The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Brother Lingzhuzi, what are you doing running out when you're not on the mountain with your uncle?"

Yang Jian looked at Lingzhu, who was standing on the edge of the clam, with his hands behind his back, a face full of "red make-up and plain makeup", and complained a little depressed.

"Oh," Lingzhuzi sneered, "what am I going to do? Naturally, I want to find a good family to be reincarnated in. Don't meet a pair of old scholars who don't understand the past. After my reincarnation, I will have a hard time."

Hearing this, Ao Xinke couldn't stop smiling, and Yang Xiaochan also smiled and asked Ling Zhuzi what kind of parents she wanted to find.

Lingzhuzi was defeated in an instant, faltering and hawing, unable to explain why.

This thing is also strange, I have seen people wandering around in the secular world in order to accept apprentices, and I have seen people wandering in the world in order to find a adopted son and daughter, but I have never seen people looking for their own parents in person.

Yang Jian smiled inscrutably, and took the Lingzhu to Chentang Pass by himself, and the matter was probably settled.

The celestial clam flew southward, and soon approached the dark cloud of robbery. Lingzhu's face was solemn, but he did not flinch.

But Yang Jian glanced at Ao Xinke and said, "Xinke, why don't you go back to the Dragon Palace first, and don't follow me to provoke murder."

"No, no, no need..." Ao Xinke said in a low voice, "You and I, signed, signed a marriage certificate, have been robbed, robbed, entangled..."

Yang Jian's expression was a little guilty. When the marriage contract was finalized that day, he actually forgot this section.

However, as long as he gets a title in the Heavenly Court before conferring a god, conferring a god is naturally not a catastrophe but a pure chance. Ao Xinke was not among the gods, so she was safe.

Yang Jian said softly: "It's hurting you."

"No, nothing..." Ao Xinke's cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to be getting more and more shy when talking to Yang Jian.

Ling Zhuzi was a little strange by the side. It was the first time he had heard Ao Xinke speak in the past half a day, and naturally he also had the doubts that Yang Jian had at that time.

Why does a woman whose cultivation level can't be seen through by herself stutter?

Although this is quite cute... Uh, this is my sister-in-law! You shouldn't be so contemptuous!

Ling Zhuzi blamed herself for a while, and it was not convenient to ask, but she recognized Yang Jian's identity as a senior brother.

In fact, the spirit bead is quite helpless, a spiritual object that has been cultivated for 1,500 years, and after being cultivated by a human immortal for 500 years, it is pressed against the cloud and rubbed wantonly... But I am not willing to admit defeat. The bet he made with Yang Jian back then will naturally be fulfilled.

Whoever has the biggest fist will be the senior brother.

Yang Jian took out one thing, which was the Sinan plate given to him by Daoist Taiyi. He had already refined it at this time, and took it out for several people to play with.

"Brother, what is this?" Yang Xiaochan tilted her head and approached.

"Sinan, ordinary Sinan can point, but this Sinan can measure luck. Look here, there are a total of four auspicious beasts and twelve patterns on it."

Several people came over to observe, but they saw that the Sinan plate depicted a circle of auspicious beasts, namely: evil spirits, Tianlu, Pixiu, and Qilin.

Each auspicious beast has three different forms, which are classified according to the number of auspicious clouds around it. The first auspicious beast is one auspicious cloud, the second is two auspicious clouds, and so on. The twelfth auspicious beast is a unicorn with twelve auspicious clouds around its body.

"Come on, let me test your luck for you, and put my finger in this spoon."

Yang Jian also became playful and said something with a smile.

Yang Xiaochan's finger was the first to reach out, and pressed it in the middle of the jade spoon on Si Nan's plate, and the light on the plate suddenly shone brightly.

After a while, the brilliance was subdued, starting from the first evil spirit beast on the disc, all the way to the sixth Tianlu beast were lit up, but the first Pixiu couldn't light up no matter what.

Yang Jian put on an inscrutable face, and said: "The fortune is good, and the source of blessing is not shallow. The girl will naturally have a good feng shui in the future. As long as she is not contaminated with unlucky things, she will have no worries for a lifetime."

"Hee hee hee, bro, it's so interesting for you to talk like this!" Yang Xiaochan was overjoyed, sitting on the sidelines and watching happily.

Ling Zhuzi wondered: "Why didn't I know that Master had this treasure? I'll try it too!"

He did the same, and the jade plate soon became bright again. When the brilliance subsided, the spirit beads lit up the second Pixiu, which surpassed Yang Xiaochan's by a lot.

The old god Yang Jian commented one or two: "This is a natural source of blessings, there is no difficulty in cultivating the Tao, and you can save your life even if you lose the battle. In the future, there will be a time when you will soar into the sky. The young hero is good at grasping it."

Ling Zhuzi was overjoyed, but felt that Yang Jian's behavior was a bit funny, and didn't feel how strong his luck was.

After all, it only has two more grids than Yang Xiaochan.

Chu Qian also came to try it, and her luck was good. Although she only lit up the fourth auspicious beast, which is the first normal form of the Tianlu beast, considering that she is a monster, her luck is enough to attract the attention of the monster clan.

It's a pity that this kind of luck should appear after she was subdued by Yang Jian and her fate was changed, which is far more than before.

Ao Xinke hesitated, she didn't want to test her luck... After all, speaking of luck is really bitter for the Dragon Clan.

However, Yang Xiaochan kept acting coquettishly on the sidelines, so Ao Xinke pointed her finger on the jade plate after trying to say something.

This time there was no bright light, the light only flickered a little, and the result came out soon.

The first evil spirit beast, the light is dim.

Ao Xinke sighed, and Yang Xiaochan was impatient, not knowing how to end it.

Lingzhuzi thought of all the secrets about the prehistoric age that Daoist Taiyi had told her, her face was stunned, and she looked at Ao Xinke with some sympathy.

Seeing Ao Xinke's lost look, Yang Jian couldn't bear it. Seeing her clasping her hands on her slender thighs, Yang Jian didn't know what was wrong with him, so he stretched out his left hand and covered her two little hands.

"Don't worry, the Dragon Clan has suffered for so many years, luck will eventually recover slowly."

As soon as Yang Jian finished his words, the jade plate suddenly shone brightly. It rushed to the fifth auspicious beast pattern, but when it was rushing to the sixth auspicious beast pattern, it stopped slowly.

"This?" Ling Zhuzi's eyes almost popped out.

Yang Jian was also a little strange, and Ao Xinke was even more confused. He lightly tapped Sinan's spoon again, the brilliance surged, and it was still the fifth auspicious beast pattern.

"I understand!" Lingzhuzi suddenly found the truth, pointing to Yang Jian's big hand that was still on Ao Xinke's left hand, "You are the senior brother who is driving her luck!"

Several pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, and Ao Xinke was suddenly ashamed, but she didn't dare to withdraw her hand suddenly, for fear of making Yang Jian think too much...

Yang Jian shook his head with a smile, took the opportunity to withdraw his left hand, and said calmly, "I'll try it too."

He dropped his finger, and the brilliance filled the clam, which was actually one step higher than the spirit beads. He was the only one among the five who had reached ten auspicious clouds and lit the first form of the unicorn.

Ling Zhuzi shook her head and smiled wryly, Yang Xiaochan also admired softly.

Yang Jian was also a little unexpected about his luck. He thought it was comparable to Lingzhuzi, but he didn't expect it to be so much better than Lingzhuzi.

This is the result of the luck he gave to Empress Houtu, so how strong should his original luck be?

"No wonder, Master always told me to hang out with you more in the future." Ling Zhuzi moved to Yang Jian's side, squeezed half of the cushion, smacked his lips, and asked, "Brother, now that you have a fiancée, can you have other titles that can bring luck?"

Yang Jian almost couldn't help kicking it out, Lingzhu laughed and looked very happy.

They laughed and laughed all the way, and the celestial clam was about to break into the edge of Jieyun, when Yang Jian suddenly heard a roar from the west.

"Little Yang Jian! Stop for me!"

Yang Jian turned his head to look, and saw a stream of light shooting towards the west at extremely high speed, but at this speed, it should be the stream of Da Luo Jinxian.

So angry?

Yang Jian sneered, and controlled the clam to go directly into the robbery cloud, pretending that he didn't hear it.

Ling Zhuzi frowned and stood up, and said coldly: "How dare you insult you, do you want me to call Master to come and destroy this big Luo?"

"Don't, don't," Yang Jian's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Why not say something handsome and handsome, 'Let me go meet him'? Instead, he just said, "Call Master to come"?

This self-knowledge is something that few people in the wild can match.

"Brother! Who is that?"

"Don't forget what I said to you earlier," Yang Jian reminded with a smile, Yang Xiaochan suddenly realized, Chu Qian and Ao Xinke were also thoughtful.

The person behind that noodle boy?

Yang Jian didn't speak, but just looked at the catastrophe cloud over Nanfang Buzhou.

You can see the black clouds rolling outside, but you don't feel it when you enter it. The sky is still clear and clear, and there is no hostility or turbidity.

The handwriting of the way of heaven is really mysterious and unpredictable.

That figure jumped out of the Jieyun, revealing itself, it was actually a bare-chested man with disheveled hair, a rough face full of ferocity, a blood-colored belt was tied around his waist, his lower body was tightly wrapped in a battle skirt, trousers inside the skirt, and a pair of black-red boots on his feet.

Majestic and majestic, full of evil spirits.

The brawny man scolded angrily: "Little Yang Jian! How dare you come out and give me an explanation!"

Yang Jian was not in a hurry, and stopped the clam, saying: "Yuna reckless man, how did I provoke you? You insulted me repeatedly? But there is no one to teach me?"

"Teaching! Hahaha! Others are afraid of your teaching, so I respect you for teaching! I, Wang Mo, are not afraid!"

Wang Mo?

The Four Saints of Kowloon Island?

Jiejiao disciple, the registered disciple of the saint?

Yang Jian sneered, but he knew why those young people who plotted against him behind his back would make that greasy boy irritate him.

It turned out that standing behind that boy was Wang Mo, although he was a registered disciple of a sage, he was considered a figure in the Jiejiao, with great loyalty and many friends.

That's right, it is quite a suitable candidate for Wang Mo to cause the fight between Chanjiao and Jiejiao before the catastrophe of Conferred God.

It's a pity... the person who hides his head and shows his tail is scheming against him, Yang Jian.

"It turned out to be Uncle Wang Mo," Yang Jian cupped his hands casually, "What's the matter, so angry? Why don't you come here and talk."

Wang Mo stared, gritted his teeth, hesitated, and became even more angry, kicked his feet, and rushed into the cloud!

Yang Jian's complexion also changed, he didn't expect this person to be so resentful towards him that he would take himself into robbery...

Isn't that greasy boy one of his apprentices? Why does Wang Mo look like his dead son?

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