Chapter 493 Maybe I'm Too Charming
Chapter 493 Maybe I'm Too Charming
"Brother Jie, are you looking for Nezha again?"
Looking at Tan Wenjie who was getting ready to go out again, Yang Jian always felt that something was not right.
Recently, apart from drinking, sleeping, and practicing Samadhi Divine Wind, Brother Jie has been going to Huashan to look for Nezha.
With Tan Wenjie taking the trouble to visit them frequently, Yang Jian was able to learn about the latest situation of his sister and Nezha in a timely manner. He felt less worried and worked harder in his studies and cultivation.
It's just that I go there too frequently, which delays Brother Jie's practice.
"Don't worry, I know what you mean." Tan Wenjie said, "I'm helping you visit Yang Chan, right?"
Yang Jian nodded: "That's right."
What he cares about most now is naturally his sister.
"Last time I promised to teach her how to play chess to relieve her boredom. Don't worry, she won't be bored."
After saying this, Tan Wenjie flew away on a cloud.
Yang Jian looked at Tan Wenjie's back as he left.
"..."
The more he said he shouldn't be at ease, the more he felt he shouldn't be at ease.
"The more he says he can rest assured, the less assured he is."
Yang Jian was shocked. How could someone speak his thoughts out loud? When he turned around, he found that it was Xiaotian Dog who was speaking.
"Roaring Sky Dog, I told you not to mess with Brother Jie."
"Master, I didn't provoke him. He is the one who always wants to eat dog meat hotpot." Xiaotian Dog defended in a low voice.
On the other side, Tan Wenjie has landed on Huashan Mountain.
Nezha's soul is reunited. The clay statue was made by Yang Chan with bare hands. It doesn't look very good. It can be seen that the future Three Holy Mothers really have no talent in handicrafts.
Because Nezha's appearance helped many people near Mount Huashan, some people began to believe in Nezha, and the number of incense burners gradually increased.
When he arrived at the temple, Tan Wenjie had already changed into his classic skin.
Ning Caichen's version of the scholar carries a book box on his back, which contains the things he has prepared.
"Brother Wenjie, you are here."
Yang Chan saw him coming and stood up in surprise.
Life in the Nezha Temple was too boring. Once the reputation of a temple spread, people would come here from hundreds of miles away to pray, so Yang Chan's job was more about guarding Nezha, which was equivalent to repaying his gratitude with all his heart.
As for the guards... Although Yang Chan has the same blood as Yang Jian, she did not have anyone as her master. She just learned some simple skills from Taiyi Zhenren, such as flying in the clouds, the art of transformation, etc. She had no problem dealing with some mortals, but she had no power to resist when facing demons and monsters.
Therefore, Tan Wenjie, who would come every once in a while, became the only person she could chat with.
Tan Wenjie took down the bookcase and took something out of it.
"I promised you last time to play chess with me. I brought the chessboard."
"What kind of chess piece is this?" Yang Chan looked around.
"Flying chess."
Tan Wenjie is allergic to elegance and cannot learn how to play Go. It's a pity that this is not Shang K, otherwise the gameplay of Flying Chess would not be as simple as it is now.
It was definitely not because he was worried that Yang Jian would come and fight with him that he restrained himself. He simply didn't have that intention.
"Yang Chan, you have to remember that scholars are not good people."
Tan Wenjie never forgets to instill the "Good Fairy Code" in his children when playing chess.
The most important thing is to stay away from scholars.
Later, Yang Chan became the Third Holy Mother and stayed alone on Mount Hua for a thousand years. Then she was harassed by a scholar named "Diezhu" and gave birth to Chenxiang.
It doesn’t matter who Chenxiang is born to, but he must guard against this “Diezhu” because any scholar could become “Diezhu”.
With so many people coming and going, it would be easy to be tempted if you are not careful, especially since Yang Chan is really young and it would be easy for her to be abducted and run away.
Yang Chan glanced at Tan Wenjie and said, "My father is a scholar."
"Except your father."
She asked again: "What about you, Brother Wenjie?"
"Except for me," Tan Wenjie emphasized, "all the rights of interpretation belong to me."
"That's unreasonable." She said, and then with a gentle smile on her face, she said, "I know what you mean, Brother Wenjie. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble for my second brother. I will stay with him until he succeeds."
Of course you wouldn't cause any trouble. When you found out that it was not easy for Yang Jian to change the old and corrupt rules of heaven, you chose to give birth to an assistant for him.
When fairies are in love, they are unreasonable.
"Well, remember to avoid those who dress like scholars, and those who don't look like scholars but like to herd cattle." Tan Wenjie added, "Except me."
Talking too much will annoy people, so Tan Wenjie stopped at the right time.
Yang Chan just smiled and nodded. She didn't hate the feeling of being nagged and controlled. She even missed it a little.
After her family was destroyed, she was now all alone and had no chance of being taken care of by anyone.
"Brother Wenjie, when will you go back?"
"In two more hours."
In two hours he will go back to the Republic of China world to search for new secret realms, and this time he will have to sleep for at least two and a half days.
It’s unsafe to sleep anywhere else, only Kunlun Mountain can give you peace of mind.
Yang Chan nodded slightly, but she felt sorry that the person who had been chatting with her had left. She had to stay here alone for a long time.
Flying chess, throwing dice.
After one round.
Tan Wenjie looked at Yang Chan in confusion.
Can someone who is good at playing Go also be good at playing Flying Chess?
In that case, he will have to play Tic-Tac-toe next time.
As long as the game types change quickly enough, he can win with his rich experience before the opponent masters the rules.
Yang Chan smiled, and when Tan Wenjie looked over, she asked in surprise, "Did I win?"
"It seems you don't understand the rules." Tan Wenjie said confidently, "Let's play another round."
In the second game, Tan Wenjie lost again.
The third game, the fourth game, the fifth game...
"I have to go now."
When the time came, Tan Wenjie immediately stood up and said goodbye.
He flew away on a cloud, leaving Yang Chan sitting alone in front of the flying chess board with a smile on her face.
She had no interest in this kind of game, and Go was more to her liking. However, since Tan Wenjie had put so much thought into it, she was too embarrassed to refuse.
After playing two games of Go against herself, she put away the Go board and took out the flying chess dice.
It turns out that I am not as interested in Go as I thought.
……
"Losing also depends on technique."
Flying in the sky, Tan Wenjie found an excuse for why he deliberately kept losing.
It would be easy for him to win. Throwing the dice is a matter of luck. He hasn't put on the lion dance pants or hung the merit wheel on his head, otherwise Yang Chan's luck would not be as good as his.
The Jade Emperor’s niece should not be luckier than me.
Suddenly, his attention was attracted by a figure in the sky.
Who is flying around dancing on top of it late at night without sleeping?
When Tan Wenjie flew closer, he saw that it was Chang'e, so he was fine.
The two sides looked at each other in silence, nodded slightly, and then parted.
Tan Wenjie was not very interested in Chang'e. He lived far away and there was a time difference, so he only had three years left. After three years, when Yang Jian finished his studies and Nezha reshaped his body, it would be difficult for him to hide away. But for Chang'e, only three days had passed in the sky. She just jumped around for a while, and the time it took to make two mooncakes had passed.
Chang'e didn't pay attention to Tan Wenjie, he was just a fairy who could fly in the clouds. There were not many people available in the Heavenly Palace now, and she almost lived in the Heavenly Palace. Since she had never seen Tan Wenjie, it meant that he was not a fairy from the Heavenly Palace.
So what if he's handsome?
So what if you look pretty?
After returning to Kunlun Mountain and landing, Tan Wenjie picked up the fairy wine and took a sip, directly filling up his vitality to 60 points.
Lie down and go to sleep directly.
Yang Jian:"……"
He has become accustomed to Tan Wenjie's style, and even his master Jade Ding Zhenren said that this is the norm after becoming an immortal.
Live forever, be healthy and free from disasters, and have nothing to do except drink and sleep.
……
[Discovered secret realm: Legend of Shushan]
[Blood Demon Catastrophe: Stop the Blood Demon Catastrophe and save the people of the world. Reward: 5000 magic money, 800 million experience]
[Identity: New disciple of Emei]
The land of Bashu is full of strange peaks and steep mountains.
It is rumored that there are swordsmen who absorb spiritual energy here to practice and can fly with swords.
When Tan Wenjie opened his eyes again, he was standing in line in the crowd in a white robe. As a deity, he was very good at hiding his aura. With a slight twitch of his nose, he could sense a slightly threatening aura, which should be Bai Mei from Emei.
He has been practicing for thousands of years and could ascend to heaven at any time, but he has always stayed in Emei. He is a powerful man of the righteous path.
"My sword is called Taiyi Fenguang Sword!"
A man with a pigtail in front drew out the sword in his hand and waved it gently. The sword split into several swords, and as he waved it, the split swords split again, as if endless.
When he stopped, the swords became one again.
"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed.
After getting the desired effect, the man with pigtails smiled and said, "You have been training in the mountains for a while. Next, you need to go to the Sword Peak to find your flying sword."
"Remember, every sword will find its own master, and every sword's master has a heroic story. After you get the sword, don't tarnish its reputation."
Seeing that no one responded, he asked loudly, "Do you understand?"
"I understand!" everyone answered loudly as if they were injected with chicken blood.
Tan Wenjie: “…”
He is allergic to the wolf-like corporate culture.
Suddenly, a purple cloud floated across the sky, drawing everyone's attention away.
The man with the pigtails also looked up, and then he asked, "Do you know Emei's twin swords of heavenly thunder?"
"Yes!" "No!"
There are basically only two possible answers, but everyone was so excited that veins bulged in their necks when they answered.
A dozen people actually shouted with the momentum of forty or fifty people.
"The twin swords of Heavenly Thunder are our most powerful magic weapons in Emei. When the two swords are combined, they are even more powerful. The figure just now was the Heavenly Swords."
This time, not only many disciples were excited, but even Tan Wenjie was attracted.
Magical weapon? He wasn't sleepy anymore when he heard that.
There are indeed many magic weapons in the world of Bao Lian Lantern, but he has to get them. At this stage, it would be more suitable for him to get some low-level magic weapons as a transition.
Seeing everyone's excitement, the man with pigtails said, "Come with me and find the sword that is destined for you."
"Yes!" Everyone responded loudly.
The team soon arrived in front of the sword peak, which was filled with swords of various shapes. A man standing in front of Tan Wenjie pulled out a red sword and swung it gently.
no response.
Just as he was about to insert it back, Tan Wenjie stopped him.
"and many more."
Under the other party's puzzled gaze, Tan Wenjie took the sword back.
No reaction? He directly poured in his magic power and forcibly controlled it.
[Weapon/Magic Weapon: Red Sword (★)]
【Level: 4】
[Damage +6%]
【Minds are connected, advance and retreat are determined by the heart】
[Emei Red Sword, the previous owner died eight hundred years ago]
[Set attributes: None]
It is indeed a magic weapon, although it is only the lowest level one.
He never needed Fei Jian's approval. He dominated Fei Jian because their relationship was not equal, so there was no need for discussion.
The red sword glowed red, immediately attracting the attention of others.
"He found his flying sword so quickly?"
"Let's find it quickly too."
The disciples had just seen the elegant figure of the Lord of the Heavenly Sword and were extremely excited. They wished they could be chosen by the ancient sword on the sword peak and become the proud genius of Emei County by slaying demons and monsters.
However, the actual situation is that the truly good swords will be noticed by Baimei in advance, and the important resources will always be controlled by him and will never be taken away by others.
The situation here attracted the attention of Li Yingqi, the master of Tianjian, who was far away. She just sighed that there were still outstanding disciples among them, but Youquan's attack was imminent and the geniuses had no time to grow, so everything was just empty talk.
Tan Wenjie let go of his hand, and the flying sword went out for a circle before returning to his hand.
"Brother, how do you recognize which sword is destined to be with you?" The man just pulled out another sword and asked Tan Wenjie puzzledly.
As he spoke, the man was still swinging the sword in his wrist, but the sword still did not respond.
"Bring the sword here, I'll help you take a look."
After the other party handed the sword to Tan Wenjie, the next moment, the flying sword burst into light.
"what?"
The situation here also attracted the attention of the man with pigtails, and he flew over to look at Tan Wenjie.
"Both swords chose you? I've never seen that before."
Tan Wenjie: "Maybe I'm too charming."
This was just the beginning. He was planning to collect all the magic weapons on the sword peak.
Now that we are here, we must not return empty-handed.
As he spoke, he grabbed another sword, and the flying sword was lit up again, flashing with light.
Everyone: "..."
"You wait here, I will go and report to the master." The man with pigtails flew away on his sword.
Tan Wenjie still maintained his speed, grabbed a sword, the flying sword was awakened and then floated obediently behind him, and then he grabbed another one.
Unfortunately, they are all 1★ magic weapons with almost no bonus, and are not even as powerful as the Xuanyuan Sword from Yan Chixia.
After a while, an old Taoist in a white robe and with long eyebrows flew in the sky and landed in front of Tan Wenjie.
Looking at the flying sword floating beside Tan Wenjie, he also didn't understand.
He had never seen anything like this in his thousand years of coaching.
"Master, what on earth is going on?"
"The flying sword on Jianfeng has been abandoned for thousands of years. Some people died and some inherited the flying sword. But so far, I only have 300 disciples in Emei."
According to Baimei, it would be a good thing for someone to inherit these flying swords, as it would be a good way to make good use of the waste.
What he is most concerned about now is the attack of the old demon Youquan and the top priority of the combination of the two Tianlei swords.
After saying "don't worry about it", Baimei turned and flew away.
Tan Wenjie looked at Baimei's departing figure and made an estimate in his mind.
It was probably about the same speed as before he learned to fly in the clouds, traveling three to five thousand miles a day. He was considered a god in the mortal world, but still a mortal in the eyes of gods.
However, Baimei is different from other cultivators. Others want to ascend but their cultivation is not enough, while Baimei suppresses his own strength and forces himself to stay here. He can ascend at any time when he wants.
In a novel, he would definitely be a protagonist who suppresses his own realm and defeats monsters above his level.
Tan Wenjie turned his head. Since Baimei didn't stop him, there was no need for him to be polite. He had thought before that if Baimei was reluctant to part with these scrap metals, he might have to fight first and then take them by force. Now it was easier.
He turned around and quickly drew his sword, but the other new disciples who followed him became anxious. If they continued, all the swords would be snatched away by him. Without a flying sword, how could he become a peerless master, turn the tide in times of crisis, win the heart of a beauty, and finally reach the pinnacle of life?
"My sword, I feel it!" A disciple held a dagger in his hand in surprise.
The sword was trembling slightly, trying to respond to him.
But a hand reached out.
The next moment, the dagger's connection with him was severed.
The disciple turned to look at Tan Wenjie blankly.
"You sensed it wrongly." Tan Wenjie pointed at the flying sword that flew behind him, "It's looking for me."
From day to night, the number of swords on the mountain was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the number of flying swords floating around Tan Wenjie was increasing and becoming densely packed.
The man with pigtails went to find Baimei again to report the situation. He always felt that something was wrong.
Baimei looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the sword peak, the flying swords swimming around him like a waterfall, and a dozen dazed figures in the distance.
The situation was indeed beyond his expectations.
Suddenly Baimei's heart moved.
He had no time to be distracted, as the old demon Youquan had already appeared in the Bashu area and was heading straight towards Emei.
Bai Mei transmitted his voice: "The Twin Heavenly Thunder Swords, the Seven Sons of the Clouds, and the three hundred Qingcheng disciples... Qingcheng disciples with flying swords, follow me to Panluo Valley to subdue demons and monsters!"
Tan Wenjie, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground picking wool, also opened his eyes.
He looked at the flying swords around him with some disdain. There were 1 swords in total, all of which were ★. No wonder Baimei didn't care.
"Subdue demons and monsters? I'm familiar with this!" Tan Wenjie jumped up, and the flying swords surrounding him quickly gathered into a super-large flying sword that appeared under his feet.
The disciples who came to choose swords were left watching helplessly. They would never have the chance to reach the pinnacle of their lives because Tan Wenjie did not leave any sword for them.
On the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain, Baimei rushed to Panluo Valley first, while the other disciples rode on their flying swords and turned into meteors across the night sky.
Then everyone saw a giant sword made up of countless flying swords flying towards them, and they all fell silent.
(End of this chapter)