Harvesting Yin

After Yang Que returned to the cave, he sat cross-legged and began to practice the Vajra Burning Sun Art.

After this period of uninterrupted cultivation, now the layer of golden light has spread from the palm of his hand to half of his arms. As long as he performs the exercises, a layer of golden light will instantly appear on both arms, like a golden armor, which is indestructible .

He closed his eyes, mana surged in his body, and a golden glow began to gradually glow on his hands.

A day passes in a blink of an eye.

In the evening, he opened his eyes, stopped practicing, and thought of the girl standing alone on the edge of the cliff, he shook his head and smiled wryly: "It seems that after I was kissed by her, I will never forget her."

However, he knew very well in his heart that this was not a liking. The girl's appearance and figure were very good, and she was probably still a perfect body. If she could use it for cultivation, it would be the best.

In Shenhu Palace, his only goal is to obtain the snow marrow spiritual fruit, and to obtain this rare spiritual fruit, he absolutely cannot do without strong strength.

Therefore, he thought about cultivation all the time. If a not-so-ugly woman came to his door to let him practice, he would never refuse, not to mention that girl was very beautiful.

He is not a gentleman, he is just an ordinary man who is willing to do everything for his wife.

Therefore, he will not let go of any opportunity to make himself stronger.

Open the stone gate, the setting sun falls on the horizon, the sky is full of red clouds, and the lonely snowflakes are still fluttering quietly.

He pondered for a moment, no longer hesitated, closed the cave door, and walked outside.Going to Hongxia Cliff to accompany the girl named Miaomiao.

When he walked to the huge square in front of him, he heard a burst of fierce quarrels and shouting, and at the same time saw a group of low-level guards gathered together.The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

Yang Que didn't like to be nosy, and didn't bother to look too much. When he was about to pass by indifferently, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Jian's figure in the crowd.

He was slightly taken aback, and stopped in his tracks.

Although Zhang Jian was a bit tactful, he was still his friend, and he even risked being discovered by patrolling monks.Take him into the snow orchard, and then often come to chat with him and talk about some interesting things.

The relationship between the two.Not bad.

So now that he saw this scene, he naturally couldn't ignore it.

"Your name is Zhang Jian? Isn't it just a monk who has just become a low-level guard? Why are you dragging?" In the crowd, there was a black-faced monk who was tall and thick.He looked at Zhang Jian with disdain.

"That's right. Do you know, kid? We are all old men among the low-level guards. If you dare to be arrogant in front of us, aren't you looking for a draw?" a monk echoed.

"Don't talk nonsense with the kid. Let's beat him up. If he still doesn't wink, let's continue to beat him until he doesn't even know him!" Another monk said negatively.

Yang Que stepped forward.After listening for a while, I knew the general idea of ​​the matter.

It turned out that Zhang Jian was going to find a friend.When passing by here, he was a little absent-minded, and accidentally bumped into the black-faced monk, but the other party quit. No matter how much he apologized, he had to take out a top-quality magic weapon to compensate him before letting him go.

The low-level guards wandering around seemed to know the black-faced man. Hearing his shout, they all gathered around to help, uttering vicious words and wanting to beat Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian is full of grievances. Although he is a little apprehensive, he is absolutely unwilling to give the other party a top-quality magic weapon so easily, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that this black-faced monk is deliberately blackmailing him. He deliberately set a trap.

And these monks who gathered around, seeing that he was a newcomer, naturally wouldn't help him, instead they followed the black-faced monk with flattering faces, forcing him to hand over the magic weapon.

"Friend Daoist, I really didn't mean it just now. Let me apologize to you. Let's forget about it, okay?" Zhang Jian was furious, but he had no choice but to bow his head and apologize.

Hearing this, the black-faced monk sneered, and said, "How much is an apology worth? I was just resting my eyes and comprehending, but you suddenly bumped into me, and suddenly I lost the opportunity to break through. I didn't destroy you immediately, but Letting you pay for the magic weapon is to let you down, why, you still want to push forward?"

"Who wants to get ahead, everyone knows in their hearts? I just accidentally bumped into you, can't I apologize? Why do you have to be aggressive?" Zhang Jian couldn't help it when he heard it, and became annoyed.

"Yo, what's the matter? You did something wrong and dare to play tricks on me?" Hei Lian's face darkened when he heard this, and he said, "Boy, if you don't come up with a magic weapon to make up for it today, I'll tell you, you will I can only stay here, I can't go anywhere!"

Zhang Jian clenched his fists, his eyes almost burst into flames, and said angrily, "You...you're deceiving people too much! Believe it or not, I'll go to the law enforcement team to file a complaint?"

"Oh, you go, you go now." The black-faced monk was not afraid, sneered, and said: "There are so many people watching here, they all know that you hit me, and everyone can testify that this is your fault." Wrong, even if you go to the law enforcement team to file a complaint, you will definitely be punished. And, when the time comes, don’t talk like a lion!”

"You..." Zhang Jian was trembling with anger, but he couldn't argue.

The crowd was full of jokes and laughed gloatingly.

"Why, are you willing to take out the magic weapon?" the black-faced monk mocked.

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and lowered his head. The anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of helplessness and humiliation.

Just as he was dejected and about to take out his magic weapon to compromise, Yang Que squeezed into the crowd, patted him on the shoulder suddenly, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, are you looking for me here?"

Zhang Jian was startled, and hurriedly turned around to look at him with joy on his face: "Junior Brother Yang, you are here, I am indeed here to look for you."

Yang Que smiled, nodded, turned his eyes to the black-faced monk, and said, "Cheng Daoyou, what's the matter with you surrounding my friend?"

The black-faced monk just saw Yang Que talking to Zhang Jian, and his heart suddenly "thumped", knowing that it was a bad dish, and when he heard him call Zhang Jian intimately, he was even more frightened to death.

As a small leader of the low-level guards, he had naturally heard about Yang Que's background. Even his boss Wang Qiang and others tremblingly called himself his younger brother when they saw him, let alone him, a little Xiami who was even more humble.

A few days ago, he even witnessed the owner of the Snow Orchard bring a large basket of spiritual fruits to Yang Que to make amends, as if in the orchard, the owner's subordinates offended Yang Que.

How could he provoke such an awesome character?

"No...it's nothing. We just saw this fellow daoist face-to-face, so we came over to talk, and it was almost..." the black-faced monk trembled with fear in his heart.

Those monks who gathered around to watch the fun naturally knew Yang Que. Seeing this scene, everyone scolded the black-faced monks in their hearts. Are you looking for death for nothing?

"That's right, we're just here to talk to this senior brother, there's no other purpose." Everyone nodded with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Oh, is that so?" Yang Que smiled, but looked at Zhang Jian beside him.

Seeing that he was about to die, the black-faced monk quickly bent down to apologize to Zhang Jian, then took out a top-quality magic weapon, handed it over, and said flatteringly: "Brother Zhang, I was blind just now, I accidentally lost my eyesight When I met you, you will never forget the faults of a villain, forgive me, huh?"

Zhang Jian was stunned, looking at the black-faced monk who changed his face so quickly in front of him, he was a little stunned, and at the same time, he felt even more awed by Yang Que's prestige.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal, I don't want the things." Looking at the black-faced monk who was still yelling at him just now, he suddenly bowed his head flatteringly, Zhang Jian was quite happy in his heart.

"That can't be done. Brother Zhang must accept this magic weapon, otherwise I will feel uneasy." The black-faced monk said without any explanation, and directly stuffed the magic weapon into Zhang Jian's palm, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Okay, you guys go away, Senior Brother Zhang and I still have something to talk about." Yang Que glanced at the black-faced monk and stopped pursuing it.

Hearing this, the black-faced monk was overjoyed, and hurriedly bid farewell and left.

The onlookers also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dispersed.

"Junior brother Yang, thank you." Although Zhang Jian called Yang Que his junior, he lowered his head and looked respectful.

Although Yang Que asked him to call it that way, he also had self-knowledge and knew the gap between the two, so he didn't dare to be rude. (To be continued..)