The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　Wen Qingling had been cultivating Taoism at Pingtian Sword Sect when Yang Jian was retreating in Wuyu Land. By this time, she was already over twenty years old.

　　 In the old days, the demon road burned the border town with a demon fire, and Wen Qingling's life also followed the stars and fell directly to prison...

　　 Those were her most painful and helpless days, Yang Jian appeared out of thin air, saved her life, and naturally burned into her heart.

　　 It’s just that she was too miserable at the time, she could not say a word of thanks to Yang Jian. When she recovered, she had entered the Pingtian Sword Gate and worshipped a female monk as a teacher.

　　 Later, Wen Qingling confirmed at Fu Dongliu that Yang Jian was the enemy of her family by smashing it with a stone.

　　Wen Qingling washed his face with tears, and was more grateful to Yang Jian, always thinking about it, and wanted to say a word of thanks to Yang Jian.

　　 Gratitude is like admiration. Admiration can easily become love, and gratitude can easily become emotion.

　　 In those few years, under the care of Fu Dongliu, she got the attention of her teacher and gradually got out of the haze.

　　 sixteen or seventeen years old, it was when the red star was moving.

　　Wen Qingling was greeted by the male disciples in the Pingtian Sword Sect in every possible way, but Fu Dongliu was backed by him, and he ignored them all, just meditation.

　　 She turned down the master who came to persuade herself to choose a couple, saying: ‘I adore the big way, don’t think about other things. ’

　　 Actually, there is no thinking about anything else, obviously in my heart, I can't let go of the young man's figure.

　　 Wen Qingling has excellent roots, practiced for thousands of miles, in Pingtian Swordsman, known as the ‘Qing Lian Second’.

　　 After three years, Wen Qingling quietly bloomed like an orchid.

　　 had been in a catastrophe before, she was helpless, wiped out her arrogant temperament, became gentle and sentimental.

　　 After three years of cleansing, she has given her a bit of a cultivator's temperament, and her soft bones are just beginning. I feel pity.

　　The disciples of the Pingtian Sword Sect knew that her family was ruined, and thought she was grieving because of it.

　　 But who knows, that sorrow, that resentment, but it is a young man who missed each other for a long time?

　　 That kind of longing is constantly fermenting and brewing, and has become her demon. I couldn't hear the slightest news about the boy again, so I just wanted to go down the mountain to look for it, then look at him again.

　　 She knew Yang Jian's extraordinary in her heart, and she didn't dare to think too much, just wanted to say the belated thanks.

　　I never thought that when I see you again, it will be when the Pingtian Sword Gate is destroyed.

　　 The young man walked step by step, and blasted the legend in the door, Fairy Qing Lian with another punch and slap.

　　 At that time, Wen Qingling was hiding in a high place with the disciples who had little strength in the door, watching from a distance.

　　 When she saw the back of Yang Jian leaving, she already had tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't feel any hatred.

After 　　, Young Master Xiao gave an order, and the monk besieged the Pingtian Sword Gate. After Fu Dongliu was seriously injured, he protected a group of disciples to escape. Fleeing all the way, only six or seven disciples survived, and Wen Qingling also managed to escape.

　　 They hid their figures and found a town and hid them. After a period of panic, Young Master Xiao suddenly disappeared, and they heard the news of the Dao Zang in the Sky Rift Valley.

　　 Fu Dongliu wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill a few casual repairmen who besieged the Pingtian Sword Gate that day, and Wen Qingling had the highest cultivation level among the remaining disciples, and he urged to follow along.

　　 Then, the two of them mingled on the edge of a casual repair, and saw Yang Jian being chased by thousands of miles.

　　 Fu Dongliu wanted to rescue him immediately, even if he died desperately, he would not complain.

　　 But Wen Qingling saw the direction of Yang Jian's fight and retreat. She persuaded Fu Dongliu, found the right time, and seized the door of the secret realm in one fell swoop, let Yang Jian pass, and blocked Yang Jian for a moment.

　　 What happened next was far beyond Wen Qingling’s imagination...

　　 After Yuding rescued them, she knew who Yang Jian was.

　　 Interpretation disciple, beyond this world, truly powerful disciple.

　　 She was born in a royal family. Although she has practiced for several years and has good qualifications, she has some deep-rooted concepts.

　　 I can't help but compare with Yang Jian in my heart. I always feel that I am not worthy of him, and even are very different. I shouldn't have such thoughts...

　　 After she was taken into the Ding Qiankun by the Yuding Ding, it was this thing she was thinking about.

　　 And Yang Jian came suddenly, and talked to her naturally, and then said a slightly frivolous sentence...

　　 is gentle and charming, light and spiritual.

　　 Wen Qingling felt ashamed at first, and then aroused that heavy worry, the shyness turned into sourness.

　　 Wen Qing had mixed feelings, and was even more aggrieved. His eyes were misted unconsciously, and he bit his lips and bowed his head silently.

　　 "What's wrong with you?" Yang Jian was caught off guard.

　　 It's not that he has never been with a woman of the same age, but he really doesn't know that he is wrong with that sentence, and he is so concerned about her.

　　 Wen Qingling gently shook his head, raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and did not say much.

　　 She deliberately staggered the subject and asked in a hoarse voice: "Which power is your master? I have also heard my master talk about several powers between heaven and earth, but I have never heard of the title Yuding real person."

　　 "This is too long to speak of. There are still a few days left on the road. Let me tell you one by one."

　　 Yang Jian was also relieved to see her recovering as usual.

　　 Although he is smart, he doesn't know that in the previous moment, there was a heart because of his joy and because of his bleakness.

　　 It’s boring to be idle, and Yang Jian consolidates his realm while telling stories about the great world.

　　 The world where Wen Qingling was originally located is not small, but because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy and incomplete ethics, it has gradually become a little closed, and no monk has become immortal for thousands of years.

　　仙, in that piece of heaven and earth, has almost become an inaudible legend.

　　 "But do you know? In the true center of heaven and earth, the land of the five continents, only after becoming an immortal and having the foundation to obtain longevity, can you be qualified to call yourself a monk."

　　 Yang Jian calmed Wen Qingling with a few words.

　　 Then Yang Jian said from the beginning, turning the ancient and modern knowledge that Yuding real person had told Yang Jian into a story, telling it with great emotion.

　　The opening of the world, the first robbery of the dragon and the phoenix, the ancestor of the Taoist school, the cultivation of all souls, the war of lich, the rise of the human race...

　　 The world is endless for thousands of years.

　　 The gloomy heart of Wen Qingling originally, followed by Yang Jian's words, rose and fell, and gradually recovered.

　　 When Yang Jian talked about "Daolu", he was also sighed.

"My teacher once said that the name of Taoist couple originated from ancient times. Innate spirits practice together, confirm each other and open up their own ways. They are'friends of Taoism'. After the rise of the human race, the meaning gradually changed, alluding to the combination of men and women monks. The matter is also going downhill."

　　 Yang Jian lay on the grass sighing.

　　 He hasn't been so relaxed in a long time. There is a beautiful woman beside him, and his mood can be affected more or less, and he has become a lot happier.

　　 "Daoist..." Wen Qingling was a little fascinating, and he wanted to say a few times before he pretended to ask casually: "Have you got a Taoist?"

　　 "No, but I have a little girl," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I want a great way, longevity and happiness! If people in my generation can't live forever, what do you talk about? It's just a flash in the pan.

　　 Wen Qingling nodded lightly, and then sighed lightly: "Changsheng, speaking of lightness, how difficult it should be."

　　 "Whoever has aspirations, things will happen," Yang Jian encouraged her very seriously, "If you don't ask about the heart of longevity, then cultivation is for that? Just for bravery and ruthlessness?"

　　 "Well, I know all these truths," Wen Qingling's fingers entangled a strand of long hair, and his eyes softly fell on Yang Jian's face, "Is the Taoist companion you're looking for after longevity also longevity?"

　　 Yang Jian smiled freely~www.wuxiahere.com~ This is not forcing, it depends on fate, these things are not what I should think about now, Master has devoted so much effort to me, and there is still calamity waiting for me. "

　　 I added another sentence...

　　 What's more, there is Houtu Niang Niang's promise that she must practice desperately and rest on the way back. After returning, she must retreat for a long time to practice profound arts.

　　 Wen Qingling bit his lower lip and whispered: "After you live forever, if I am still..."

"Ok?"

　　 "Sho, how should I find you?" Wen Qingling was a little distraught, afraid to look at Yang Jian's gaze.

　　 "Look for me?" Yang Jian laughed twice, "If I enter the longevity, the predecessor will probably have my name spread, and you won't be too troublesome to find me."

　　If I enter the longevity, my name will be passed down from the wild!

　　Although Yang Jian said that by then, 80% of him will be the true monarch of Erlang, and he will be stationed at the Guanjiangkou. He will not listen to the announcement...

　　 But this word entered Wen Qingling's heart, but it made her heartbeat a little faster, and felt that Yang Jian had inadvertently revealed a great feeling.

　　 Wonderful eyes flowed, she looked at Yang Jian's reflection in the lake, stunned.

　　 Suddenly heard a call: "You have arrived in front of your uncle's cave. Come out first. Don't lose your manners."

　　 "Oh! So fast this time, Master."

　　 Yang Jian jumped up from the lake and opened a door in front of him. He turned his head and grinned at Wen Qingling, and walked away.

　　 After he left, Wen Qingling also stood up a little desperately, and stood quietly beside the grass where Yang Jian was lying just now.

　　 Beautiful landscape, can you know your heart?

　　 "Jun Mu Changsheng Xiaoyao Road, willing to follow without knowing."

　　 With a smile at the corner of her mouth, she just stood by the lake in the forest. The breeze was blowing, the blue silk was chaotic, but there was some expectation in her eyes.