The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Let’s not talk about Yang Jian’s lectures for his younger sister in the secular inn, nor about Ling Zhuzi meditating on the clouds, but secretly observing all kinds of mortal worlds with his spiritual consciousness.

Let's say Wang Mo was frightened back by Yang Jian, and fled directly to Beiju Luzhou to hide, looking for a secret to repair the injury of his soul.

His supernatural power of 'killing the shadow of the gods' was extremely depleting of the power of the primordial spirit. He used this supernatural power recklessly that day to kill Yang Jian and avenge his dead child.

But Wang Mo never expected that Yang Jian would use such supernatural powers at the critical moment...

Sky eye?

No, that's not right, the Celestial Eyes known by Wang Mo is definitely not so terrifying!

During this day and night, as long as Wang Mo closed his eyes, a series of terrifying images would appear in his mind, as if his soul was being eaten away by that brilliance bit by bit.

Every time he meditated, he would wake up covered in cold sweat in just a moment, his Adam's apple trembled, and his heart throbbed.

"This Yang Jian, could it be the reincarnation of some ancient power?"

Panting heavily, Wang Mo gritted his teeth and scolded Yang Jian, but he still didn't notice the strangeness of the matter.

And on Wang Mo's body, a gloomy aura lingered all over his body, and this Wang Mo also failed to notice it...not just Wang Mo, even if he was a disciple of other three religions, if he was entangled by this gloomy aura, he would not know it.

This is the breath of Jieyun.

To be entangled and ascend is destined to go through a catastrophe, and life and death depend on one's ability.

After lurking for a day and a night, Wang Mo barely repaired the Killing God Shadow completely. Although his own power of primordial spirit was consumed, it did not damage his combat power.

He left the secret place, concealed his breath, and fled towards Nanfangbuzhou again.

Three thousand miles away from Nanbuzhou, Wang Mo suddenly felt several fierce auras reverberating outside the Jieyun. He knew in his heart that it should be the power of explaining teachings, so he didn't dare to force his way, so he could only stop his figure.

How to do it?

Wang Mo was thinking of hatred in his heart, and this hatred was blocked twice, and it turned into a ball of flames to burn.

He hesitated for a moment, his figure flew southeast, he was going back to Kowloon Island to gather his brothers, and then he came to Yang Jian and Chanjiao for an explanation!

"Yang Jian, you wait for me!"

Before Wang Mo's figure disappeared, he left a roar between the heaven and the earth. Not long after Wang Motun left, three figures broke through the cloud path and appeared on the shore of the East China Sea.

These are the three crowned Taoists, not the twelve golden immortals, but they were ordered by the elder brother Guang Chengzi to stop and kill the king demon.

One person said: "The king demon went to the East China Sea. He should have turned south from the East China Sea to move the soldiers and horses."

"We still need to be cautious. If the sect is powerful, we should report it to the elder brother immediately."

"That's right, I can't easily enter Jieyun, and I'm afraid that everyone in the Jiejiao will do the same. We still need to find nephew Yang Jian as soon as possible, and try every means to protect him back to Yuxu Palace."

When the three Taoist masters summed up like this, they naturally came to a decision.

After making some arrangements here, he continued to return to the original place, lurking among the clouds and mists, waiting quietly.

They are also constantly sending out pieces of spiritual thoughts towards Jieyun. If Yang Jian and the others can capture the shadows of these spiritual thoughts, it can be known that the three of them are responding outside Jieyun.

In fact, Lingzhuzi had received a piece of spiritual thought a long time ago, and instead of being happy, she was a little disappointed.

According to what he thought, Yang Jian was the leader of the three generations of teaching, and his importance is self-evident. But he didn't expect that Yuxu Palace would only send a few unknown uncles to rescue...

Lingzhuzi was a little depressed, so she came down from the cloud and wanted to tell Yang Jian the news.

Yang Jian's long explanation of nearly an hour earlier had already made Yang Xiaochan somewhat relieved of what she had seen before; Yang Xiaochan was learning what she had learned and selling it now, dragging Chu Qian and Ao Xinke to the next room.

Ling Zhuzi complained: "Could it be that because Uncle Yuding usually doesn't show supernatural powers, those senior uncles look down on you, Senior Brother?"

"That's not the case. As the saying goes, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, it just so happened that the three uncles came to stop the demon king." Yang Jian tapped his finger on the table a few times, and said with a smile: "The strangeness of this matter, the seniors sitting in Yuxu Palace must be able to see it at a glance. They are inconvenient to show up, and they must be secretly waiting for someone to intercept the teaching."

"Isn't it over if you just kill the demon king?" Ling Zhuzi sighed.

"How can it be so simple?" Yang Jian said with a smile, "You should also think more about it. The world is like a chessboard. You and I should do more planning, just for the last leap, to jump out of this chess game."

"It's not easy," Lingzhu shrugged, "I don't really like to think about these twists and turns, aren't you brother? Just take care of me more!"

Yang Jian was speechless for a while, and also had nothing to say.

Lingzhu asked Yang Jian how he was recovering. Yang Jian pondered and set off again in three days.

This is closer to Central China, and it is a town in the northern part of Nanfangbuzhou. If there is a real fight outside Jieyun, they can rush there as soon as possible.

Yang Jian's original intention was to calculate a small amount of combat strength for the teaching, not for the two teachings to fight before the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods...

Lingzhuzi was still not used to staying below, so he flew up to the clouds to meditate.

Yang Xiaochan, Chu Qian, and Ao Xinke were in the side room to 'consolidate' what they had learned before. Ao Xinke arranged a formation, and Yang Jian couldn't hear Yingying Yanyan's private words.

Walking to the window and looking at the bustling street outside the window, Yang Jian inevitably felt a little pride reverberate in his heart.

People in the world are suffering and struggling, but what they have done is only a few decades of wealth and glory;

Cultivators searched for immortals and asked, but what they asked for was immortality.

All creatures in this world have something to seek and a plan to look forward to, and move forward all the way.

Then what are you asking for, what are you trying to figure out?

longevity? Happy?

I once remembered that Yang Jian said in front of his master the phrase "longevity, a lifetime of happiness", but it was not all his heartfelt thoughts, and some considerations were taken into account.

Now that Yang Jian has entered the world, Dao Xin has a question to himself.

What are you asking for?

"The word love is too complicated, and the matter of leisure is too extensive. It is fundamental to have a clear heart, and what you want should be in front of you."

Yang Jian murmured softly, then smiled.

How long has he been cultivating? How can there be such a vicissitudes of mind.

Go on step by step, even if you don't know what you are looking for at this time, as long as you have a firm mind and search all the way on this road, you will definitely find your own way.

A few figures flashed through my mind.

The mother Yaoji, who is like a orchid blooming in a deep alley, and the younger sister who is more eccentric but still lovable, Xiaochan;

Shicai surprised him a little, Xin Ke who is full of gentle bookishness, Lingzhu who is more and more congenial with him, and Lu Chunyang who has a deep friendship with him...

"Could it be that this way is not alone?"

Yang Jian seemed to have gained something, and stood in front of the window with his eyes closed; his Taoist heart was like a bright mirror, without falling dust or waves.

The power of the primordial spirit that was lost before was slowly recovering, and the small primordial spirit tree showed a phantom, gently shaking the branches, and it was growing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The power of Yuanshen, if there is a leap, this is the so-called epiphany of Yuanshen Dao.

After another night, Yang Jian has recovered, full of energy and clear eyes.

Yang Jian took Yang Xiaochan and Ao Xinke to play in the city for two days, and there was still no war outside Jieyun, and there was no confrontation between the two masters, and the situation was a little weird.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian decided to settle the matter of the Lingzhu first. He used the excuse that he had traveled in one place and felt that there were outstanding people there, so he wanted to go there and look for it first.

Ling Zhuzi looked helpless, but still agreed; Yang Jian cared about his affairs, and he didn't have any excuses to shirk.

Therefore, Yang Jian took out the compass of luck in a decent manner, and took a family of "old and young" towards the coast of the East China Sea in Nanbubuzhou.

From a distance, one can see a majestic pass across the sky, backed by boundless blue waves, where vast blood is condensed.

"Is that right there?" There was some anticipation in Ling Zhuzi's eyes, as if he had sensed something in his heart.

Yang Jian nodded with a smile, and his spiritual sense had already seen the three ancient characters horizontally on the Xiongguan.

Chen Tang Pass.

Feng Fanchen's luck, town thousands of miles of blue waves.

Condensing the righteousness of the ancients, hiding hundreds of thousands of weapons.

Chentangguan was the place where the great merchants stationed their troops in secular dynasties. All the generals of the past dynasties were surnamed Li. They guarded the mouth of the Jiuwan River for the emperors of the great merchants, and guarded against the Dongyi tribes from invading the wealthy land of the merchants by sea.

Yang Xiaochan also said with emotion: "What a majestic fortress."

"There are many people in the pass, and this is actually a big city," Yang Jian explained. He wanted to say a few words about the terrain here, but he swallowed the words.

It's better not to show off in front of Ao Xinke, she has read more dragon collections than Yang Jian has eaten rice grains... It will make you look ugly if you talk too much.

Yang Xiaochan asked Lingzhuzi: "What kind of parents are you looking for?"

Ling Zhuzi scratched her head, with a troubled expression on her face: "This, I have never been reincarnated, so I don't know much about it."

"It's okay! Leave it to me!" Yang Jian smiled, and patted Ling Zhuzi's shoulder, "I will definitely choose a mother who is knowledgeable, reasonable, virtuous and gentle for you, lest you be spanked with a cane all day long, which will damage my majesty of Uncle Taiyi."

The three women in the clam couldn't help laughing out loud, Ling Zhuzi glanced at Yang Jian faintly, "We are brothers, why don't you just accompany me together."

"I don't need to be reincarnated... why don't we go to the place with the most luck in this city?" Yang Jianyao pointed to a big house, where is it if it's not the Li Mansion?

Ling Zhuzi nodded in agreement, not even noticing the smile in Yang Jian's eyes.