Climbing up to the second floor of the bamboo building, pushing open the half-covered door, a faint scent of pear blossoms hit your face.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw his uncle Wen Yuheng lazily leaning on the couch.
This is a beautiful woman over two hundred years old. Although she is over two hundred years old, she does not look old at all, and her appearance is no less impressive than that of a woman in her thirties. She is wearing a light blue translucent dress.
Wearing a gauze Taoist robe, her face is tender and smooth, and her neck is like beautiful porcelain just out of the kiln.
Her swollen breasts were like the full moon, rising and falling with the even rhythm of breathing. Looking down, she saw that her waist was tightened. It turned out that she was wearing a blue-white belt, knotted at will. It was hidden under the gauze robe.
The two long, round legs are intertwined with each other, white and tender, like two big white pythons.
This is Jiang Yang's uncle, the thirty-seventh generation disciple of Qingyuan Temple, Wen Yuheng.
Taoist name "Yuheng Zhenren".
It is very famous throughout the country.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Yuheng raised his eyes and looked up.
Seeing Jiang Yang's crazy expression, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
Then, he casually picked up the wine gourd at hand and took a sip: "Look at your crazy attitude...have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, come over and play a few games with your uncle."
Wen Yuheng called softly and pointed to the position opposite. There was no blame in his words.
This kind of thing...just get used to it.
While the two were cleaning up the chess pieces on the chessboard, the ugly clawed frog jumped off Jiang Yang's shoulder and landed on the table with a chirp.
Listening to the sound, this one is quite heavy.
No wonder it attracts so many female devil's claw frogs to be deceived.
It tilted its head and looked at Wen Yuheng stupidly with a silly face.
"This little guy is really interesting. I haven't seen him for a few days. How come his belly is so round and he is not afraid of bursting?" Wen Yuheng covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyebrows trembled, and he stretched out his finger to poke the devil's claw frog's belly.
The clawed frog lay down with its legs in the air.
Revealing her round white belly, she looked like she was enjoying herself.
"My lord, you have a good appetite and your food will be naturally round." Jiang Yang responded.
Wen Yuheng nodded and did not deny it. As an uncle, she did not have much objection to her nephew adopting this low-level monster as a little pet in the temple.
Normally, it can be used as a pet for fun, but the name is a bit weird.
What is it called ‘Toad King’!
"Uncle, it's still the same old rules. My nephew is stupid and can't play Go. Let's play backgammon."
"Okay, it's up to you."
Wen Yuheng's voice had a lazy tone, slightly hoarse.
It sounds very comfortable, like an ear massage.
Put away the chess pieces and the game begins.
Wen Yuheng withdrew his frog-playing hand, hugged the chess box, and took it very seriously, as if he was a different person.
"I was lucky enough to let you win a game last time. I won't be soft this time, Uncle Master." Wen Yuheng said harshly.
"Bring the horse over here." Jiang Yang crossed his legs, frowned, and was very energetic.
Half an hour later, it was late at night.
The rain was pattering outside the window, and the smiling Taoist nun blinked and teased the little guy in her hand.
Finally, he glanced at Jiang Yang across from him and said, "Don't look at it, my Bull Formation is impeccable."
"..." Jiang Yang frowned and was speechless for a while.
The uncle secretly learned his own Bull Formation, but in turn, he killed himself and left nothing behind.
He grabbed a few chess pieces casually, thought about it and put them down. Jiang Yang surrendered, shook his head and sighed: "Uncle Master is really merciless... I didn't let my nephew win even one game all night, how can you do this, Master?"
Uncle’s?”
Wen Yuheng smiled slightly, gathered up the chess pieces, and said happily: "Come again, come again, fight until dawn."
At first, Wen Yuheng was a little disdainful of the backgammon invented by Jiang Yang.
I think it is too simple, has few changes, and was created by children.
But as time went by, after playing a few games.
She found that this novel chess game had a lot of fun.
There are few changes and the situation is short, which is suitable for the bad chess player like me.
The most important thing is to win.
Jiang Yang quickly waved his hand and refused: "Uncle Master, I won't come. My nephew has to get up early to practice tomorrow. He needs to go to bed early at night to recuperate... King Toad, let's go and go back to sleep."
Wen Yuheng immediately sat up straight, pinched Jiang Yang's wrist and felt it for a moment.
"Hmm...it's not bad. It's closer to the God Refining Realm than yesterday, just a little bit closer. It seems that this method of breaking through the realm really works."
Wen Yuheng scratched his eyebrows with his little finger and continued: "However, it has been ten years and you are still stuck at the peak of the Qi refining stage. Don't you think you should give it a try with a more powerful opponent?"
Wen Yuheng looked at Jiang Yang with bright eyes.
As my nephew, he has become a completely different person since he woke up from his obsession with practicing martial arts ten years ago.
He is no longer so adventurous and aggressive, nor does he talk about revenge, but is extremely steady.
This change is good, but Wen Yuheng always feels that Jiang Yang is too steady.
To use another word to describe it, that is:
fear death!
Only by gaining insights in battle can he break through the shackles of the Qi refining period.
But he spent ten years entangled with the clawed frog in the back mountain.
Beat you to death.
Although we are getting closer to breaking through every day, this progress is really slow.
It's hard to imagine how Jiang Yang had such patience and perseverance.
Jiang Yang quickly shook his head: "Uncle, nephew, I'm still very weak."
After hearing this, Wen Yuheng put his hand to his forehead and lamented.
In the end, there is no more advice.
Instead, he reached out and patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder, asking him to continue working hard.
Being afraid of death also has its benefits.
It avoids the days and nights when I first came here.
At that time, Wen Yuheng was worried to death, fearing that this young nephew would push him too hard.
For now, let's do this.
There will be a breakthrough one day.
"Oh, I almost forgot about the real thing."
Suddenly, Wen Yuheng reached out and patted her smooth forehead. She stood up and trotted to the desk, brought back a brocade box with both hands, and pushed it in front of Jiang Yang.
"Uncle Master, what is this?" Jiang Yang stepped forward and asked curiously.
"The leader's token."
"?"
Wen Yuheng held his chin with one hand, tapped the side of his face with his index finger, and explained: "Your uncle, I have been deeply enlightened recently, and I want to practice in seclusion for a while... I may not be in the temple for a long time, so I will temporarily hand over this token of the leader of Qingyuan Temple.
I will keep it with you, and from now on, you will be the leader of our Qingyuan Temple."
"Huh? Me?" Jiang Yang pointed at himself and was shocked, and subconsciously stood up: "I can't do it."
As usual, I went to the back mountain to bully the clawed frog before dawn.
After coming back, my uncle will go into seclusion and he will become the leader?
This "surprise" is a bit big!
However, Jiang Yang was startled.
He suddenly remembered the scene when his master left three years ago. It could not be said that it was exactly the same as the scene tonight, but it was also 99% similar.
At that time, Master's excuse was to travel around the world.
But how can anyone travel all over the world for seven years without returning and not even receive a single letter during this period?
Isn’t this somewhat unjustifiable?
Later, after many inquiries, Jiang Yang found out that the master chose to run away with the bucket and fall into the arms of other sects because he could not see the future of Qingyuan Temple.
Currently, I am starting my new life as the master of a peak in which major sect.
Tonight, Uncle Master...is leaving too?
Do you want to join the Master or another one?
"Uncle Master, you can't leave. What will I do if you leave?" Jiang Yang tightly hugged one of Wen Yuheng's arms and said miserably: "Uncle Master is leaving, and you have to take me with you no matter what."
This is a world where the weak eat the strong and fairies and demons run rampant.
In the past, when Uncle Master, a great expert in cultivating immortals, was in charge of Qingyuan Temple, others did not dare to covet him. But once Uncle Master left, he, a little qi-refining scumbag, was not enough for others to fill their teeth.
Within three days, Qingyuan Temple is guaranteed to be wiped out.
Wen Yuheng pushed Jiang Yang away in disgust, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm going to retreat, it's not like I won't come back."
Jiang Yang pursed his lips and said with tears in his eyes: "Master said the same thing before he left."
Wen Yuheng: "..."
After sighing a few times, Wen Yuheng lazily stood up and stood by the window.
Let the cold wind ruffle your hair and make your thoughts confused.
"Uncle, I..."
Before Jiang Yang could finish speaking, Wen Yuheng raised his hand to hook the hair beside his ear and waved his hand lightly: "It's getting dark, let's talk about this matter tomorrow."
"Oh..." Jiang Yang responded, not daring to disobey.
But before leaving, he said pitifully: "Uncle, don't sneak away while I'm asleep."
"Your uncle, I am that kind of person..."
Wen Yuheng turned around and chuckled: "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, I lied to you that I am a puppy."