She transmigrated into Yang Jian's older sister and took Nezha and Sun Wukong as her younger br

Chapter 51 The Jade Emperor Visits Guanjiang Estuary

"Yang Jiao".

The man repeated the name several times, then asked:

"The 'delicate' in 'spoiled'?"

Yang Jiao smiled and corrected him:

"It's the 'Jiao' in 'bright moon,' uncle."

Upon hearing the word "uncle".

He frowned almost imperceptibly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

However, she still raised her hand that was behind her back and gently placed it on Xiao Yangjiao's head, making her head lower and revealing her chubby double chin.

Upon seeing this, the newcomer's eyes crinkled into a smile.

He said softly:

How is your mother?

That's perverted!

Yang Jiao immediately looked at him warily.

What kind of person is that, coming up to ask if someone's mother is doing well?

The middle-aged man suddenly realized that his question was inappropriate, cleared his throat, and asked again:

"Is your father good to your mother?"

Okay, it's confirmed.

That's a pervert!

Yang Jiao swiftly flew behind the River God and hid there. He then lifted the River God's bent back, leaving only his eyes exposed as he stared at the inexplicable little deity.

cough.

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, pressing his fist to his lips, and stopped teasing her, asking again:

"Since I consider you a young friend, I naturally want to ask how your parents treat you."

Fearing she wouldn't believe him, he added:

"Are there any vacancies in Heaven right now? If your parents treat you badly, I can take you up to Heaven."

Oh, I see.

Yang Jiao felt relieved.

After all, this immortal uncle in front of her had accepted a peach as a bribe, so naturally he wouldn't expose her.

We're all in the same boat, after all.

The older man found her adorable, her thoughts written all over her face, and her innocent and guileless demeanor endearing, so he took a few more steps toward her.

Point your fingertip at the river god blocking the way.

"Aah~"

He instantly plunged into the rushing river and disappeared without a trace, with only a few water plants drifting further and further away with the current.

"River God!"

Yang Jiao buried her head in the water, searching for a long time but couldn't find the River God. Just as she was getting anxious, she felt a tightness around her neck.

He was then picked up.

The immortal uncle lifted her up to his eye level with just two fingers.

All I could see was his face clearly reflected in his dark eyes.

Yang Jiao struggled.

"Uncle, please put me down quickly, I need to go save the river god."

Have you ever seen a river god who has drowned?

Okay, Yang Jiao stopped struggling.

With a wave of his hand, the immortal uncle calmed the rushing river instantly, and only after the noise of the water subsided did he gently put her down.

Her gaze lingered on the jade branch that had given her footing, then shifted away in an instant.

"Alright, now no one's bothering us while we talk."

"Jiaojiao, what kind of person is your father?"

The celestial official who reported had already relayed all the information about Yang Tianyou, but he still wanted to hear what Yang Jiao had to say.

She thought for a moment and remembered that her father was clearly a weak scholar, but when she was just born, she was incredibly strong and accidentally injured him hundreds of times without ever crying out in pain.

Eh?

That stubborn little brother of mine at home is just like Yang Tianyou!

Yang Jiao's expression was enough to prove that she had thought of something funny.

"Thank you for your kindness, uncle, but I'm not going to the Heavenly Court."

My father, he's the best person in the whole area, he..."

"All right."

He suddenly didn't want to listen anymore.

What good is it if it's perfect!

The old man with the immortal breathed a deep breath, but still felt a little uneasy.

He then pulled Xiao Yangjiao over and gently ruffled her hair to vent his anger, asking her other questions, saying:

"So you stole the peaches last time to help your mother recover?"

"You know that?!"

His jaw clenched.

If I'd known, why would I have picked the three-thousand-year-old peaches? You should have walked a little further in; those are all nine-thousand-year-old ones! You silly goose.

Yang Jiao covered her hair and tried to dodge, but strangely, no matter how she tried to hide, that big hand was like a five-finger mountain that she couldn't escape.

She groaned a few times, complaining:

"It's all messed up, my hair is a mess."

"It's just combing your hair, what's so difficult about that?"

As he spoke, he actually used his five fingers to comb Yang Jiao's messy hair and then tied it into two neat little buns.

Little Yang Jiao squatted on the water's surface, looking at her reflection. She touched it, then looked up and exclaimed in admiration:

"Uncle, you tie your hair better than my mother."

nonsense!

This skill was honed using your mother's hair.

He hesitated for a moment, and his gaze towards Yang Jiao softened even more.

Then I thought again, this guy is so audacious, he even locked up and beat the Dragon King.

I just think that old saying is very true.

Nephew is like his uncle!

It really... has his style.

"It's the first time I've met you. I came in a hurry and didn't bring you any gifts."

Xiao Yangjiao waved her hand.

"Hey, why bother with that? It's not easy for a little deity like you to be on duty, so there's no need for that."

The smile on someone's face froze, now that their identity as a minor figure was completely confirmed.

"Huh? Didn't we meet twice already?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"The last one doesn't count."

Yang Jiao really couldn't understand it; the rules of the immortals were truly bizarre.

Then I heard him say:

"I can't leave you with nothing, so I'll give you a word."

After saying that, he took Yang Jiao's small hand and raised it upwards, pointing his sword finger and moving it up and down several times in her soft palm.

As he withdrew his hand, a dazzling '敕' character flashed in his palm, disappearing in an instant.

Before Yang Jiao could even see what was written, she saw that her palm was empty.

"This was written by my own hand. Those of lower status than me may call him by his name and let him do whatever he wants."

After saying that, he tapped her brow, reminding her:

"You can only use it once."

Yang Jiao thought to herself:

You can only use it once. You're just a minor deity. The only deity below you in rank is probably the River God, who hasn't been officially recognized yet.

However, she still remembered the kindness of sending the words.

Consider it a return gift for that three-thousand-year-old peach.

All things considered, the peaches I gave myself were more valuable.

The immortal gave Yang Jiao another deep look, and the easily discernible aura on his fingertips made him somewhat wary.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, have you discovered it?"

If Yao Ji's affair was discovered, why not send someone to expose it?

It seems we need to make plans for this soon.

He lifted his foot to head back to the Lingxiao Palace.

As if suddenly remembering something, Yang Jiao called out from behind him:

"Uncle, since you're a minor deity from heaven, do you know the River God?"

He turned around, seeing her looking at him with obvious need, and secretly raised an eyebrow in satisfaction:

"know."

"Great!"

Yang Jiao grinned so wide her eyes disappeared, and leaned closer with an extremely fawning expression, chuckling as she said:

"Could you please ask that celestial official to grant that river god a proper title?"

"Please...please...?"

Immediately, the immortal uncle lowered his brows and eyes, flicked his sleeve, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, I'll go up there right now and beg him myself!"