I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 81 Goodbye is not like before

Yang Jian said nothing, but quietly raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes gradually became firm.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, I'll make noodles for you." Qingyu looked at Yang Jian's expression, and probably guessed that his decision might not be so easy to change. After all, it was revenge for killing his father. just let it go?

"Master—disciple is with you."

"Ah."

In the kitchen, Qingyu was kneading the dough, and Yang Jian was picking cabbage.

The two of them didn't speak any more, they both enjoyed this short and peaceful time.

Qingyu put water in the pot, and Yang Jian lit a fire. She looked at him, feeling inexplicably sad: Today is the sixth day, and I suppressed the magic breath in his body for the time being, but it was hard to get rid of it. Will it kill Yang Jian in seven days as Lingzi said?There must still be something!

"Master?"

"Ok?"

"The water is boiling."

"Oh." Sapphire reacted and put the noodles into the water.

"What is Master thinking?" Yang Jian smiled, and his smile was a little bit more frosty, and it was no longer as hearty as before.

"I'm wondering if the fruit wine under the tree in the yard is ready."

"I'm going to dig out an altar to taste it now." Yang Jian threw the firewood in his hand into the pot, got up and walked under the tree.

"Yang Jian--"

"What's the matter? Master?"

"Let Xiaojiao turn into a shovel and dig." Qingyu threw a light fan at Yang Jian, who took it.

Suddenly, Xiaojiao turned into a human form and complained: "Real man—why don't you let the master use spells to transform one directly? Isn't it too good to use me to dig soil?"

"Hahaha..." Qingyu shook her head and smiled, "It's true that I didn't think carefully and almost wronged our little Jiao."

Seeing Xiaojiao's expression, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing.

The black breath on Xiaojiao's body has been removed by the sapphire. After all, Xiaojiao has not drank the evil thing, but has only been contaminated with some, so it is easier to erase the traces of the evil thing.

Thinking of this, Qingyu couldn't help feeling sad, how could he force that thing out of Yang Jian's body?

Qingyu put the noodles on the table, and the wine jar was washed clean by Yang Jian.

A technique of sound transmission across thousands of miles: "Xiaofu, bring the Xiaotian dog here and make delicious food for you."

With a snap of the fingers, Xiaofu appeared in front of Qingyu with Xiaotiangou in his arms.

Four people, one dog, sat around a stone table.

The noodles are steaming hot just out of the pot, and the aroma of the freshly opened fruit wine is overflowing.

Yang Jian poured a cup for everyone in Qingyu.

"Let's have a drink together! Toast to ourselves!" Seeing that several people didn't move their chopsticks and didn't dare to raise their glasses, Qingyu picked up the wine glasses and sent them out.

"Okay! Listen to the real person!" Xiaojiao agreed, and everyone raised their wine glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ahem..." Qingyu drank a little too hard, and smiled awkwardly.

"The wine brewed by Master is very delicious." Yang Jian poured himself another glass: "This one, respect Master!"

"Let's respect real people together!"

Qingyu raised her glass in a daze and drank it. The words on the wine table were a bit complicated, and she was unable to catch up for a while.

"Eat the noodles quickly, the noodles won't taste good when they get lumpy later." Qingyu said as she picked up a chopstick and put it into her mouth.

"Ah."

"Renren—were you a mortal before? How come the food cooked in the mortal world is so delicious?"

"Really, I ate such delicious noodles today, and I feel a little regretful that I have practiced bigu. Every day when I am hungry, I come to have a bowl. I don't need to practice to look like a god..."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"..."

The drinking capacity of the two little demons is really not that bad. They only drank three or two glasses, and their eyes were blurred and their speech was a little scattered.

"Is my cup too big?" Qingyu leaned over and asked with a chuckle in Yang Jian's ear.

"Then next time I'll make some smaller cups." Yang Jian also smiled.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

A few people chatted in disorder until the wine in the altar was exhausted, and Xiao Jiao and Xiao Fu fell asleep lying on the table.

Are all goblins so bad at drinking?
"Master, go to rest, I'll clean up the dishes." Yang Jian volunteered.

"Well, after eating, send the Xiaotian dog back to Jinxia Cave." Qingyu also felt her head was a little heavy, obviously the fruit wine was not strong, and it seemed that she didn't drink much.

"it is good."

Xiaofu turned into a green vine and slipped into Qingyu's waist, and Xiaojiao turned into a light fan and flew to Yang Jian's hand.

After eating and drinking, walking for a walk is really very pleasant. Yang Jian walked on the mountain trail, and Xiao Tiangou obediently followed behind Yang Jian.

It was another familiar place, Yang Jian stopped in front of the cave, and looked up at the three big characters that are powerful yet soft - Jinxia Cave.

The Xiaotian dog barked a few times towards the cave, and Yang Jian regained his composure and walked into the cave.

The scene in front of him shocked him, he stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the big flat rock - there was actually a person lying there!who is it?It's my elder brother Yang Jiao!

Yang Jian trembled and rushed over, but found that Yang Jiao was motionless and his whole body was icy cold.

I checked my nose and felt my pulse again, but there was no sign of life anymore.

He closed his eyes silently, and called out: "Brother...Brother..."

Hatred and remorse poured into Yang Jian's heart like waves at that moment. He tightly held Yang Jiao's cold hand, and the black breath around his body gradually became thicker.

"Big brother-"

Yang Jian spread out his palm, and a drop of water floated out, and then one drop after another of tears gathered with that drop of water.

A strange yet familiar figure appeared in front of Yang Jian.

"Big brother—is that you? Big brother?" Yang Jian shouted excitedly, and jumped at Yang Jiao, but he didn't think about it, but he jumped on the stone platform.

Turning his head, Yang Jiao's remnant soul was still there.

"Big brother-"

"Erlang—" Yang Jiao opened his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep for a long time.

He had waited for more than three years for the big brother, and he had missed the Erlang for more than three years.

Yang Jian raised his palm and wanted to touch Yang Jiao, but unfortunately he couldn't, so his eyes were filled with disappointment and pain.

"Erlang, I didn't expect that we would see each other again. I didn't expect that I finally heard the voice of big brother again." Yang Jiao seemed very satisfied, there was no slyness in his eyes when he was manipulated by Lingzi, only the secret sadness The meaning and love like an old father.

"Brother—why are you so stupid? Why?"

"I didn't want to disturb you at first, and I wanted to use any means to meet my mother, but I didn't expect...I didn't expect to make everything so bad and wrong you, Erlang." Yang Jiao's eyes were full of distress.

"Brother, it's not your fault, it's not your fault..." Yang Jian's tears rolled down his face one drop after another, shaking his head to comfort him: "It wasn't your fault in the first place..."

(End of this chapter)