The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 Yang Jian’s injury was not serious, and the eight or nine profound arts were fully restored within a few weeks.

　　 He is going all night, just rushing at full speed.

　　When he went down the mountain, he turned and looked at it, and he made a decision in his heart!

　　 This Pingtian Sword Gate, I will definitely go there again in the future!

　　At that time, Yang Jian will find the master of the Qinglian Peak, and he will return all the shame of today, and he will regret his lack of heart!

　　 What kind of fairy, indifferent to life and death, is so cruel of heart, really murderous at the time!

　　 Red pink bones, what is it like? She is ten times, a hundred times more beautiful, Yang Jian said in the future that she would not want to destroy the flowers!

　　Of course, these can't be said now, Yang Jian is not strong enough at this time, so he can only bear it in silence.

　　 If he can't even forbearance, what else does Yang Jian say about being sanctified?

Before 　　 stepped out of the Pingtian Sword Gate's sphere of influence, several disciples Yukong sent by Fu Dongliu caught up with Yang Jian and gave him many gifts.

Yang Jian received a map and ten palm-sized Tianxin Stones in his fingers, and returned all the things Fu Dongliu had given him. He thanked the monks who carried the swords and then turned and left. , No longer stay.

　　 Fu Dongliu consciously faced Yang Jian with no face, and knew that Yang Jian hated his junior sister Qinglian, but didn't say anything. He just asked his disciples to pass it on and promised Yang Jian a promise.

　　——As long as Yang Jian speaks, Fu Dongliu will go all out to fulfill Yang Jian's three requirements, no matter what.

　　 Yang Jian didn't care too much about this, but he felt that he was missing a fellow Taoist and he was a little bit regretful.

　　 What Yang Jian didn't expect was that when he left, Fu Dongliu felt terrible regret.

　　 But Fu Dongliu himself didn't know why he felt so sorry.

　　 It seems that Pingtian Sword Gate has missed the great opportunity;

　　 also seems to have missed the great opportunity himself.

　　 However, what I missed is irretrievable. What else can Fu Dongliu do besides scolding his younger sister Qinglian behind his back?

　　No one knows, because of this, the fairy Qinglian almost died.

　　 The night after Yang Jian left, Qing Lian returned to her cave house, shook her head slightly, and fell directly on the futon.

　　 A figure, neither burly nor tall, but with a lot of extraordinary in the ordinary, as if carrying the endless galaxy, it appeared silently beside Qing Lian.

　　 The figure hesitated slightly, and the raised finger slowly retracted.

　　 "I will leave you for the time being, as my apprentice will test mystery in the future."

　　 The wind blew, and there was no trace of the strangeness of the figure.

　　 Only after Qinglian woke up, she was inexplicably shocked with white hair and sweat.

　　 Although she feels that she is nothing strange, she always feels that she has been walking through a ghost gate, and her mind trembled for some reason.

　　 Yuding real person, did not stay away.

　　……

　　 "My mother is gone...Daddy and eldest brother are also gone...well, my brother is gone..."

　　 Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave, beside the spiritual spring in front of the cave, a little girl sits on the side of the spring water, dangling her two crystal-like jade feet, staring at the sunset in the sky.

　　 The cranes lightly cry, and the birds return to the forest.

　　 Cloud steamed with Xia Wei, a thousand sceneries.

　　 But even with such a beautiful view, it can’t resolve the melancholy between that little person’s eyebrows;

　　 No matter the cool spring water condensed from the spiritual energy ran across the soles of her feet, she also lost her usual laughter...

　　 "Oh, since I came here, my elder brother is always practicing, is practice really that important? I still go out to practice now, and go out when I go out. What's annoying is that I don't bring my son!"

　　 She muttered softly, her mouth puffed up and she was a little bit annoyed.

　　 "Little Chan, if you don't meditate well, why did you come to play in the water again?"

　　 Ting Lan came in with a plain skirt, and whispered softly.

　　 Xiao Chan'er jumped up, the hem of the palace dress covered her bare feet, and made a face at Ting Lan.

　　 "Sister, practice and enlightenment is too boring, I can't sit still."

　　 Tinglan sighed slightly, raised her hand and scratched the tip of Yang Xiaochan's nose, and whispered:

"You really don't know the blessings in the blessings. The monks in the world really want to divide your fortune by a tenth. This is the Jinxia Cave, and the teacher is the real power in this world. How can you not Cherish the opportunity, yet so lazy!"

　　 "Okay," Xiao Chan'er blinked. Ting Lan's words about these lessons are always the same.

"Alright," Ting Lan took Yang Xiaochan and walked to the attic filled with immortality, "First eat something, and then continue to practice. Cuizhu has made some delicacies for you, but they are all spiritual things tonic. "

　　 Xiaochan's little mouth immediately puckered up, even if I heard that there was something good to eat, it was always reluctant.

　　 Tinglan is so smart, she chuckles when she sees it: "The teacher has left with the brother for many days, and maybe he will be back sometime. If you are so lazy, you may not be scolded by the teacher."

　　 "Brother is coming back soon?" Xiao Chan'er's bright eyes shone brightly.

　　 "This is also inaccurate. When the time comes, the senior brother will see you neglecting your practice, and maybe he will say a word of reprimand."

　　 Brother? Will scold yourself?

　　 Xiao Chan'er tilted his head, and then giggled, "My brother has such a good temper, he won't scold people, let alone scold Chan'er!"

　　 Is the spleen temperature mild?

　　 Tinglan had a few memories in her eyes, but she didn't think so, but felt that Brother Yang Jian, except when facing Xiaochan's children, was mostly stern and serious.

　　 After a while, facing a table of delicious delicacies filled with aura, Xiao Chan'er drooled and couldn't wait to start eating.

　　 While eating, Xiao Chan'er suddenly sighed softly: "I don't know if my brother is walking outside, whether he is eating well or sleeping well."

　　 Ting Lan Cuizhu looked at each other and smiled.

"Don't worry, the teacher took the seniors to practice. Maybe at this time, I am a guest in a blessed place. What I ate is all the dragon liver and phoenix marrow, and I drank all the jade jelly stuffed. How dare we compare the small dishes here? ?"

　　 "Well, that's right!" Xiao Chan'er was relieved and continued to eat and drink, making up his mind.

　　 I will sleep and sleep before I start practicing, anyway I won’t delay anything...

　　 At the same time, Yang Jian was eating dinner.

　　 He shrank in a small hole, holding a large piece of cooked beef in his left hand, and a big hot steamed bun with his right hand, and it was a hearty drink.

　　 Yang Jian's gaze was a little impatient, he couldn't wait to fill these things up, so that he would no longer be hungry, and continue to meditate.

　　 Xiu base, strength.

　　 Seek the truth, disaster.

　　 Fairy Qinglian’s insult that day was tantamount to a blow to Yang Jian. While he was alert, he was even more aggressive.

　　 In the next half month, Yang Jian stopped and stopped in this secret world, and finally set his foothold near a small town where casual cultivators gathered.

　　 In a barren hill five hundred miles away from the town, Yang Jian started to open up a small cave, hiding in it, and practicing meditation.

　　 In a blink of an eye, two months passed.

　　 The ten palm-sized Tianxin Stones weighed 10,000 catties each. Yang Jian did not know the texture of the structure after studying for a long time, but it gave him a lot of convenience.

　　 You don’t have to carry a rock mountain on your back anymore, you don’t have to worry about attracting people’s attention; carrying four Tianxin stones every day has the same effect.

　　Because of the small size of the Tianxin Stone, Yang Jian can also use the Tianxin Stone to exercise his arm strength in a targeted manner. Unfortunately, he has not been able to break through the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine single-arm shackles.

　　 Is it really necessary to start the second level of practice before you can continue to improve your strength?

　　 Yang Jian was unwilling, but he was a little worried.

　　Although he stayed simple and easy to come out on weekdays, and did not attract the attention of any casual cultivators in that small town, he felt a sense of crisis after being injured by Qinglian. He consciously cultivated low and weak, and wanted to move forward as soon as possible.

　　 On this day, Yang Jian's Lingjue trembled slightly, always feeling that something happened.

　　 He stopped practicing, put away the formation, walked out of the cave, and after patrolling around the cave, his heart was still agitated, and he walked to the small town.

　　 Far away, Yang Jian actually saw dozens of monks standing at the entrance of the town, and the tremor in his heart was inexplicably transformed into "joy".

　　 Profound art is supernatural, mysterious and mysterious.

　　 Yang Jian knew whether it was good to wait for him or to help him more, so he drove over and wanted to see what happened.

　　 Two signs were erected at the entrance of the town, with the names of two sects written on them, both of the sects in the upper reaches of this secret world.

　　‘The Beast Spirit Sect recruits people with lofty ideals, goes to the Purple Soul Valley to pick medicinal herbs, and rewards them with spirit pills. ’

　　'The Broken Heaven Immortal Gate recruits people with lofty ideals, along with the disciples of the elders in the gate, to explore the secret places outside the secret realm, and donate spirit pills, spirit stones, and exercises. ’

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 First there was the ‘Ping Tian Sword Gate’ and then the ‘Broken Heaven Immortal Gate’. What happened to them today?

　　 The monks in this vast world have a really big tone, but it is also because of the isolation and remoteness of this world. Most monks sit in wells to watch the sky and watch the leopards in their pipes. They do not know the vastness of the land and the height of the sky.

　　Speaking of which, if oneself said ‘Chanjiao’ in front of Fairy Qinglian that day, and said the name of ‘Jade Ding Zhenren’, maybe the vicious fairy would only be embarrassed.

　　 Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave, but his heart was a little restless, as if to remind him of something.

　　 remind me?

　　 Yang Jian turned around and looked at the second plaque. The eight characters of ‘Explore the Secret Land Beyond the Secret Realm’ made him suddenly realize.

　　 I'm afraid it's my own chance, and I will fall on top of the word ‘secret’.

　　 Not to mention, blindly practicing retreat can't break through, go out and practice, maybe you will catch that thread of heaven.

　　 "This fellow Daoist?" The old man beside the plaque opened his eyes and smiled gently, seeming to see Yang Jian's intentions, and smiled: "But are you going to go together?"

　　 Yang Jian nodded and said, "I don't know what I need to do?"

　　 "No, sign a name here, cultivate your base, then go to the pub over there and wait," the old man said gently, and took out a booklet.

　　 Yang Jian was about to take the booklet and add his name, but he felt his eyes look at him like a thorn on his back.

　　 Yang Jian turned his head to look, but saw that the dozens of freelancers gathered here were all looking weird, and even the two close to him hesitated to speak.

what happened?

　　 Yang Jian felt a little strange, and put down the roster temporarily, a little more cautious.

　　 And the old man didn't say anything, and continued to smile gently, standing next to the plaque and continuing to close his eyes and rest.