Gui's mind would embarrass the old immortal to death if he spoke them out.

He still doesn't even understand what Yang Gui means.

"Well, okay, I haven't worn it." Yang Gui didn't expect Zhang Boduan's answer. Who knows whether he would lie for the sake of face or not?
I just made a fortune telling in my mind.

Although divination was not Yang Gui's specialty, he was a saint after all, and he also worked part-time as a heavenly oracle. Within the Three Realms, there was no one he could not figure out. Even those saints hiding in the chaos outside the Three Realms could vaguely figure out a corner.

After he had divined, it turned out that Zhang Boduan was indeed just an ordinary immortal who had obtained this immortal dress by chance. Because it was a woman's dress, he had no idea how to use it and had kept it in the closet.

This finally satisfied Yang Gui, "Put it on."

"Full of problems." Hou Tu had already lost her patience.

Saints have plenty of magic power and methods, and Hou Tu is the ancestor of witches, so she won't be shy and hide to change clothes secretly. She stretched out her hand and pointed, a faint light flashed, and the colorful fairy clothes disappeared from her hand, and appeared on her body the next moment, even matching her height.

The dress is so natural that it makes people feel as if Hou Tu herself was wearing this dress.

"The saint is indeed... uh..." Zhang Boduan wanted to praise Hou Tu, but suddenly glanced at Yang Gui. It is said that this Taoist Hongjun's little closed-door disciple, the Jade Emperor's inner sect disciple, is not very open-minded.

He had been skeptical about these rumors before, but judging from the two sentences just now, these rumors were definitely embellished to save the face of the saint. The real Yang Gui must be ten times worse than the rumors.

In ancient China, words used to praise women were generally evaluated from a subjective perspective. Zhang Boduan was afraid of offending this neurotic saint, so he stopped talking abruptly in the middle of his words.

It just so happened that Zhang Boduan's approach was right. Yang Gui obviously didn't want a strange old man who collected women's clothing to evaluate his wife from such a strange perspective of usage evaluation.

"How do you feel?" Yang Gui looked at Hou Tu's pace which suddenly slowed down and found it quite interesting.

This kind of beautiful girl feeling seems to be pretty good.

"It's very ordinary." Hou Tu shook her head. Just walking those few steps took her nearly five minutes. This obviously had a huge impact on her worldview.

"Why are the women created by Senior Sister Nuwa so timid? Doesn't it mean that old lady Nuwa is also like this?" Hou Tu began to tease Nuwa behind her back.

As expected, the hatred between colleagues is naked. Although Hou Tu and Nu Wa got along well on the surface after meeting each other, and even became best friends as the only two female saints, Hou Tu was not soft-hearted when it came to gossiping behind their backs.

Even the ancestor witch is like this, not to mention that terrifying female saint who destroyed the entire Shang Dynasty in a rage. I don’t know how to deal with Hou Tu.

It is probably just the opposite of Hou Tu. In Nuwa's words, the female ancestor witch is vulgar and violent.

This is indeed true. When Nuwa designed the chaos to cause chaos in Cheng Tang Jiangshan, she was so angry that she even had the nerve to find three demons from Xuanyuan Tomb to manipulate her. This shows that she is a standard image of a woman.

It is natural and reasonable to have something to do with Hou Tu.

This is also normal. These two old ladies are not only the two women with the highest magical powers in the Three Realms, but also have few rivals in terms of appearance. This is what a saint is like. He has achieved harmony with the Tao.

Although he did not merge the entire Heavenly Dao like Hongjun, but only one of the Heavenly Daos, he also achieved perfection, and his appearance and figure would slowly change towards the most perfect trajectory of the Heavenly Dao.

Although it is not a drastic change, it is at least a minor cosmetic surgery. In the entertainment industry of later generations, the worst case scenario would be having two wisdom teeth extracted.

Perhaps millions of years ago, these individual saints did not look like this at all.

"Tear!"

The sound of cloth tearing interrupted Yang Gui's malicious speculation about the saint's disrespect. He looked up and saw that it was Hou Tu, who was really uncomfortable with the clothes. She did not take the initiative to destroy the colorful fairy clothes, but she just walked a few steps faster.

The so-called immortal clothes and magic weapons of this level could not withstand the power of her, the Ancestral Witch Saint, and were torn apart on the spot like ordinary clothes.

In an instant, Zhang Boduan closed his eyes, covered his eyes, and turned around. He completed these three actions in one go. He did it in the direction of Yang Gui on purpose to ensure that he could see clearly. His reaction was so quick that he didn't look like an old man at all.

Of course, there are no real old men among the gods, only the time of their enlightenment varies.

In fact, Hou Tu was not exposed. This kind of thing does not happen to saints. As long as she wanted to, she could stand still and no one else could see her.

Not to mention a "real person" like Zhang Boduan, even the ultimate quasi-saint who has killed the three corpses and is half a step away from becoming a saint, beings like Tathagata Buddha, Jade Emperor, Demon Master Kunpeng, and Zhenyuan Daxian, could not see anything.

Zhang Boduan also knew this, but he still had to maintain his attitude.

Turning his back would help him mourn for his colorful fairy clothes.

Although it was a woman's dress and he had no use for it, the main purpose of human civilization was to exchange materials. If he couldn't use it himself, couldn't he exchange it with a female fairy or a powerful person with female relatives in the future?

Now it’s rotten.

"Tsk, the old immortal treats this thing as a treasure, and you tore it up." Yang Gui mocked Hou Tu.

"You don't want to be beaten?" Hou Tu didn't care. "Whoever wants to wear this kind of stupid clothes that restrict freedom can wear it. I won't wear it anyway. My husband, how about you take in another concubine who can wear this kind of clothes?"

"No." Yang Gui was not joking, he really had no interest. He couldn't even handle one Hou Tu, so how could he take a concubine?
Besides, the emperor's concubines have to be called imperial concubines, so what is the title of the concubine of the Heavenly Dao? Is it so easy for the Heavenly Dao to marry?

With Yang Gui’s current status, no woman would be worthy of him unless he married Nuwa.

But how could a human being marry Nuwa?
Although Yang Gui was a person from another world, who was lured here by Hongjun, and was not a descendant of the people created by Nuwa; although the humans in this world were just molded by Nuwa and had no blood relationship with her, it was still too evil.

Of course, when Yang Gui is truly capable of bringing the Three Realms to perfection, and even to the next realm, then Yang Gui won’t need to explain his every move to anyone, even the rules governing the operation of the world. He can marry whoever he wants, and no one can stop him.

However, after experiencing so many events, Yang Gui no longer thought about such low-level interests as women.

It’s good to have this old lady Hou Tu.

Do you know how flexible Hou Tu’s waist is? Do you know how elastic her long legs are?
You can't know. If you dare to know, Saint Yang will use his Kamehameha to blast you to pieces.

"Yiqikouba, it seems that you are not blessed enough to wear women's clothes." Yang Gui sighed and decided to make some clothes for his wife based on the attire of later generations. The kind that would not hinder movement would definitely be liked by the female ancestor witch.

"Old Immortal, I'm sorry to trouble you." Yang Gui apologized to Zhang Boduan next to him.

In fact, according to real history, this guy was a person from the Song Dynasty, but in the world of immortals, he had already achieved enlightenment long ago, he just went down to the Song Dynasty to gain some experience.

So it’s really hard to say who is older between him and Yang Gui.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." Zhang Boduan's heart was bleeding, but he smiled, "I've accomplished the mission of this dress by having it tried by the Saint Hou Tu."

"Stop talking nonsense. How can we two saints take advantage of you?" Yang Gui was amused. This old man is really like that. Most of the gods who started from humble beginnings are probably like this. Under the rule of the heavenly court where many immortals gather, they must have their own way of survival.

"How about this, I'll compensate you with one piece of clothing since I ruined one of your clothes." Yang Gui thought about it, reached out and grabbed something, squeezed it casually, and threw it to Zhang Boduan.

"Fuck!" Even Zhang Boduan, the founder of the Northern School of Alchemy, couldn't help but curse.

“What is this…?”

"Oh, yes, it's the Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe." This thing was originally a magic weapon given to Chi Jingzi by Yuanshi Tianzun, and later passed on to his disciple Yin Hong by Chi Jingzi. It has extremely strong defensive capabilities, and can even ignore the divine whip. In the end, it must be a magic weapon of a saint, and the Tai Chi diagram of the Supreme Saint turned it into ashes.

Yang Gui searched the nine heavens and ten earths, gathered up the flying ashes that had fallen there, added some cloth to refine them again, and the magic weapon reappeared in the world.

"I'll give you this Mountain and River Fan as well." Yang Gui was not a stingy person. If he destroyed someone's clothes, he would give him another piece of clothes as compensation. Heaven would not let such a man down.

"It contains a river eight hundred miles wide that reaches the sky, a sacred mountain called Xumi, and a golden-winged roc that can be summoned. What do you think of this?" (End of this chapter)