If his teacher can achieve such cultivation in fourteen years, he will never be an ordinary person.

"The teacher is very good. Brother, your cultivation is really poor. It's dangerous in the army. I've seen the teacher, but I can't tell you some magical powers."

Yang Jian smiled and dragged Yang out of the door.

Yang Kai felt a little hasty at first, and after hearing the word "supernatural power", he agreed.

Although he is not greedy for other people's supernatural powers, he is also extremely curious about how this master can train his younger brother to this way.

The damaged long street is still in chaos and many people are repairing it.

Seeing Yang Jian, many people greeted him with a smile, and Yang Jian responded one by one with a smile.

"Erlang, what kind of person is your teacher?"

Yang Kai glanced around and felt a little nervous in his heart for some reason.

"Teacher..."

Yang Jian was stunned. When he was about to speak, he felt something was wrong. He pondered for a moment, but smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know either..."

"have no idea?"

Yang Kai was also stunned.

"In my eyes, the teacher is like a vast ocean, with waves hidden in peace, easy-going but not daring to approach easily..."

Yang Jian said, stopping: "You can't speak your teacher behind your back. Brother, don't ask me, you'll see you later."

Thinking of the teacher, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh.

Although he called him a teacher, he knew that the teacher had never spoken up as his disciple.

What I have practiced over the years is half of self-understanding, and half of it is secretly passed on to me by my little sister from her teacher.

"Um."

Yang Kai nodded, but became more and more curious.

In the past half a month, my parents have accompanied him almost every day, telling him about the changes in Longning City over the years.

The one who mentioned the most was her younger brother, younger sister, and her master, but she had never said a few words about her younger brother, and she seemed to have great awe.

His senses were very sharp and clearly captured a throbbing in his younger brother's heart.

......

"call!"

Yang Meng slowly opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Longning City is close to the East China Sea, with mild weather and rarely has a cruel sky. However, the trees are not evergreen and the flowers are not unforgettable.

Wherever it exhaled, yellow leaves were falling, and they were blown by this breath and swirled up, but the yellow color on it gradually faded away.

When it fell down again, it was pinched by a jade-like palm, it was already green and dripping, like a tender bud that had just grown in early spring.

"Little sister, you have practiced better than me in 'anti-original origin'."

A young boy, who was four feet tall and about two feet round, looked at the pretty girl under the tree with a tender young man sighed.

The magical power of the anti-original origin is the magical power of plants and trees. He became a monster with vegetables, but the most suitable one is, but this girl's progress is not much slower than him, which naturally makes him sigh.

The brother is perverted and the sister is perverted. Why is the old Yang family so lucky?

"How can I compare to Brother Xiaobai?"

Yang Meng smiled pursed her lips. She was not as handsome as her brother, her facial features were quite elegant, and she had a sense of vitality on her body.

She glanced at Cai Xiaobai, who only reached her chest, and teased: "Brother Xiaobai, you haven't seen each other for a month, you seem to have grown a lot taller!"

"Yeah?"

Cai Xiaobai was a little surprised at first, and then his face pulled down again: "Okay, Xiaomei Yang, dare to tease me!"

"Hehe~"

Cai Xiaobai jumped up in anger, but the girl ran away with a smirk, turned around the old tree, reached out to pinch a short tail, and pulled down the lazy rabbit eight on the tree, which was half asleep and half awake.

"Sister Yang!"

The rabbit eight let out a shocking roar: "You pulled my tail again!"

“Hehe~”

One man and two demons were circling around the tree, playing and laughing.

The demon lives longer than humans. Whether it is the rabbit or the vegetable Xiaobai, it is really not much older than Yang Xiaomei.

One person and two demons are excellent playmates. They are lying on the rocking chair, but An Qisheng, who seems to have not opened his eyes for a long time, is no longer surprised.

"Ah! My second brother is here!"

Suddenly, Yang Meng let out a scream, and opened the door with a flash, and the slutty swallow threw herself into Yang Jian's arms as if she was throwing into Yang Jian's arms:

"Second brother, I miss you so much!"

"You."

Yang Jian touched the little sister's hair: "Brother is here too."

"Big brother?"

Yang Xiaomei half-tilted her head and saw Yang Kai: "You, are you the eldest brother? My mother said you have joined the army and have not been back in so many years!"

"Little sister."

Yang Kai could only smile bitterly, not talking about military control. Even if there is no such thing as a long journey, it would be easier to go back and forth?

"Don't be disrespectful to my elder brother!"

Yang Jian rebuked.

Only then did Yang Xiaomei stick out her tongue and bow to Yang Kai: "My sister has met her elder brother."

The three brothers and sisters said a few words.

Yang Kai then came to his senses and bowed to An Qisheng: "Yang Kai pays homage to Senior."

Yang Jian also bowed together.

"alright."

An Qisheng slowly stood up, his eyes swept over the three brothers and sisters of the Yang family, and finally fell on Yang Jian: "It's good to go out for a walk."

"I'm leaving, too."

"ah?"

Yang Jian's eyes moved, but Yang Xiaomei had already screamed, full of reluctance and panic: "Teacher, where are you going?"

"Teacher, where are you going? Will Mengmeng accompany you?"

Sister Yang hugged An Qisheng's arm and her eyes were roaring.

"Some things to be done, and where to go is hard to say."

Touching the head of the little disciple, An Qisheng stared at the depths of the sky, with a calm expression: "There is no banquet that never ends. I have been here for fourteen years, which has been a long time."

The Emperor Heaven Realm has a lot of inspiration. Even ordinary people who do not understand cultivation still have a life span of three hundred years, and more than ten years are not long.

But for An Qisheng, it is enough to do many things.

"teacher....."

Yang Jian wanted to speak but stopped, not knowing what to say.

"You and I have no relationship with master and disciple..."

An Qisheng glanced at the present body of the God of War Qing.

Qingtian has already died, Yang Jian is not Qingtian, but he has his own way. It would be fine if he didn't know it, but it would be impossible to accept disciples if he knew it.

The latter's eyes dimmed.

"But you and I have a fate after all..."

An Qisheng raised his finger slightly, and a slight golden light floated out of his body, turning into a divine light from his fingertips.

Click to Yang Jian’s eyebrows:
Chapter completed!