The liver produces the strongest player

Jiang Yang said: "Maybe I joined the Dark Realm because I had no choice, but now, I can give you a chance to be a good person."

"How? Can this matter be settled?"

Miao Meng made her face bitter: "Does the concubine have any choice?"

Jiang Yang said: "If you have nothing else to do, you should hurry up and do it."

"Yes, Miao Meng is leaving."

After Miaomengshi finished speaking, he bowed and left.

When Envoy Miaomeng left, Miss Xue stepped forward.

"A person descended from the gods?" She said with a bit of confusion and a bit of novelty at the same time, "It seems that some interesting things have happened during the years I have been sleeping?"

"Almost forgot, you just woke up from a deep sleep, and you don't know about it yet." After dealing with the matter here, Jiang Yang walked back while explaining the changes that have taken place in the world in recent years.

Miss Xue was extremely surprised.

She sighed: "There is such a bizarre thing? People from another world...I really want to meet sometime."

Jiang Yang said with some amusement: "Haven't you seen this before?"

"When? Where?" Miss Xue was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Yang, "Could it be, you!??"

"What's so strange?" Jiang Yang pouted, "What a fuss."

……

The next day, Jiang Yang stayed at Jiang's house in Yong'an Town for a day, dealing with some trivial matters in life.

As for the so-called relatives who came to cling to the door, they were so frightened by the dark killer, and they had already escaped without a trace, so there was no need for Jiang Yang to deal with it.

In the evening, the night breeze blows.

In the courtyard of the Jiang family.

The maid, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was dragging an exquisite gold wine flask: "Master, this is the newly arrived wine, would you like to try it?"

Jiang Yang nodded slightly, and sitting opposite him was the master of the Jiang family.

There are Miss Jiang and Mrs. Jiang next to her.

Jiang Li said: "This is the best flower cake. I specially asked my servants to buy it from Fulaiju in the town. Do you want some?"

Jiang Yang smiled, ate the pastry, and then took a sip of the wine.

He doesn't know how to drink, the wine tastes bitter and burnt, but for some reason, he feels quite at ease.

The flower cake melts in the mouth, which is good: "This is delicious."

Mrs. Jiang quickly said: "Eat more if it tastes good, if it's not enough."

"Come back this time..." Mrs. Jiang continued, "Are you going?"

The movements in Jiang Yang's hands paused slightly.

Seeing this, Mr. Jiang immediately said: "What are you talking about? A good man has ambitions everywhere, and Yang'er is now in his prime, how can he stay at home all the time?"

Jiang Yang said: "There are some urgent matters to be done, we will leave tomorrow."

"And." Jiang Yang continued, "If some things are not resolved, you will not be safe."

"So fast?"

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

The happy and harmonious life of such a family belongs to him and does not belong to him.

Master Jiang quickly smoothed things over and said, "Yang'er is also thinking about us."

He sighed: "How about we have two drinks tonight?"

Jiang Yang said: "Alright."

……

After the others left, Master Jiang poured a glass of wine for Jiang Yang, and also poured a glass for himself.

He said, "I've heard a lot about people who descended from the gods recently..."

Jiang Yang didn't hide any more at this moment, but nodded: "You can see it."

The wine glass in Mr. Jiang's hand visibly trembled, and some of the wine spilled on the table.

He drank the wine in one gulp, then poured himself another glass.

He sighed, with a bitter expression on his face: "I know that no matter how hard Yang'er works, it is impossible for Yang'er to become a congenital expert from an ordinary person who does not know martial arts in just two years. "

He drank the second glass of wine, his face darkened, and asked again: "Before you came, he..."

Then he changed his words again: "What was your situation like when you came?"

Jiang Yang understood what he meant, and said, "A group of bandits slaughtered the caravan. When I woke up, I was in the pile of dead people."

Mr. Jiang nodded. He drank one cup after another before asking, "Can I ask you something?"

"You said."

"Can you please not tell my wife about this?"

"Are you afraid she won't be able to bear it?"

Master Jiang nodded sadly.

"I see." Jiang Yang replied.

He thought for a while, and then said: "If you don't dislike it, I can still be the young master of the Jiang family from now on."

"It's just that I do have a lot of things to do, and it's impossible to stay here forever."

Mr. Jiang didn't answer, or maybe he didn't know how to answer, he drank a glass of wine, and after a long time he said: "Can you chat with me?"

Jiang Yang also poured himself a glass of wine: "I'm not very good at chatting with people."

"It's fine if you don't dislike it."

He didn't say much, but when Mr. Jiang asked, he opened his mouth to answer.

Talked about Jiang Yang's experience abroad in the past two years.

The night was gradually getting darker, Mr. Jiang seemed a little drowsy from drinking, and fell asleep lying on the table when the moon was in the sky.

Jiang Yang called his servants and sent him back to his room before returning to his room to rest.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience, he felt that he didn't value family affection that much.

He sighed, looking at the frosty moonlight falling on the ground, he felt that in this life, apart from practicing martial arts and seeking Taoism, it seemed that it was difficult to have other things worth pursuing.

What other people need to cut off seems to be very weak from the beginning.

"Perhaps, that's fine." He thought to himself.

……

Now stop in Yong'an Town for a while, first to find out the Mozong's intentions, and second, to take a break from the busy schedule, so that Jiang Yang can relax and think about martial arts matters.

Now what he has learned by himself has become complicated again, such as swordsmanship, formation technique, mysterious god thunder, and many other Taoist techniques.

Although due to the illusion of ancient paintings, he has practiced each of them to a very high level, but it is also a bit messy.

If it continues like this, what he has learned will only gradually become mixed and impure, and in the end he will be good at everything, but he will not be able to master it.

What's more, he has already begun to think about the realm after breaking through. He feels that at this time, he should refine one, use this as the main way, sort out a set of his own system, and then carefully polish it to break through the next level in one fell swoop. realm.

"Dao Xin." He sat cross-legged in the room, thinking about this word in his heart.

He felt something in his heart, but at the same time he was a little confused.

He felt that he might have touched it, but subjectively speaking, he still couldn't fully understand it.

He shook his head, and simply let go of his thoughts, not thinking about it.

"Let's practice martial arts first." He felt that maybe he could find some inspiration in the process.

Thinking of this, he quickly calmed down and entered the illusion of ancient paintings.

This time in the illusion of ancient paintings, Jiang Yang did not choose the scene of Lingwei. (end of this chapter)